“There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part. You can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all”
To save face / how low can you go
Talk a lot of game but yet you don’t know
Static on the way / make us all say whoa
The people up top push the people down low
Get down
And obey every word
Steady getting mine if you haven’t yet heard
Wanna take what I got
Don’t be absurd
Don’t fight the power
Nobody gets hurt
If you haven’t heard yet then I’m letting you know
There ain’t shit we don’t run when the guns unload
And no one make a move unless my people say so
Got everything outta control
Now everybody go
Steel unload / final blow
We the animals / take control
Hear us now / clear and true
Wretches and kings we come for you
So keep pace / how slow can you go
Talk a lot of shit and yet you don’t know
Fire on the way / make you all say whoa
The people up top and the people down low
Get down
And I’m running it like that
The front of the attack is exactly where I’m at
Somewhere in between
The kick and the hi hat
The pen and the contract
The pitch and the contact
So get with the combat / I’m letting ‘em know
There ain’t shit you can say to make me back down no
So / push the button let the whole thing blow
Spinning everything outta control
Now everybody go
Steel unload / final blow
We the animals / take control
Hear us now / clear and true
Wretches and kings we come for you
Steel unload / fire blow
Filthy animals / beat them low
Skin and bone / black and blue
No more this sun shall beat onto you
From the front to the back and the side to side
If you fear what I feel put ‘em up real high
To save face / how low can you go
Talk a lot of game but yet you don’t know
Static on the way / make us all say whoa
The people up top push the people down low
Get down
And obey every word
Steady getting mine if you haven’t yet heard
Wanna take what I got
Don’t be absurd
Don’t fight the power
Nobody gets hurt
If you haven’t heard yet then I’m letting you know
There ain’t shit we don’t run when the guns unload
And no one make a move unless my people say so
Got everything outta control
Now everybody go
Steel unload / final blow
We the animals / take control
Hear us now / clear and true
Wretches and kings we come for you
So keep pace / how slow can you go
Talk a lot of shit and yet you don’t know
Fire on the way / make you all say whoa
The people up top and the people down low
Get down
And I’m running it like that
The front of the attack is exactly where I’m at
Somewhere in between
The kick and the hi hat
The pen and the contract
The pitch and the contact
So get with the combat / I’m letting ‘em know
There ain’t shit you can say to make me back down no
So / push the button let the whole thing blow
Spinning everything outta control
Now everybody go
Steel unload / final blow
We the animals / take control
Hear us now / clear and true
Wretches and kings we come for you
Steel unload / fire blow
Filthy animals / beat them low
Skin and bone / black and blue
No more this sun shall beat onto you
From the front to the back and the side to side
If you fear what I feel put ‘em up real high
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/10/7 - 22:30
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Parole di Chester Bennington e Mike Shinoda
Musica dei Linkin Park
Nell’album intitolato “A Thousand Suns”
I “mille soli” che intitolano quest’album dei Linkin Park sono quelli di un passo del Bhagavadgītā, poema sacro dell’Induismo, citato dal fisico americano Julius Robert Oppenheimer con riferimento alla bomba atomica, di cui fu uno degli artefici: “If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once in the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one” - “Se la luce di mille soli divampasse nel cielo, sarebbe come lo splendore dell'Onnipotente” Una sorta di concept album, quindi, dedicato all’uomo moderno, in balìa di armi di distrazione e di distruzione di massa, che in un improvviso momento di lucidità si trova ad osservare il proprio mondo ormai sull’orlo del baratro.
“Miserabili e Re”, apologo su controllo e ribellione, si apre con la voce di Mario Savio (1942-1996), uno dei leader del Free Speach Movement all’Università di California, Berkeley. E’ la parte finale del suo discorso più famoso, il "Bodies upon the gears" speech del 2 dicembre 1964, in cui rivendicava il diritto di parole degli studenti, la libertà accademica e la necessità di ribellarsi ad un apparato che, in patria come nel mondo (e in Vietnam in particolare), stava schiacciando libertà e diritti nel sangue.