We are in the fight of our lives now
With no recourse for our love of the land
So with a pen in my hand, I’ll sharpen words into weapons
If it means I can stand for something real
I’m not concerned with empty moments
If we only posture til the end of this song
Anna’s voice sings through Chechen fog
Greater than gun and bomb from ‘94 and on
A lesson defined in spirit:
that one light can spark our human cause
We must claim the right to grow
and stand to oppose all those who hold the throne
And to those who came through the door to pay, leave, and lose
Trailing off among tree-dark streets in the neon-dim hold
To them I say:
“I know that truth is the enemy of power
spoken by those who took a bullet for their efforts
Safety is the convenient path chosen when there’s too much at stake.”
And he says:
“I hear the floorboards creaking. The key turns in the lock.
They’ll tap the door and barge in.
I lived my life to know free will. Printed words scatter floorboards.
They can’t just steal that from me.”
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Ce disque me rappelle les Rage against the machine, fatalement. Mais la musique me plaît davantage, car plus hardcore. Il y a du riff pour des mois. gregory duveau
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019