Música de intervenção ou com teor político

[antifa]

Hoje é o dia Nacional da Catalunha. Feliz Diada!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFV993YEFvU

 

Bon cop de falç!

[rinka]

Tinha ideia que era em Abril. Eu há uns anos estive em Barcelona, em abril, e estavam a fazer umas festas enormes na cidade, pensei que era por isso

[Pan]

Feliz dia :biggrin:

[antifa]

Tinha ideia que era em Abril. Eu há uns anos estive em Barcelona, em abril, e estavam a fazer umas festas enormes na cidade, pensei que era por isso

Isso é o 23 de Abril, diada de Sant Jordi, o padroeiro da Catalunha. É uma das maiores festas do ano e serve quase como dia dos namorados, as raparigas dão livros aos rapazes e estes dão-lhes flores.

[rinka]

Isso é o 23 de Abril, diada de Sant Jordi, o padroeiro da Catalunha. É uma das maiores festas do ano e serve quase como dia dos namorados, as raparigas dão livros aos rapazes e estes dão-lhes flores.

Ok, bem me parecia, que tinha havido uma festa nessa altura :grin:

Tá explicado.

Obrigado Antifa :fixe:

[EpicNess]

Fazer um tour pela Catalunha e pelo País Valenciano é uma das minhas viagens de sonho. Hino lindo, feliz dia da Catalunha! :)

[antifa]

hater gonna hate :mrgreen:

 

edit:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-jpxtC8L3g&

Editado 12 Setembro 2011 por antifa

[Peplin]

Catalunha :prayer:

[Guest Vladimir Ilitch]

Vim atrasado, mas feliz dia da Catalunha!

A música arrepia

[Guest Vladimir Ilitch]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=3bZzM4s0Hgs

 

Letra:

 

There really is nothing nice about USA

You go to the hospital you have to pay

The dollar is the language that they all speak

they don't really bother about the radiation leak

 

FUCK THE USA

 

They keep their secrets undercover

the rich don't bother about those that suffer

this ain't the land of milk and honey

cause all they want is money money money

 

FUCK THE USA

 

Nuclear bombs are fuck all new

you'd better start running when they drop on you

run into a shelter, play hide and seek

cause when you die your body reeks

 

FUCK THE USA

 

There really is nothing nice about USA

You go to the hospital you have to pay

The dollar is the language that they all speak

they don't really bother about the radiation leak

 

FUCK THE USA

 

 

Acabei de encontrar isto por acaso e gostei bastante :lol:

Tanta coisa que se podia pôr à frente desse "Fuck"...

[antifa]

[Guest Vladimir Ilitch]

Já não percebo puto de francês :(

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lfShwf5WQ4

[Su1]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MkRuV0aCcI

finalmente encontrei esta música!!! já andava à procura dela há imenso tempo. Ganda som!

[Gaberlunzie]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7BonZm5gcs

 

 

Hobalayow heedhe 11x

 

How come they only fix the brigde after someone has fallen 2x

Hobalayow heedhe 2x

 

How come they only fix the brigde after someone has fallen

Hobalayow heedhe 2x

 

How can you turn the deaftest ear when its your own brother calling 2x

Hobalayow heedhe 2x

 

How can you turn the deaftest ear when its your own brother calling

Hobalayow heedhe 2x

 

How can you teach your kids to love when its killing their memorizing

Hobalayow heedhe 2x

 

How can you teach your kids to love when its killing their memorizing

Hobalayow heedhe 2x

 

How can they go to war with terror when its war that's terrorizing

Hobalayow heedhe 2x

 

How can they go to war with terror when its war that's terrorizing

 

 

K'naan :prayer:

[Guest Vladimir Ilitch]

Essa música está muito porreira! :o

Editado 19 Setembro 2011 por Vladimir Ilitch

[Gaberlunzie]

Essa música está muito porreira! :o

O K'naan tem músicas excelentes com letras muito porreiras. É com pena que vejo que ele só é conhecido por aquela versão da música que fez para o Mundial de 2010.

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBbR9YlNnyA

 

I was stabbed by satan, on the day that I was born

I was promised lovin', but instead I was torn

la la la, la la la, My heart bled tears

la la la, la la la, My eyes shed tears

 

A poor black ghetto child

he can't shoot and he can't go run a mile

there's no school and the kids go runnin wild

the police and the courts wanna run 'em out

he's so ?? and the police hate 'em all

he ain't seen his daddy since back in '84

but oh well so it be now he's in jail

his mother's stressin just to get him out on bail

let's sing it out

 

I was stabbed by satan, on the day that I was born

I was promised lovin', but instead I was torn

la la la, la la la, My heart bled tears

la la la, la la la, My eyes shed tears

 

And the story goes on

there's no glory and the worry takes a toll on

his own body but his buddies wanna roll on

It's all bloody when the car comes to a stop

the police with the big glocks pull 'em out

they say freeze but there's only one one comin out

there's two dead with a legal gun to his head

It's stupid, he shoulda played ball instead

 

I was stabbed by satan, on the day that I was born

I was promised lovin', but instead I was torn

la la la, la la la, My heart bled tears

la la la, la la la, My eyes shed tears

 

So one day when it's all said and done

my life will be the bluest rap song ever sung

my verses will be curses to the rich

and all sorts of authority will cease to exist

my daughters will be free of war ???

raisin they aim in the silence of revolution my face will appear

Like the vision of a prisoner with his last bed

this song is a poem and the whole poem is a tear

drop to no ear

 

[Chorus]

 

 

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

 

Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down

And open doors to hurtin' people like me

People like me, people like me

People like me, people like me

 

Is it fair to say that I am stressing out?

I'm stationed in Iraq and they won't let me out

My homeys said I was stupid for even joining

My counselor said that my decision was disappointing

 

How she had good slate for good state colleges

And with my good grades it wouldn't have been a problem

But they don't understand just the power of significance

More than brilliance and certainly more than dividends

 

And if you ask me now, would I repeat it?

Would I fight in a war I don't believe in?

Well, the answer is if not me where the cancer is

They been doing this before Jesus of Nazareth

 

And after all this time it is still deadly hazardous

And Bush isn't really being all that inaccurate

When he says, we're winning the war 'cause it's staggering

But thats 'cause we're killing everybody that we see

 

And most of us soldiers we can barely fall asleep

And time and time again I'm feeling incompetent

'Cause my women back home, we're constantly arguing

And I must be crazy 'cause all I'm obsessing with is

 

Her MySpace and face book and who's commenting

I swear to God if she's cheatin' I'm doin' her ass in

I can tell with one look and it came to me

Sounding something like a song hook, sayin'

 

Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down

And open doors to hurtin' people like me

People like me, people like me

People like me, people like me

 

Meet Sarah, the proud mother of young Sebastian

Suburban professional went to college in Ashton

In self pity she suddenly cried

Would my life be important if I suddenly died?

 

Neighbors saying what a nice women she was

Keeping mostly to herself ever since the divorce

And with the company down sizin' and the fall and all

She really shouldn't take it that personal at all

 

It wasn't her boss who had his eyes on her thighs

And got a rise from her risin' off the desk though

And despite rememberin' sayin' no plenty of times

It was still a damn surprise being let go

 

And now stuck with a mortgage she can't afford

And too educated to blame the corporate world

She got on welfare and hated it, case work a power trippin'

And generally being degraded

 

If nothing else she was treated sick

And ineffective which is the worst thing

That she'd been left with

 

Damn, no magic from David Blane

No painter to pain this pain

No Morgan Freeman to narrate the shame

 

So she took refuge and prayer

Kinda like findin' God in the phone book

And it came to her

Sounding something like a song hook, sayin'

 

Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down

And open doors to hurtin' people like me

People like me, people like me

People like me, people like me

 

I guess, I told you about myself to a degree

Just by telling you about people like me

But people like me they speak politely

They don't start no beef or piece of white meat

 

Everybody gotta eat but everybody doesn't

Which is why I want to tell you about my favorite cousin

He and I grew up where the sun shines

And we both partook with the gun crimes

 

And we both liked American rap rhymes

Even though we didn't understand one line

If you remember my line of notes in my last album

I talked about a close call with a grenade

 

I think we both must have been about seventh grade

But don't panic we both survived without damage

But we developed a bond like we survived the Titanic

So when the country became frantic

 

My mother tried to get us out, planned it

To the last detail except the plan got derailed

'Cause there wasn't enough money for the plane tickets

How bitter when my mother had to chose who to take with her

 

So my cousin got left in the war and that's just hard to recall

But now I take refuge and prayer

Kinda like finding God in the phone book it came to me

Sounding something like a song hook, sayin'

 

Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down

And open doors to hurtin' people like me

People like me, people like me

People like me, people like me

 

Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down

And open doors to hurtin' people like me

People like me, people like me

People like me, people like me

[antifa]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLloUyL2Xco

 

É pá, adoro esta m*rda. :prayer:

[Guest Vladimir Ilitch]

não deixem isto morrer :(

[antifa]

 

P’ra além do bufo e do militar

Já só se vêem nos caminhos

Velhos e tristes a chorar

Pobres viúvas e meninos

Até Paris cheira a miséria

Mesmo os sortudos assustados

A moda também vai à guerra

Há passeios ensanguentados

 

Sim, mas... a terra treme

Os dias maus vão acabar

O contra-ataque não se teme

Se toda a gente se juntar

 

Perseguem, prendem e fusilam

Qualquer pessoa ao acaso

A mãe ao lado da sua filha

Nos braços do velho o rapaz.

Em vez da bandeira vermelha

O que se agita é o terror

Do escroque que se ajoelha

Aos pés do rei, do imperador

 

Sim, mas... a terra treme

Os dias maus vão acabar

O contra-ataque não se teme

Se toda a gente se juntar

 

Já os agentes da polícia

Estão nos passeios outra vez

Acham (o) serviço uma delícia

Com as pistolas que tu vês

Sem pão, sem armas, sem trabalho

A gente vai ser governada

Por um vigário ou um paspalho

Por bufos e por cães de guarda

 

Sim, mas... a terra treme

Os dias maus vão acabar

O contra-ataque não se teme

Se toda a gente se juntar

 

O povo atrelado à miséria

Será que vai ser sempre assim?

Até quando os senhores da guerra

Vão ficar com todo o pilim?

Vai até quando a santa elite

Tratar-nos assim como gado?

Pra quando o fim deste regime

da injustiça e do trabalho?

 

Sim, mas... a terra treme

Os dias maus vão acabar

O contra-ataque não se teme

Se toda a gente se juntar

 

http://letrascoroachada.blogspot.com/2010/01/semana-sangrenta.html

Editado 12 Outubro 2011 por antifa

[Boo Riquelme]

ADOREI

[Peplin]

Fdx, muito bom. :prayer:

[antifa]

O original é de 1871 a propósito do fim da Comuna de Paris.

[Gaberlunzie]

Só para isto não ir morrendo:

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKgM68MzXpg

[Gaberlunzie]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWUtsPIx-3E

 

 

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

[antifa]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxsT99sNELY

 

Buenaventura Durruti, Ascaso y García Oliver

tres balas negras de plomo que apuntan al poder

Editado 20 Outubro 2011 por antifa