If you could do it without anyone saying that you'd committed a crime
Make a short list of folks you could destroy for this and all time
Who would you shoot in the face?
Who would you shoot in the brain?
Who would you shoot in the back
And leave bleeding out in the rain?
Who would you shoot in the leg?
How many times in the neck?
Who would you shoot and then how would you feel exalted?
Or destroyed?
Well, I had a friend who was shot seven times as she tried, scared, to run away
She couldn’t scream, her mouth had been shot, and now she's not with us today
Oh, who would you shoot in the face?
Who would you shoot in the brain?
Who would you shoot in the back
And leave bleeding out in the rain?
And who would you shoot in thе leg?
How many times in the nеck?
Who would you shoot and then how would you feel exalted?
Or destroyed?
Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Hey
Well, guns are for cowards and cowards created by fear and withholding of love
There's no way to change this awful and strange imbalance that I’m singing of
Who would you shoot in the face?
Who would you shoot in the brain?
Who would you shoot in the back
And leave bleeding out in the rain?
Who would you shoot in the leg?
How many times in the neck?
Who would you shoot and then how would you feel exalted?
Or destroyed?
Make a short list of folks you could destroy for this and all time
Who would you shoot in the face?
Who would you shoot in the brain?
Who would you shoot in the back
And leave bleeding out in the rain?
Who would you shoot in the leg?
How many times in the neck?
Who would you shoot and then how would you feel exalted?
Or destroyed?
Well, I had a friend who was shot seven times as she tried, scared, to run away
She couldn’t scream, her mouth had been shot, and now she's not with us today
Oh, who would you shoot in the face?
Who would you shoot in the brain?
Who would you shoot in the back
And leave bleeding out in the rain?
And who would you shoot in thе leg?
How many times in the nеck?
Who would you shoot and then how would you feel exalted?
Or destroyed?
Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Hey
Well, guns are for cowards and cowards created by fear and withholding of love
There's no way to change this awful and strange imbalance that I’m singing of
Who would you shoot in the face?
Who would you shoot in the brain?
Who would you shoot in the back
And leave bleeding out in the rain?
Who would you shoot in the leg?
How many times in the neck?
Who would you shoot and then how would you feel exalted?
Or destroyed?
Il testo della canzone è riferibile alla tematica della violenza interna negli States...
L'immagine dei carrarmati israeliani pronti all'invasione di Gaza non si riferisce certo al mood della canzone, ma non è assolutamente fuori tema...
Le armi sono sempre dei codardi, non solo quando sono rivolte verso chi non può difendersi ma anche quando un'enorme macchina di morte come quella dello Stato Ebraico si muove, col consenso della comunità internazionale (fintamente indignata), contro un intero popolo per macellarlo e per usurparlo e per cacciarlo dalla sua terra...
Una cosa del genere l'abbiamo vista solo nelle guerre coloniali dal XV° al XX° secolo...
D'altronde, i pellerosse del Nord America e, prima di loro, tutti gli indigeni in ogni angolo del globo hanno fatto la stessa fine...
Perchè dovremmo indignarci, ora?!?...
L'immagine dei carrarmati israeliani pronti all'invasione di Gaza non si riferisce certo al mood della canzone, ma non è assolutamente fuori tema...
Le armi sono sempre dei codardi, non solo quando sono rivolte verso chi non può difendersi ma anche quando un'enorme macchina di morte come quella dello Stato Ebraico si muove, col consenso della comunità internazionale (fintamente indignata), contro un intero popolo per macellarlo e per usurparlo e per cacciarlo dalla sua terra...
Una cosa del genere l'abbiamo vista solo nelle guerre coloniali dal XV° al XX° secolo...
D'altronde, i pellerosse del Nord America e, prima di loro, tutti gli indigeni in ogni angolo del globo hanno fatto la stessa fine...
Perchè dovremmo indignarci, ora?!?...
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Parole musica di Will Oldham (aka Bonnie “Prince” Billy)
Nell'album "The Purple Bird"