The still and silence is torn with violence
a loud breaking sound in the night is made
hear it grow, hear it fade
the sound you're hearing
the sound you're fearing
is the hate that parades up and down our streets
coming within bounds and within reach
Now, inside the place we hide away
we hear it near and hope it turns away
turn away
There's something seething
in the air we're breathing
we learn slash and burn is the method to use
set a flame, burn it new
we're overpowered
we kneel, we cower, we cover our heads
feel the threat of blows that will come
and the damage that will be done in its wake
Now, inside this place we hide away
we hear it near although it's miles away
we hear it near and hope it turns away
turn away
This house divided, we live inside it
hate's dwelling place is behind our doors in fitful nights
hear it walk the floor and hear it rave as it
moans and drags along its ball and chain
as it moves through this house it can't escape
Now inside this place we hide away
we hear it near and hope it turns away
turn away
a loud breaking sound in the night is made
hear it grow, hear it fade
the sound you're hearing
the sound you're fearing
is the hate that parades up and down our streets
coming within bounds and within reach
Now, inside the place we hide away
we hear it near and hope it turns away
turn away
There's something seething
in the air we're breathing
we learn slash and burn is the method to use
set a flame, burn it new
we're overpowered
we kneel, we cower, we cover our heads
feel the threat of blows that will come
and the damage that will be done in its wake
Now, inside this place we hide away
we hear it near although it's miles away
we hear it near and hope it turns away
turn away
This house divided, we live inside it
hate's dwelling place is behind our doors in fitful nights
hear it walk the floor and hear it rave as it
moans and drags along its ball and chain
as it moves through this house it can't escape
Now inside this place we hide away
we hear it near and hope it turns away
turn away
envoyé par Bartleby - 7/3/2012 - 09:10
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Album “Our Time In Eden”
Scritta da Natalie Merchant
Una canzone ispirata dai Los Angeles Riots del 1992, quelli scaturiti dal proscioglimento, nonostante le prove schiaccianti, di quattro agenti di polizia del LAPD che l’anno precedente avevano ingiustificatamente massacrato di botte l’afroamericano Rodney King, causandogli danni fisici permanenti.
Il bilancio della rivolta dei neri, durata quasi una settimana, fu di 53 morti e centinaia di feriti (e di un miliardo di dollari di danni)