Rage Against the Machine

Bueno, este grupo precisamente no es espiritual, pero dice verdades. Lo escucho desde hace muchos años, pero ayer escuche esta canción. Son 8 minutos. Comencé a escucharla a la mitad. FBI, CIA, KGB, banqueros, Rockefeller, Camellos, droga, Kennedy... La canción se llama Hadda be Playing in the Jukebox (tendría que ser tocado en el tocadiscos). Su página oficial es www.RATM.com Tienen un blog y dicen verdades allí. Cuando les cancelan un concierto, no se callan lo dicen y la lían, vaya si la lían...

Bueno aquí está la canción. Tienen muchas del estilo pero esta es la más explícita.



La letra (en algún momento la traduciré)

It had to be flashin' like the daily double
It had to be playin' on TV
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers
The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots

It had to be said in old ladies' language
It had to be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a
big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth

It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting

It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into New York harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms

It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde
It had to be barked on TV
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors

It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas

It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate
mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,
reported Time magazine

It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,
Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines

It had to be dope cops in the Mafia
Who sold all their heroin in America

It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together
in cahoots against the commies

It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
A world-wide laundry for organized criminal money

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together
They were bigger than Nixon
And they were bigger than war

It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot pen
A scream in the back of the throat

It had to be a kid that can breathe
It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia
It had to be organized crime

One big set of gangs working together in cahoots

Hitmen
Murderers everywhere

The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty and rich

On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities

Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment

It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo

They wanted junkies
They wanted Attica
They wanted Kent State
They wanted war in Indochina

yeah

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI

Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the oh so very rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes

It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man

The horses head in a capitalists' bed
The Cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans

Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots
manned Egyptian fighter planes

Chiles' red democracy
Bumped off with White House pots and pans

A warning to Mediterranean governments

The secret police have been embraced for decades

The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets
The OGBU and DIA never hit their own
The KGB and the FBI are one mind

Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money

It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in Indonesia 500000
They had to murder in Indochina 2000000
They had to murder in Czechoslovakia
They had to murder in Chile
They had to murder in Russia

And they had to murder in America.

Yeah!

Hay que saber cual es el pasado de nuestra lucha, la hemos tenido al alcance de nuestros oídos!:

Rage against the Machine - Without a face



Uh! Got no card so I got no soul
life is prison no parole no controll
jura got my number on a wire tap'
cuz I jack for similac' fuck a cadilac survive
one motive no hope
cuz every sidewalk I walk is like a tight rope
yes i know my deadline sire- when my life expires
so I'm sendin paper south under the barb wire
the mother of my child'll loose her mind at my grave
it's my life for their life
so call it a free trade
"Por Vida" and my name upon a stall
I took a death trip
when I tried to cross tha white wall

Walk unseen past tha graves and tha gates
born without a face
One more with no hope, uhh
Born without a face
Walk unseen past tha graves and tha gates
born without a face
One more with no hope, uhh (yeah check it)
Without a face

Yeah, tried to look back to the past long lost
a blood donor to the landowner holocaust
pops heart stopped
in came the airdrop
flooded the trench he couldn't take the toxic shock
maize was all we needed to sustain
now her golden skin burns, insecticide rain
ya down wit DDT, yea you know me
I'm great for the grapes
profit for the bougoursie
war tape boomin
path is Luminoso
I'm headed north like my name was kid'Cisco
ta survive
one motive no hope
uhh, it's hard ta breathe with Wilsons hand around my throat
uhh, strangled and mangled another SS Curtain call...
when I tried ta cross the white walls

when i tried ta cross the white walls

Walk unseen past tha graves and tha gates
born without a face
One motive no hope, uhh
Born without a face
Walk unseen past tha graves and tha gates
born without a face
One motive no hope, uhh
born without a face


You say
Fortify
Reaction
You divide

an'You say
Fortify
Reaction
Reaction

an'You say
Fortify
Reaction
Reaction

You say
Fortify
Reaction
You divide

La canción más clara y directa de este grupo, la mayoría la conoceréis por la banda sonora de Matrix:

Rage Against the Machine - Wake up (Temazo, temazo...)



Come on!
Uggh!
Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin with the fury that they had in 66
And like e-double Im mad
Still knee-deep in the systems shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
Ill give ya a dose
But it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin people calm
You know they went after king
When he spoke out on vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Yeah!

Yeah, back in this...
Wit poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like wilson, vocals never lackin dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
Cause blood still flows in the gutter
Im like takin photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end

Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

Networks at work, keepin people calm
Ya know they murdered x
And tried to blame it on islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Uggh!
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!

I think I heard a shot (5 times)
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

Background: black nationalism
He may be a real contender for this position should he
Abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
Of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism
Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
Pinpoint potential trouble-makers...
And neutralise them

Wake up! wake up! wake up! wake up!
Wake up! wake up! wake up! wake up!

Spoken: how long? not long, cause
What you reap is what you sow.

Contra el NWO:

The ghost of Tom Joad - Rage Against the Machine



Man walks along the railroad track
He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the New World Order
Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest
No job, no home, no peace, no rest, NO REST!

And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the Ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag
The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
With a one way ticket to the promised land
With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the cities' aqueducts

And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of old Tom Joad

Now Tom Said; "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Whereever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me ma'
I'll be there
Wherever somebodies stuglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes ma,
You'll see me! [repeat 8 times]

And the highway is alive tonight
nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of Tom Joad.

who controls the past, controls the future... Who controls the present know, controls the past... Pedazo de video Los que entendáis inglés ya comentaéis que os parece. La música es Rage against, cañera pero anda que no son buenos :



The movie ran through me
The glamour subdued me
The tabloid untied me
I'm empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That Baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing
I need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless
To numb me and purge me now
Of thoughts of blaming you
Yes the car is our wheelchair
My witness your coughing
Oily silence mocks the legless boys
Who travel now in coffins
On the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside your door

Now testify
Now testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify
Yes testify
Its right outside your door

With precision you feed me
My witness I'm hungry
Your temple it calms me
So I can carry on
My slaving sweating the skin right off my bones
On a bed of fire I'm choking on the smoke that fills my home
The wrecking ball is rushing
Witness your blushing
The pipeline is gushing
While here we lie in tombs
While on the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside your door

Now testify
Yeah testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify
Now testify
It's right outside your door

Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
And the price is set

Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now controls the past
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now?

Now testify
Testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify
Testify
The war is right outside your door

Este grupo me encantaba!! Incluso fui a dos conciertos suyos
Qué pena que no pueda escuchar las canciones pero bueno, las pondre en el pc que aun tengo su musica por ahí.
Pues ya me tocaba algun punteillo con la guitarra jajajajaja

Definitivamente he entrado en la 2ª edad