Spoken Word
Dylan Thomas: Do not go gentle into that good night, read by Michael Sheen, Ioan Gruffudd, Alex Jones, Rhys Ifans, Charlotte Church
Music
Gorillaz (feat. Jehnny Beth): We Got The Power
Beastie Boys: Sabotage
Rage Against The Machine: Killing in the Name
IAM: Dangereux
Massive Attack: False Flags
Madonna: Let It Will Be
Lana Del Rey: Money Power Glory
Charlotte Gainsbourg: Time Of The Assassins
The Cinematic Orchestra (feat. Roots Manuva): A Caged Bird/ Imitations of Life
Nostalgia 77: Beautiful Lie
Angelo Badalamenti & David Lynch: Deer Meadow Shuffle
Narrative
We got the power to be ringing the great bell out there above us – My dreams don’t know fear – I got my heart full of hope
I will change everything – No matter what I’m told
How impossible it seems (we got the power) – We did it before – And we’ll do it again
We’re indestructible – Even when we’re tired – Get yourself up to the silent altar and call me
But don’t forget the machines – Because if your choice is chipping it down on the M1 (1, 1, 1)
Then you’ll wake up in the morning – You’ll be storming
[Gorillaz]
Some of those that work forces – Are the same that burn crosses
Those who died are justified – For wearing the badge – They’re the chosen whites
[Rage Against The Machine]
Modern times come talk me down – And battle lines are drawn across this town
Parisian boys without your names – Ghetto stones instead of chains – Talk them down cause it’s up in flames
Riot like 1968 again – The days of rage, nothing’s changed – Well pretty flames
In school I would just bite my tongue – And now your words they strike me down
The flags are false and they contradict – They point and click which wounds to lick
On avenues this Christian breeze – Turns its heart to more needles please
English boys without your names – Ghetto stones instead of chains – Hearts and minds and U.S. planes
Riot like the 1980’s again – The days of rage, nothing’s changed – More pretty flames
[Massive Attack]
I AM dangerous – I put the verb on a piece of paper – Compose texts and chant them, my tongue is untied
My crime is to speak loudly – Relate what my colleagues will never express into a microphone
The camps are marked, we are simple voters – But nothing prevents bringing more terror in their mistakes
[IAM]
Now I can tell you – About success, about fame – About the rise and the fall – Of all the stars in the sky
About the place I belong – You know it won’t last long – And all those lights they will turn down
Now I can see things – For what they are really are – I guess I’m not that far – I’m at the point of no return – Just watch me burn
Don’t it make you smile? – Let, it will be
[Madonna]
I want money, power and glory – I want money and all your power, all your glory
The sun also rises on those who fail to call – My life, it comprises of losses and wins and fails and falls
[Lana Del Rey]
In the time of the assassins they say “Hallelujah” – It doesn’t take a miracle to raise a heart from the dead
I sift through the ash – I look for a sign – I open the wound – That keeps me in line
The shoulder that turn – The flame that goes out – The chapter I close – There’s no point to it now
It doesn’t take a miracle to raise a heart from the dead – And can something changed
And still feel the same – The beginning’s the end – I start all over again
[Charlotte Gainsbourg]
Artists in the ground found an infusionary – Fought man linguistic scanter – Helpless in the entity
See the caged bird – At the bosom of the angry short fall – One finds a fistful – All engaging
Perfection is in that non perfection, and – I see queen, I see king, I see king, I see queen, well
None of you know my king domanium – Last chance to attract it – Last chance to retract it
Why would you hide from yourself – Belief is here to find you
I pick up my foot and do those things – Improve thyself, improve with things
I thank you for the healing in – Wings of meditation – Situation is strange to us – Stranger things are claiming us
[The Cinematic Orchestra]
Lie lie lie lie lie
Beautiful forgetting – Memories – You flee the trees – Like fickle leaves – With nothing more to say
You don’t need to run away – Or be afraid – You don’t need to be brave – To stay
You flee the mind in a tear – To the weir downstream – Then you dry like a photograph
Lie lie lie lie lie
[Nostalgia 77]
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