I primi amori non si scordano mai. 1992, l'album di esordio di questi ragazzi di Irvine, California apre il mondo musicale in due. Autori di pezzi che ancora oggi tutti conoscono, i Rage Against the Machine sono quanto di meglio mi permette di ricordare il boom del rock di inizio anni 90. Ecco, oggi girano voci insistenti su una reunion per il festival di Coachella, mecca dei festival indipendenti USA. Da qui la mia voglia di postare qualcosa di questa band che tanto ha dato a tutti noi appassionati di rock.E ancora Bulls on Parade alla convention dei Democratici del 2000 allo Staples Center di Los Angeles. A pensarci bene forse era meglio lasciarli in pace i democratici...;)
posted by NACA at 10:07
2 Comments:
YEAH!!
Mi sento di colpo più giovane!
BULLET!! (in your head)
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow the rules when the set commands ya
They said it was blue
When the boold was red
That's is how you got a bullet blasted through your head
Blasted through your head
Blasted through your head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched at the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before you realize
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
Play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they are tellin' ya
Buying all the products that they are selling ya
They say jump
Ya say how high
Ya brain dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in your head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head
Finalmente una buona notizia!
Grande Naca
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