Killing Joke - Blood On Your Hands

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Mixing with Malthusians - Spiked

"You can bet that when these well-to-do worriers about the human plague on the planet talk about burdensome people causing ‘congestion, overcrowding and loss of green space’ (1), they aren’t talking about themselves, or their friends, or their neighbours, or their mistresses; they’re talking about ‘them’. You know ‘them’! The breeders, the not-sufficiently-educated, the dwellers of teeming cities, not only in Africa and Asia but in Europe and America too."

Jaz Coleman spáir fyrir um vandræði heimsins í viðtali 2005

Forsprakki hinna kyngimögnuðu Killing Joke bendir einnig á það í viðtalinu hvernig skuldir eru lykilatriði í þrælahaldi nútímans og ýmislegt fleyra fróðlegt, lætur Sir Bob Geldof fá það óþvegið og Bono einnig.

 

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Killing Joke - Savage Freedom - Remix

Ansi skemmtilegt 9 mínútna remix af Savage Freedom, byrjunarlagi Democracy, myndbandið flott líka.

 

 

SAVAGE FREEDOM

It's the age of cvs
Contract to contract
And my stress levels rise
This is a job for life
(there are no jobs for life)
I am forced to a decision
I am forced to see the other side
I can see a way out of here
I can see a way out of here

Placards of prophets
And great leaders of men
Personality cults
All over again

(but) we'll build shrines for our loved ones
We'll burn fires and lights
And we'll talk of the old ways
To find new ways that might...
...they just might

In the villages and hills
On the tundra and ice
To the forests of kauri
In the paddies of rice
By the lakes on the plains
To the great mountain range
Love the land and its people
I can see a way out

With the hours that we kill
And the dreams that we hide
Of alternative life styles
This savage freedom i love

 

Sorrý, Lýðræðið er að breytast.

You have a choice, we are your voice
Red, blue or yellow.
We will blow away the green
Another five lane motorway
(You'll never get a referendum anyway)
Funny handshakes. insider dealing
Et in arcadia. arcadia ego
Backhanders and salamanders
A powerhouse that is morally
Mechula
I'm sorry democracy is changing
I'm sorry democracy is changing
I'm not a slogan or a badge
Or a cross in the ballot box
Neither values or objectives
You do not represent my deepest
Thoughts and wishes
Education in obsolete skills
Stereotyping and media projection
Industrial psychologists
Plan a campaign that is financed by
Big business
You have a choice, we are your voice
Red, blue or yellow.
We will blow away the green
Another five lane motorway
(You'll never get a referendum anyway)

Vaxtahækkun vegna IMF

Fylgið Leiðtogunum....til helvítis.

FOLLOW THE LEADERS

Come inside boy - they call this fun!
(music to please the adolescent)
Taking the easy way out again
You just condone all that you mean
Part of the process - same old story
Follow the leaders
(look at the leaders)
Shouting about it taking the bait

Play time doesn't last forever
Walking again in the same direction
Follow the leaders

Time moves on and then you notice
The ground starts to tremble beneath your feet
(look at the leaders)
Man killed man and blood was she'd (yawn!)
And the gasps of relief at human nature like
Follow the leaders
(look at the leaders

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UNIVERSE B ( jafnvel dauðinn deyr )

Þetta lag frá 2006 finnst mér einfaldlega með skemmtilegri lögum sem ég hef heyrt á ævinni hvorki meira né minna.

 

 

UNIVERSE B

Visions of a bleak future world
What is there left that we see
Unholy pylons stretch across black deserts
Mankind's reward for his greed

Through all atrocities and wickedness and strife
We'll find the meaning and the goodness in this life

Love is stronger than death
Down to my first breath
Strange aeons
Even death will die

For eternity
For eternity
For eternity

A pre-upheaval migration came
Dreamers that dream the same dream
Unoverpopulated regions where we live
Universe B can be seen

And paper money means nothing here
Far from the worker bee speech
The colony partied all through the night
While the last battle raged

Through all atrocities and wickedness and strife
We'll find the meaning and the goodness in this life

Love is stronger than death
Down to my first breath
Strange aeons
Even death will die

CHANGE

You see
You feel
You know
React
You're waiting
You're waiting

Change

RUBICON

Þetta magnaða lag og texti er af plötunni Brighter Than A Thousund Suns (1986), en plötuheitið skírskotar til lýsingar sjónavotts að kjarnorkusprengingunni í Hírósíma í Japan undir lok Seinni-Heimstyrjaldarinar. Hægt er að hlusta á lagið í tónspilaranum til hliðar, neðsta lag.

RUBICON

The age of miracles, assent of man in strident tones
Realms of fantastic have been forged by folly speed and steel
Out of the cones stream forth, creation is not yet complete
New species come, old species fall to nature once again.

Now that I've found god on every side - and in every legion

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon

The shipyards blaze, vibrant arsenals wait their turn
Idols of rational worlds to worship power, to worship strength
Great crowds excited by riot, pleasure, work
Insane crusades, destructive gesture of the freedom bringers
And all the bells shall toll, as holy banners fly
And all with talk of freedom

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon

Let rage and hate of races run from Adam down
The magic of our science shines brighter than a thousand suns
Liberty in new dimensions ruthless and spectacular
Obliteration shall be poetry of 'Golden Dwans'
And as the people thrill, I stand and comprehend upon the threshold.

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon

Mögnuð smáskífa lítur dagsins ljós.

Þetta er að mínu mati einhver magnaðasta smáskífa sem gefin hefur verið út og umslagið er líka  óborganlega kaldhæðið, Fred Astair hoppandi og dansandi yfir vígvelli og hræjum af fallbyssufóðri.

Wardance/Pssyche var fyrsti singull Killing Joke af nafnlausri fyrstu plötu sveitarinnar og kom út hjá Malicious Damage útgáfufyrirtækinu í Febrúar 1980, en hljómsveitin var þá þegar orðin nokkuð umdeild og þóttu plaköt og tónleikaauglýsingar þeirra ansi stuðandi og fóru fyrir brjóstið á mörgum. En kaldhæðni er og hefur alltaf verið aðall Killing Joke...eins og snjallt nafnið gefur reyndar til kynna.

Hér til hliðar er í spilaranum er hægt að hlusta á Pssyche sem hefur alltaf verið í alveg sérstöku uppáhaldi á þessum bæ, bara get ekki fengið leið á því. 

 

 

Hér er gömul tónleikaupptaka af Pssyche frá 1982.

 

 

   PSSYCHE 

You're alone in the pack

You're feeling like you wanna go home

You're feeling life finished,but you keep on going

The reason is there

You won't find it till you've been and gone because you're living a hoax!

Someones got you sussed!



Dull your brain, or seek inspiration

You feel illusion,and then you finally say transfer

Transorm a machine, to play with your head

So you can stand back and watch,or take part and learn



If you don't know the game,then you're still part of it

Because out on the streets it's strange

To see the show

Knowing full well that you're on the range

Dodge the bullets! or carry the gun,the choice is yours



Look at the controller

A Nazi with a social degree

A middle-class hero

A rapist with your eyes on me

A priest of masturbation,a priest yeh to the nuns you fuck

You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance,but Jesus wouldn't like it

 

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