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April 14, 2017 at 2:06 am (This post was last modified: April 14, 2017 at 2:45 am by Thumpalumpacus.)
(March 29, 2017 at 10:12 pm)NewKingJames Wrote: Music is no more harmful than a conversation and what kind of weak ass pansy would be scared of music?
I just gotta say that music can indeed move mountains:
Machine gun
Tearing my body all apart
Machine gun
Tearing my body all apart
Evil man make me kill ya
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though we're only families apart
Well I pick up my axe and fight lik a bomber
(you know what I mean)
Hey and your bullets keep knocking me down
Hey I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber now
Yeah but you still blast me down to the ground
The same way you shoot me down baby
You'll be going just the same
Three times the pain
And your own self to blame
Hey machine gun
Oooooooooo
I ain't afraid of your mess no more, babe
I ain't afraid no more
After a while your your cheap talk don't evern cause me pain
So let your bullets fly like rain
'cause I know all the time you're wrong baby
And you'll be goin' just the same
Yeah machine gun
Tearing my family apart
Yeah yeah alright
Tearing my family apart
Don't you shoot him down
He's about to leave here
Don't you shoot him down
He's got to stay here
He ain't going nowhere
He's been shot down to the ground
Oh where he can't survive no no
Yeah that's what we don't wanna hear any more, alright
No bullets
At least here, huh huh
No guns, no bombs
Huh huh
No nothin', just let's all live and live
You know instead of killin'
[forgive the translation, sloppy as it is; it's not mine own]
Do you have some time for me
Then I sing a song for you
Of 99 balloons
On their way to the horizon
Maybe you're thinking about me just now
Then I sing a song for you
Of 99 balloons
And something like that comes from something like that
99 balloons
On their way to the horizon
If you were holding UFOs out of space
That is why a general sent
A fighter squadron after them
Alarm if it were so
It was on the horizon
Only 99 balloons
99 Jet Airplanes
Everyone was a great warrior
Thought they were Captain Kirk
There was a large fireworks display
the Neighbours did not get this
And felt immediately
They shot at the horizon
On 99 balloons
99 Minister of War
Matchstick and jerrycans
They thought themselves smart people
smelled a big hunt
Called for war and wanted power
Man, who would have thought
That it once comes so far
because of 99 balloons
because of 99 balloons
99 balloons
99 years of war
No room for winners
There is no more minister of war
And also no jet airplanes
Today I make my rounds
See the world lying in ruins
Found a balloon
Think of yourself and let it fly
There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It's s time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, now, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's a reason why dictatorships start with censoring the arts, and that's because the arts move people to be brave.
Oh, and did I mention?
Yeah, government should be afraid of art, because it can, and sometimes does, grab you by the throat.