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artists ∙ Zack de la Rocha & DJ Shadow
song ∙ March Of Death
year ∙ 2003
source ∙ CDDA
quality ∙ LAME 3.92 ∙ 160 kbit ∙ 44.1 khz ∙ stereo
filesize ∙ 4.950.332 bytes
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without just cause or reason, without legal or moral justification, and without a
thread of proof that iraq directly threatens the security of the united states,
the bush administration has headed to war. as i am writing this, bombs are raining
upon the the defenseless civilians of bahgdad in a continuation of a policy that
has already claimed the lives of over 1 million innocent iraqi people.
people just like us who want democracy but find themselves cornered by a dictator
on one side, naked u.s. agression on another, and the oil beneath theyre country;
for which it appears they are to be massacred.
lies, sanctions, and cruise missles have never created a free and just society.
only everyday people can do that. which is why im joining the millions world wide
have stood up to oppose the bush administrations attempt to expand the u.s.
empire at the expense of human rights at home and abroad. in this spirit im
releasing this song for anyone who is willing to listen. i hope it not only makes
us think, but also inspires us to act and raise our voices.
■■ Zack de la Rocha, March 19th, 2003
artists, be they painters, actors, writers or musicians, have a responsibility to
reflect and interpret the world around them. our current administration's foreign
policy strikes me as being reckless, inhumane, and hopelessly out of step with the
so-called "values" it claims to defend. we, the world's only superpower, have
immense capacity to ease human suffering throughout the world, yet we instead
choose to inflict it upon those wedeem a threat to our agenda of empire. as an
american, my government's actions give me cause for great concern. i'm proud to
support zack de la rocha in giving a musical voice to that concern.
■■ DJ Shadow, March 19th, 2003
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i was born with the voice of a riot, a storm
lightening the function, the form, far from the norm
i won't follow like cattle, i'm more like the catalyst
calm in the mix of battle
who let the cowboy on the saddle? he don't know a
missile from a gavel!
para terror troopin flippin loops of death upon innocent flesh
but i'm back in the cipher my foes and friends, with a verse and a pen
against a line i won't toe or defend, instead i curse at murderous men
in suits of professionals who act like animals
this man child, ruthless and wild
who gonna chain this beast back on the leash?
this texas furor, for sure a, compassionless con who
serve a, lethal needle to the poor, the cure for crime is murder?
on the left, left, right, left
but it's just a march of death
i read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy
vexed and powerless, devoured my hours i'm motionless with no rest
'cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech driveby
a lie is a lie this god is an eagle or a condor for war nothing more
islam peace, islam stare into my eye brother please off our knees
to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas
what is a flag but a shroud out loud, and outside my window is a faceless crowd
'cause a cowering child just took her last breath, one snare in the march of death
on the left, left, right, left
but it's just a march of death
here it comes the sound of terror from above
he flex his texas twisted tongue
the poor lined up to kill in desert slums
for oil that burn beneath the desert sun
now we spit flame to flip this game
we are his targets taking aim
we're the targets taking aim
all his targets are taking aim
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http://www.marchofdeath.com/
http://www.zackdelarocha.com/
http://www.djshadow.com/
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