Música de intervenção ou com teor político

21 Abril 2012

:mrgreen:

devo ter passado por cima disso e não vi 8-[

censurados é fixe, apesar de conhecer pouco

sinik · 27 Abril 2012

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lp39KZUxifA&feature=related

Gaberlunzie · 27 Abril 2012

Já que estamos numa de rap:

Esta música é linda! :heart:

The views expressed on this track are not directly those of lowkey or logic, were just drawing attention to the lifestyles that some people lead

Lowkey: I was born in Birmancy, one of the south parts

Logic: And I was born in Bazara, southside of Iraq

Lowkey: We used to play football outside in the park

Logic: We used to dodge bullets outside in the dark

Lowkey: I never prayed, I was told there isn’t a god

Logic: I prayed 5 times a day its like I lived in a mosque

Lowkey: Me, I’m easy with a pint and some cricket to watch

Logic: They sanctioned everything we got, so now it isn’t a lot

Lowkey: My mom and dad worked hard, always had employment

Logic: My mom just left and my dad got poisoned

I was young but I was told that the government did it

Lowkey: From my heart I can say that I love being British

I grew with 5 older brothers and sisters

Logic: Yeah I had a lot of siblings but some have gone missing

Now it’s just me and my little sis

Lowkey: Britain’s got a lot of immigrants; they take our jobs everyday I swear I’m sick of it

Logic: My Uncles trying to get to Britain quick

Lowkey: I’m trying to find a job

Logic: Me I’m still illiterate

Lowkey: every 2 weeks I’m signing on

Logic: we only had school a little bit

Lowkey: I got kicked out of school very early, labeled as an idiot

Logic: Before my uncle left us, he gave me his gun

Lowkey: my girl just gave me a son

Logic: You see its hot where I live, every day I bake in the sun

Lowkey: Its cold where I live so I read every page of The Sun

And I’m getting mad, with what I look at and read

Logic: I just met a couple elders that ……….

Lowkey: My dad told me joining an army would be good for the peace

Logic: I started meeting, now I’m training with the mujahedeen

Because I’ve heard that the westerners are coming with bombs

Lowkey: I spent months in the regiment training up to be shot

Logic: But this is my land, my country, ill defend it till I pass

Lowkey: I just got the message that they’re sending me to Iraq

Our pain is the same, but its all relative

They cried the same tears, you cried for your relatives

And one way or another, my brother were all relatives

Home is where the heart is, yeah that’s where it is (2X)

Lowkey: Now I’m in the south of Iraq, it’s a smelly place

I don’t know who to trust, everybody’s got a hairy face

Logic: And Bazara’s a scary place, its worse than it used to be

They’re dropping bombs everyday

Lowkey: Even little boys shooting me

Logic: I shoot at white faces, and any green suit I see

Lowkey: Every regiment’s lost a couple of troops; we’ve lost 2 or 3

Logic: I still go to pray in the same place the mosque used to be

Lowkey: I see little kids starving to death, with no food to eat,

But an orders an order, we’ve got to clean the city up

Logic: they see how we’re suffering, and still they don’t pity us

They shoot us every day tomorrow’s probably me

Lowkey: We’re trying to help these bastards, but its like they don’t want to be free

Logic: Yeah these people don’t know what freedom is

Lowkey: I saw my colleague rape a woman against her will, but I didn’t agree with it

Logic: I shot a soldier in the face, and then I hacked …. Real quick

Lowkey: My sergeant got shot in his face by some dumb young kid,

Now I just want to go home that’s where my heart is

Logic: My heart is in Bazara, and never will I part it

Lowkey: this wars going nowhere, tell me why did we start it?

Logic: I’m fighting regardless till I’m resting where Allah is

Lowkey: come to think of it, I should have never joined the army

And when I think about it, I don’t hate these Iraqi’s

Logic: Yeah bullets flying past me, I’m scared but I cant run,

I take my sister upstairs and get my uncles old gun

Lowkey: Don’t know if its terrorists or just some civilians,

but I’ve been told to neutralize the threat up in that building

Logic: I see the soldiers they’re about to pass, I take my pistol out and blast

Lowkey: A bullet wizzes by my face and tears my friends mouth apart,

I saw red, and starting shooting to make em all dead

Logic: I tried to guard my sister, but a bullet hit her forehead

Lowkey: I ran up the steps to see if I buried them all

But all I saw was my little sister dead on the floor

Our pain is the same, but its all relative

They cried the same tears, you cried for your relatives

And one way or another, my brother were all relatives

Home is where the heart is, yeah that’s where it is

Editado 27 Abril 2012 por GSousa

Gaberlunzie · 30 Abril 2012

Gaberlunzie · 5 Maio 2012

André · 8 Maio 2012

André · 10 Maio 2012

antifa · 14 Maio 2012

subúrbios vermelhos!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP69Kr8BN1A&

T'habites cité Lénine sur le boulevard Allende

De la fenêtre de la cuisine on aperçoit l'usine

En 40 ans de chaîne, tu t'es jamais demandé

Si un jour tout ton monde pouvait s'écrouler

T'as vécu 68 à Prague et à Paris

Révolution Roumaine, la Perestroïka

La place de Tien-An-Men, la défaite d'Ortega

Tu l'aimes, tu la chéris

Tu la défendrais au prix de ta vie,

Ta banlieue, ta banlieue, ta banlieue rouge

De toutes façons pour toi, jamais rien ne changera

Et chaque premier Mai, toujours tu défileras

Ta bannière rouge au vent, le poing serré, tendu

La lutte des camarades jamais ne sera vaincue

Tu marches encore dans les rues de ta cité rouge

Du square Gagarine à la rue de Varsovie

Tu rêves encore d'une jeunesse qui bouge

Les affronts du passé, la lutte n'est pas finie.

T'habites cité Lénine sur le boulevard Allende

De le fenêtre de la cuisine on aperçoit l'usine

En 40 ans de chaîne, tu t'es jamais demandé

Si un jour tout ton monde pouvait s'écrouler

Pour toi l'histoire c'est l'Huma qui l'écrit

De militants gauchistes, elle étouffa les cris

Mao, Staline, Lénine, ne restent que les portraits

Mais ces ombres du passé, tu les aimes à jamais

Gaberlunzie · 15 Maio 2012

Não sei se já cá tinha posto:

André · 17 Maio 2012

When one voice rules the nation

Just because they're top of the pile

Doesn't mean their vision is the clearest

The voices of the people

Are falling on deaf ears

Our politicians all become careerists

They must declare their interests

But not their company cars

Is there more to a seat in parliament

Than sitting on your arse

And the best of all this bad bunch

Is shouting to be heard

Above the sound of ideologies clashing

Outside the patient millions

Who put them into power

Expect a little more back for their taxes

Like school books, beds in hospitals

And peace in our bloody time

All they get is old men grinding axes

Who've built their private fortunes

On the things they can rely

The courts, the secret handshake

The Stock Exchange and the old school tie

For God and Queen and Country

All things they justify

Above the sound of ideologies clashing

God bless the civil service

The nations saving grace

While we expect democracy

They're laughing in our face

And although our cries get louder

The laughter gets louder still

Above the sound of ideologies clashing

Above the sound of ideologies,

Above the sound of ideologies clashing

Gaberlunzie · 19 Maio 2012

Uma das melhores músicas do José Afonso, apesar de não ser tão conhecida:

Foi na cidade do Sado
No pavilhão do Naval

Havia uma bronca armada

Pelas bestas do capital

Aos sete do mês de Março

Quinta-feira já se ouvia

Dizer a boca calada

Que o PPD era a CIA

Uma tarjeta laranja

Convite ao povo fazia:

Venham todos ao comício

Da Social Democracia

Eram talvez quatrocentos

Gritando a plenos pulmões:

Abaixo o capitalismo

Não queremos mais tubarões

Lá dentro sessenta manos

Do PPD exibiam

Matracas e armas de fogo

E o mais que os outros não viam

A um sinal combinado

Já quente a polícia vem

Arreia, polícia, arreia

Que o Totta-Acores paga bem

Amigo arrebenta a porta

Que te vão para matar

As bestas já fazem fogo

Lá fora tens de lutar

Os gases lacrimogénios

E os tiros que então partia

Mais os cordões da polícia

Os Pê Pê Dês protegiam

Cai morto João Manuel

De nascimento algarvio

Dezoito já eram feridos

Ficou o Naval vazio

Justiça pela noite fora

Pediu o povo na rua

Morte à polícia assassina

Amigo a vitória é tua

Aos onze do mesmo mês

Às onze horas do dia

Enquanto o João passava

Enquanto o João jazia

Do outro lado do rio

Morre o soldado Luís

Soldado filho do Povo

Vamos fazer um País

Tão actual! :prayer:

Editado 19 Maio 2012 por Gaberlunzie

Peplin · 19 Maio 2012

É qualquer coisa de extraordinária! :prayer:

Punk · 20 Maio 2012

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2LgNEZt3Nk

Bota Ska :celebracao:

Gaberlunzie · 20 Maio 2012

lol, adoro os trocadilhos que os músicos de Ska fazem com os títulos. :lol: :prayer:

20 Maio 2012

essa música está altamente

Gaberlunzie · 21 Maio 2012

INTRO: Peoples always quick to make assumptions and judge someone
When they never really been in that situation himself

I'm just a spectator looking in

But I can tell you how I think things should've been

And all the reasons why the world's where it is today

Please listen to my words, what I have to say

You see, in Gaza they're fighting for land

You see, they need this land cause it's a part of their plan, understand

The Jews needed a place after Hitler

So they got about three quarters of Palestinian land

Palestinians then had to make refuges

In places like Lebanon

In places where none of them had ever gone

Thousands were massacred for not leaving

See, I'd do the same, kill me, I'll die believing

I understand the mind of a man who commits suicide

But don't agree with any innocent that has to die

And what's gonna happen after this? Will they stop with the Gaza strip?

I don't think so

I sat with a Jew to learn

He told me that's it's not meant to go to Israel until the prophet returns

I said is this true

He told me go and read the Torah

Cause if it's true, then they're following another order

How can a nation that knows what it's like to be slaughtered go and do the same to someone else?

I'm just a spectator looking in

But I can tell you how I think things should've been

A couple reasons why the world's where it is today

Please listen to my words, what I have to say

I don't know everything and never will I claim to know

What our purpose is and what we really need to grow

But I do know we're dying for a common cause

A global word that is well known, war

I've been to Africa and seen a grown man on the floor

Disabled to the point I couldn't look anymore

A real beggar, in a real state of poverty

But he prays everyday, so he knows that there's gotta be another life

Where he can live as a strong man

And the ownership of Africa doesn't end up in the wrong hands, Western palms

Buying and destroying people just to trade arms

Could someone tell me why Africa is just surviving?

The whole land was a resource plus they got diamonds

Used to be able to run your hand through the sand

And get a handful of diamonds, do you understand?

How precious is the land if it's like that?

You see, it's wrong to say it was taken by the white man

It was taken by the power hungry

And the people that never saw the beauty of Africa, fam

They only saw the money, to them it was the land of opportunity

It's terrorism when it's done by either you or me

Treat these words like my eulogy

And remember that I died being exactly what I choose to be

Insha'Allah we all can see

That God is the goodness in you and me

No religion has ownership

See, the Quran and the Bible and the Torah were all wrote with ink

See, I think the masses are miseducated

See, most of the politicians were born racist

See, it's obvious that somehow we're all related

Millions of years back, before we separated

I heard Tony Benn say it in a speech

See, how can you murder another brother because he's weak?

Your ancestors could have been cousins, so take a seat

And try and reason with your brother fam before you beef

I'm just a spectator looking in from my view

I'm not different or special, I'm just like you

Bleed blood and shed tears when my heart's hurting

I get energy from everything in life, I'm learning

How to say my thoughts, release my stress through my words

Make you visualise everything you've ever heard

Picture ancient Egyptians meditating

To the elements, telepathically debating

Until the pirates came in the form of tradesmen

Promised them a Paradise in exchange for a Heaven

Temptation and misinterpretation, so they jeopardise the whole of the nation

You see, a Paradise is where we might choose to go

But a Heaven is the place where the angels go

So they can reason with the prophets, not bathe in gold

And it's not late for no one to save your soul

I'm a citizen of truth, love and loyalty

Every person on the planet is royalty

These are my thoughts, how I look at things

Fam, I'm just a spectator looking in

:prayer:

antifa · 21 Maio 2012

Em 1988, os operários da Companhia Siderúrgica Nacional (CSN), em Volta Redonda (que naquela época ainda não havia sido privatizada) realizaram uma greve com ocupação na empresa, que teve grande repercursão internacional, e foi um momento de dimensões históricas na luta de classes no Brasil.

A repressão foi muito dura, e o governo de José Sarney autorizou o Exército a invadir a empresa. No dia 9 de novembro, três operários foram mortos: Augusto Barroso, de 19 anos; Walmir Freitas Monteiro, 27 anos; e William Fernandes Leite, 22 anos.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNSdOklWvFc

Aos que habitam

Cortiços e favelas

e mesmo que acordados

pelas sirenes das fábricas

não deixam de sonhar

de ter esperanças

pois o futuro

vos pertence

Pois o futuro vos pertence!

Aos que carregam rosas

Sem temer machucar as mãos

pois seu sangue não é azul

nem verde do Dólar

mas vermelho

da fúria amordaçada

de um grito de liberdade

preso na garganta

Fuzilados da CSN

assassinados no campo

torturados no DEOPS

espancados na greve

A cada passo desta marcha

Camponeses e operários

tombam homens fuzilados

Mas por mais rosas que os poderosos matem

nunca conseguirão deter

a Primavera!

Pois o futuro vos pertence!

Editado 21 Maio 2012 por antifa

Punk · 21 Maio 2012

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPY04pjgCOY

Entro na casa, pego no mic e contesto,

por isso sente, analisa, e assimila o meu protesto.

nao falo por falar e estou aqui pra ficar,

ya escuta streets contra o sistema: entra a bombar!

por vezes errei, também ja muito tolerei,

mas quando me disseram - ta calado - eu nao calei,

lutei por ser quem sou, a voz matou,

calou tantos que diziam que a carrinha nao pegou.

mete a chave na ignicao, puto da-lhe, puto acelera,

nao olhes p'ra tras, sabes la atras ninguém espera

por ti e só por ti nunca desistas,

vale a pena lutares por tudo aquilo em que acreditas.

Chorus:

-O que eu penso é o que eu falo, digo, nao falo por falar.

-O coma social, sempre igual, tao mal.

-O que eu penso é o que eu falo, digo, nao falo por falar.

-Eu entro e recalco, baza la pensar.

a proibicao é o principio da subversao,

manzk pensa, faz de forma mordaz.

a procura da eterna liberdade de expressao,

através de mente aberta é essa a solucao.

boom-chaka-boom-boom-boom-boom!

a maquina eterna quer controlar qualquer pessoa.

boom-chaka-boom-boom-boom-boom!

nem pensar... sente a cena que soa!

porque o que eu penso é o que eu falo...

-contencao...

...nao entendem, nao me ralo...

-nao

...ouve o que eu penso é o que eu falo...

-contestacao!

...e quando eu entro nao calo!

O que eu eu penso...

-q'eu falo...

O que eu penso...

-nao calo...

o que eu penso

-nao falo

Nao falo?

-mas nao me calo

Não tão 'hardcore' mas a mensagem está lá!

Editado 21 Maio 2012 por Punk

Punk · 21 Maio 2012

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xVh0-Tk6Bo

Tu sabes bem quem! sabes bem quem!
Tu sabes bem quem! sabes bem quem!

Sou aquele que gajo que tu abominas

no fundo querias ser igual a mim

nem imaginas quem sou

apenas sabes que eu existo

quando descobres que sou aquele

em quem votas

e é um imprevisto

Só tens é Guchy e Armani

e cenas importadas

compro um carro por semana

com receitas desviadas

no parlamento

sabes bem qual é a minha jogada

enquanto a droga é ilegal

tenho a caldeira recheada

os empregados querem o salário

digo sempre: Amanhã!

Idolatro o Jorge Bush

mas sou mais tipo Taliban

porque eu sou obcecado

fixa até religião

mas numa muito especial pura capitalização

menospreza o próximo

e assegura o teu pão

se tiveres de passar por cima

abafa isso e fecha a mão

aceita um suborno

quê? um suborno

as notas caem do ceu

como as folhas no Outono

Sou! aquilo que tu queres ser!

Sou! eu tenho aquilo que tu queres ter!

Sou! aquilo que tu queres ser!

Sou! eu tenho aquilo que tu queres ter!

Sou! aquilo que tu queres ser!

Sou! eu tenho aquilo que tu queres ter!

Cuidado!

Porque podes ser roubado

Confissões de dois deputados.

Tu sabes bem quem! sabes bem quem!

Votaste em nós!

És mais burro do que eu pensava,

Agora és um escravo nas minhas mãos

Deste-me o voto para o que eu quiser

Nem tu imaginavas Ver Aznar e Bush e Blair

E eu quem é que eu sou

O que estou aqui a fazer

Sou o anfitrião

O fantoche da convenção

Desfilei na red carpet para acenar à multidão

Nas lages era a fachada

do combate ao terrorismo

mas nós, queremos o teu petróleo e a tua cabeça

esquece o humanismo

é um sismo, é um cataclismo que abala

achas que a minha consciência se rala

Eu ainda agora comecei

Quero roubar muito mais

Para o ano vota em mim nas presidênciais

Sou! aquilo que tu queres ser!

Sou! eu tenho aquilo que tu queres ter!

Sou! aquilo que tu queres ser!

Sou! eu tenho aquilo que tu queres ter!

Sou! aquilo que tu queres ser!

Sou! eu tenho aquilo que tu queres ter!

Cuidado!

Porque podes ser roubado

Confissões de dois deputados.

André · 24 Maio 2012

just a lad of sixteen summers

when the mining gates locked

I stood there with my brothers

some with their rifles cocked

just hold on to youe shirt me boys

this is going the hole way

dont you worry was the answer back

were with you arthur all the way

and we'll dance yes we'll dance

yes we'll dance on your grave mrs thatcher

she had come well prepared

with the coal that she'd amassed

everyday she'd try to break us down

take the flag down from the mast

but we stood there all united

exept the scabs down from the south

with there crys for a ballott

taking food from our kids mouths

and we'll dance yes we'll dance

yes we'll dance on your grave mrs thatcher

gone twenty years now since it came and went

but what for I hear you say

twas for the rite to earn a living wage

in this country its the only way

you talk to me about your union jack

you ask me why im not proud

its because it killed my father

and cant you see that thats just not allowed

so I'll dance yes I'll dance

yes I'll dance on your grave mrs thatcher

Editado 24 Maio 2012 por André

André · 5 Junho 2012

Mais uma do grande Billy Bragg

I was a miner

I was a docker

I was a railway man

Between the wars

I raised a family

In times of austerity

With sweat at the foundry

Between the wars

I paid the union and as times got harder

I looked to the government to help the working man

And they brought prosperity down at the armoury

"We're arming for peace me boys"

Between the wars

I kept the faith and I kept voting

Not for the iron fist but for the helping hand

For theirs is a land with a wall around it

And mine is a faith in my fellow man

Theirs is a land of hope and glory

Mine is the green field and the factory floor

Theirs are the skies all dark with bombers

And mine is the peace we knew

Between the wars

Call up the craftsmen

Bring me the draughtsmen

Build me a path from cradle to grave

And I'll give my consent

To any government

That does not deny a man a living wage

Go find the young men never to fight again

Bring up the banners from the days gone by

Sweet moderation

Heart of this nation

Desert us not, we are

Between the wars

5 Junho 2012

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZFeO2t4luQ

encontrei isto no youtube

5,5/10

Punk · 6 Junho 2012

É uma boa música de uma boa banda!

André · 6 Junho 2012

Só 5,5/10? Manic Street Preachers :heart: :biggrin:

As soon as you're born they make you feel small

By giving you no time instead of it all

Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all