There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa
uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves
across the ocean towards Antilles and Bonaire
I paced in Agitation. I drew the curtains closed
I turned the air conditioner on
I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face
Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming.
There's just no future left for us to dream of
living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals
fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low.
Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan
Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens
And the pious preacher commands
I hold my breath in anticipation
Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run
Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions
And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?
There's just no future left for us to dream of
living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals
fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low.
Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In retrospect he had to admit:
“There was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions.”
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara
there are those who just cannot forget
And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?
There's just no future left for us to dream of
living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals
fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low.
uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves
across the ocean towards Antilles and Bonaire
I paced in Agitation. I drew the curtains closed
I turned the air conditioner on
I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face
Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming.
There's just no future left for us to dream of
living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals
fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low.
Seven missiles flying over the sea of Japan
Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens
And the pious preacher commands
I hold my breath in anticipation
Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run
Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions
And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?
There's just no future left for us to dream of
living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals
fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low.
Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In retrospect he had to admit:
“There was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions.”
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara
there are those who just cannot forget
And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?
There's just no future left for us to dream of
living in an era of instability
So caught up in the culture of their rivals
fear breeds in honest men
It's a high pressure low.
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 17/6/2014 - 09:10
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Parole di Laura Jane Grace.
Musica degli Against Me!
Nel disco intitolato “White Crosses”.
Non ci hanno lasciato nessun futuro da sognare in quest’epoca d’instabilità, dal cambiamento climatico indotto dall’inquinamento che produciamo fino alle guerre devastanti e insensate che hanno martoriato il pianeta e che continuano ad affliggerlo in un crescendo continuo.
Robert Strange McNamara è un personaggio che incontriamo in molte canzoni già presenti sul sito: ai vertici della Ford negli anni 50, fu Segretario della Difesa degli Stati Uniti dal 1961 al 1968, uno dei principali responsabili dell’avventura americana in Vietnam. Poi, visto il disastro cui aveva contribuito nel sud est asiatico, venne destinato per quasi 15 anni ai vertici della Banca Mondiale…
Robert McNamara è stato uno dei peggiori macellai del 20° secolo: durante l’operazione “Rolling Thunder”, il piano di bombardamenti massicci sul Vietnam del Nord voluto e pianificato da lui e dal presidente Johnson, Robert McNamara in poco più di tre anni fece sganciare sul popolo vietnamita il doppio delle bombe sganciate durante tutta la Seconda guerra mondiale sull’intera Europa occidentale.
Robert McNamara è morto serenamente nel suo letto nel 2009, alla veneranda età di 93 anni.