Where Are You Now, When We Need You Most, Rage Against the Macine?

[Tafiti]

Anyone see this Onion article about a month or so ago? It made me realize how great of a dissenting voice in music they were. I started listening to them when I was too young to grasp much of what they "rocked" about. After much book-reading and a college education, they get me so fired about things I now care about. Great verse, from Bulls On Parade:

Weapons, not food
Not homes, not shoes
Not need
Just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble
That used to be the library
Line up to the mind cemetery now
What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin'
They don't gotta burn the books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally 'round the family pocket full of shells...

[LoZoccolo]

1. I had actually had a similiar thought...

...even before the Onion article was written!

[JimmyJazz]

2. This is my last post until I get drunk and stupid after the debate:

If you really want to hear some hard driving political music that is as relevant and as good today as it was 20 years ago when it was written, check out the Clash. They were the pioneers of leftist political music and I know teenagers today who still think it's really cool music.

Here's one of my favorite songs that speaks to what is happening in the world today.

The Call Up:

'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who knows the reasons why you have grown up?
Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
I don't wanna die!
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
I don't wanna kill!

For he who will die
Is he who will kill

Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields
Over Kiev and down to the sea

All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes

There is a rose that I want to live for
Although, God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance an' I should be with her
There is a town - unlike any other

It's up to you not to hear the call-up
'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who give you work an' why should you do it?
At fifty five minutes past eleven
There is a rose...
Yeah!