Evil Minds That Plot Destruction

Image: Israeli Jews staring at the Qubbat As-Sakhra (Dome Of The Rock), and just to its front-left, is the small dome of the actual "Al-Aqsa Mosque," which is right next to "Ḥā'iṭ Al-Burāq" (The Buraq Wall), which is also known to the Jews as the wailing wall.

Partial lyrics from the song: War Pigs

Group: Black Sabbath

War Pigs

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor

© Timothy S. March
Artist: Black Sabbath
Song: War Pigs

Dancing Queen

See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

(ABBA)

Wherever I May Roam

And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need!

And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I’ve grown
By myself but not alone

And my ties are severed clean
Less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign

Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will!

Photo by: Peyman Az
Song title: Wherever I May Roam
Lyrics by: Metallica
Lyrics provided by: CZ

The NSA Is Coming To Town

So Encrypt For Goodness Sake

Courtesy of the ACLU

You better watch out,
You better not Skype,
You better log out,
Yeah you better not type,
The NSA is coming to town.

You're making a list, 
They're checking it twice; 
They're watching almost every electronic device, 
The NSA is coming to town.

They see you when you're sleeping
They hear while you're awake
They know who you call and who you write
So encrypt for goodness' sake!

With Congress in the dark and a cloak-and-dagger court
We're lookin' for answers, they're comin' up short
The NSA is coming to town.

They're making a list, 
Checking it twice; 
They're watching almost every electronic device, 
NSA is coming to town
The NSA is coming to town,
The NSA is coming to town.

Break On Through To The Other Side

You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

By duongquocdinh
Original title is: Dqd 5139
Lyrics provided by: CZ
Note: The title is from a song by The Doors

The Numbers Game

Artist: Thievery Corporation 

I'm talking people about the same old game

Their running them numbers and the winners never change
The dice is loaded, the deck is stacked
The game itself will hold you back

Don't be in the dark all by yourself

Don't play the hand that the dealer has dealt
We're cashing out 'cause it's time to sell
Taking back the power, gonna share that wealth
Come on now

I'm talking people about respect

Baby you can't win when you place that bet, come on now
The dice is loaded, the deck is stacked
The game itself will surely hold you back

Check out your mind and don't be blind

To the numbers game
Check out your mind and don't be blind
To the numbers game

Step Across The Edge

Artist: TransGlobal Underground 

Time won't give you time

When times are getting tough 

There's people sittin' around talking about love 

But if you don't know how to get it, 

Then you don't want it enough 

Life's a time when we were moving far from home 

In a mystery into the unknown 

And we were dancin' round each other 

But you don't find me alone 

And I can step across the edge 

From where I want to be 

My heart won't drive my feet 

Only to leave you, leave you

Time will give you time when time in life is good 

Some kind of happiness, I did not deserve 

When you reached out to take me higher 

And I did not have the nerve 

Just one thing untied my feet were off the ground and I could fly

Just one thing untied my heart was in the sky 

I don't think I could live without you,

No matter how I try 

And I got swept across the edge

From where I want to be 

My heart won't drive my feet 

Only to leave you, leave you

Ay Doctor

Artist: Maná
Album: Revolucion de Amor

My Crown Is Called: Deceit

I twist the truth,
I rule the world,
My crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies,
You grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you,
Your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant
And revel in my pain
And all my promises are lies,
All my love is hate
I am the politician,
And I decide your fate

Song: Orgasmatron
Band: MotorHead
Art by: Khannea SunTzu

Money Is Speech

A Musical History Of Campaign Finance

Act I: Brown Paper Bags

“I made my mistakes, but in all my years of public life, I have never profited [from public service]. I’ve earned every cent.” (Richard Nixon)

“Money is speech.” (Jeff Greenfield)
“The more speech the better.” (Antonin Scalia)
“Money is speech.” (Jeff Greenfield)
“I’ve earned every cent.” (Richard Nixon)
“Money is speech.” (Jeff Greenfield)
“The more speech the better.” (Antonin Scalia)
“I don’t like all the influence of money in politics.” (Mitt Romney)

When people think of Watergate they think of a break-in
But they don’t mention the money that Nixon was taking
From wealthy donors to help him get reelected
Nixon paid them back in favors just like they expected

To battle corruption Congress passed a new law
Capping contributions to a candidate’s haul
The source of the donations had to be disclosed too
And the FEC was formed to enforce the new rules

Some who felt the law went against the Constitution sued
Saying limits on money limited free speech too
So the courts kept the cap on how much you can donate
But said spending was unlimited by an outside group or candidate

That meant no more spending limits to promote a cause
Or to point out a rival campaign’s flaws
So while candidates once snuck around with brown paper bags 
From then on they raised money publicly or left it to PACs

“Money is speech.” (Jeff Greenfield)
“The more speech the better.” (Antonin Scalia)
“Money is speech.” (Jeff Greenfield)
“I’ve earned every cent.” (Richard Nixon)
“Money is speech.” (Jeff Greenfield)
“The more speech the better.” (Antonin Scalia)
“I don’t like all the influence of money in politics.” (Mitt Romney)

Act II: Soft Money

“We should also curb the role of big money in elections by capping the cost of campaigns…” (Bill Clinton)

In the 80s and 90s, there was a new gimmick:
“Soft money” that’s disclosed but had no limits
It’s supposed to cover each party’s expenses
But guys like Clinton used it to help their election chances

There was just one problem, Clinton’s party was broke
So he asked for more money every time he spoke
And in return for the 100 million dollar cash-in
He let donors use the Lincoln Bedroom to crash in

Then the “scandal and reform” cycle happened again
And legislation was proposed by Feingold and McCain
It capped donations to parties, ending soft funds
And banned corporate/union issue ads right before elections

But with each new reform comes new loopholes
Tax exempt “527s” arose
Because they weren’t explicit about whom they supported
Many still raised money without limits to thwart them

“Money is speech.” (Jeff Greenfield)
“The more speech the better.” (Antonin Scalia)
“Money is speech.” (Jeff Greenfield)
“I’ve earned every cent.” (Richard Nixon)
“Money is speech.” (Jeff Greenfield)
“The more speech the better.” (Antonin Scalia)
“The rules are what they are…” (Jay Carney)

Act III: Super PACs and Non-Profits

“I don’t think American elections should be bankrolled by America’s most powerful interests.” (Barack Obama)

But the most outside money was yet to be spent
Some argued spending limits broke the first amendment
“Corporations and unions are entitled to free speech”
They took it to court, the Supreme Court agreed.

Super PACs can raise as much money as they want
They can also use union and corporate funds
The only rule is they cannot coordinate
With a specific party or a specific candidate

But reform opponents weren’t quite done yet
They found new uses for 501(c)(4) non-profits
Which are a lot like Super PACs with more mystery
They haven’t had to disclose donors ever in history

Whether Republican or Democrat you might believe
That spending limits jeopardize our freedom of speech
But with each new cycle of deregulation
More money is being injected into our elections

Lyrics via: ProPublica

Make It Bun Dem

Artists: "Skrillex & Damian Marley"



now greetings to the world,
vice ala one big gong zilla ‘longside skrillex,
and for long!

oh wait…

i won’t!

we mash up the place, turn up the bass,
and make them all have fun,
ah we-a blaze the fyah, make it bun dem!

we mash up the place, turn up the bass,
and make some soundboy run,
and we will end your week, just like a sunday!

we mash up the place, turn up the bass,
and make them all have fun,
skrillex-ah blaze the fire, make it bun dem!

we mash up the place, turn up the bass,
and make some soundboy run,
and we will end your week, just like a sunday!

rudeboy!
rudeboy!
rudeboy!
rudeboy!

if a nuh pose, but if i suppose
dem fool yah cuz dem wouldn’t stop hose,
Yuh killin' the floors we see zion mus' 
They kickin’ the floor nah we let dah moles in,
never yet falter, never yet laugh, never yet alter, never yet sof'
keep up yuh guard and never yet drop
All dem a talk and all dem a chat
Skrillex and Gong
The Legend lives on
We give dem it hard, we give dem it strong
We give dem it rough, we give dem it long
We give dem it right and never yet wrong
Sweeter the victory, the hotter the battle
The bigger the cover the fatter the bottle
The place haffi rattle, a my tabernacle dis

Rudeboy bass, mash up da place!

rudeboy!
rudeboy!
rudeboy!
rudeboy!

we mash up the place, turn up the bass,
and make them all have fun,
ah we-a blaze the fyah, make it bun dem!

we mash up the place, turn up the bass,
and make some soundboy run,
and we will end your week, just like a sunday!

we mash up the place, turn up the bass,
and make them all have fun,
skrillex-ah blaze the fire, make it bun dem!

we mash up the place, turn up the bass,
and make some soundboy run,
and we will end your week, just like a sunday!

rudeboy!
rudeboy!
rudeboy!

pack up and run weh,
pack up and run weh,
pack up and run ‘wayy-uh!

pack up and run weh,
pack up and run weh,
pack up and run ‘wayy-uh!

rudeboy!

pack up and run weh,
pack up and run weh,
pack up and run ‘wayy-uh!

pack up and run weh,
pack up and run weh,
pack up and run ‘wayy-uh!

rudeboy!

pack up and run weh,
pack up and run weh,
pack up and run ‘wayy-uh!

pack up and run weh,
pack up and run weh,
pack up and run ‘wayy-uh!

rudeboy!

pack up and run weh,
pack up and run weh,
pack up and run ‘wayy-uh!

pack up and run weh,
pack up and run weh,
pack up and run-

rudeboy bass, mash up da place…

Call It Democracy

Padded with power here they come

International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor

Who rob life of its quality
Who render rage a necessity

By turning countries into labour camps
Modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom

Sinister cynical instrument
Who makes the gun into a sacrament --
The only response to the deification
Of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations'
Idolatry of ideology

North, south, east, west
Kill the best and buy the rest
It's just spend a buck to make a buck
You don't really give a flying fuck
About the people in misery

IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt

See the paid-off local bottom feeders
Passing themselves off as leaders
Kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows
Open for business like a cheap bordello

And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy

See the loaded eyes of the children too
Trying to make the best of it the way kids do
One day you're going to rise from your habitual feast
To find yourself staring down the throat of the beast
They call the revolution

IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt

By Bruce Cockburn

Byzantine Meditation

Post by "CavalierZee"


Artist: "Alex Antaeus"

War Pigs

Post by "Sayf Maslul"


Artist: "Black Sabbath"




Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction.

In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds.

Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour.

Day of judgment, God is calling
On their knees the war pig's crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings.

Elegy 5

Post by "CavalierZee"

In summer's heat, and mid-time of the day,
To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay;

One window shut, the other open stood,
Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood,

Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun,
Or night being past, and yet not day begun.

Such light to shamefaced maidens must be shown,
Where they may sport, and seem to be unknown.

Then came Corinna in a long loose gown,
Her white neck hid with tresses hanging down,
       
Resembling fair Semiramis going to bed
Or Lais of a thousand wooers sped.

I snatched her gown: being thin, the harm was small,
Yet strived she to be covered there withal.

And striving thus, as one that would be cast,
Betrayed herself, and yielded at the last.

Stark naked as she stood before mine eye,
Not one wen in her body could I spy.

What arms and shoulders did I touch and see!
How apt her breasts were to be pressed by me!
            
How smooth a belly under her waist saw I,
How large a leg, and what a lusty thigh!

To leave the rest, all liked me passing well,
I clinged her naked body, down she fell:

Judge you the rest; being tired she bade me kiss;
Jove send me more such afternoons as this!
By Ovid
Translated by Christopher Marlowe

To Blossom Blue

Post by "CavalierZee"


Artist: "Lake Of Tears"



I’m bleeding, I’m bleeding, in ways of the fire burned
I’m crying,  I’m crying, in ways of the nightbird
No more is there one to lay by my side
I’m straying, I’m straying, in nightmares all the time

A little something I know
A little somewhere I go, reminds me of you

To blossom blue, is to blossom without you
To blossom blue

I’m breaking, I’m breaking, but I cannot bear to
I’m staring, I’m staring, but I cannot see you
For no more, are you to lay by my side
I’m weeping, I’m weeping, no more then this second time

A little something I know
A little somewhere I go
Where the sweet waters flow, reminds me of you

A little something I know
A little somewhere I go
Where the sweet waters flow
Where the mistletoes grow, reminds me of you

To blossom blue, is to blossom without you
To blossom blue, is to blossom without you