Jarný Piknik (Číslo 7)
JARNÝ PIKNIK, VYDANIE ČÍSLO 7 Časopis Piknik je nezávislý časopis tvorený mladými ľuďmi pre mladých ľudí, najmä z Banskej Štiavnice. V tomto vydaní nájdete: recenzie, fotografie, tipy na piknikové miesta, extra prílohu s najdlhším playlistom na svete a mnoho ďalšieho. Cover design: Karma Hasbach Linky: Playlist na Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/33PZPE2fPKstdA0twCLRUb?si=ksX_KQRwQ_ytb5BFDHaU8Q Zdroje obrázkov: google images instagram.com/realhonestguide vlastné obrázky Ďalšie číslo vychádza 15.6.2020 Príspevky posielajte na casopispiknik@gmail.com
JARNÝ PIKNIK, VYDANIE ČÍSLO 7
Časopis Piknik je nezávislý časopis tvorený mladými ľuďmi pre mladých ľudí, najmä z Banskej Štiavnice. V tomto vydaní nájdete: recenzie, fotografie, tipy na piknikové miesta, extra prílohu s najdlhším playlistom na svete a mnoho ďalšieho.
Cover design: Karma Hasbach
Linky:
Playlist na Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/33PZPE2fPKstdA0twCLRUb?si=ksX_KQRwQ_ytb5BFDHaU8Q
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Piknik
Číslo 7
Koncept, tvorba, výber a edícia obsahu:
Karma Hasbach
Bea Gaálová
Dominika Machová
Marec 2020
Milí čitatelia a priatelia Pikniku,
Aj napriek neľahkej situácii, v ktorej sa všetci nachádzame vo
chvíli, keď píšem tento list pre Vás, sme sa pokúsili
zozbierať čo najviac svetla a zdielať ho s vami touto formou.
Hoci sa nás na tomto čísle podielal rekordne najnižší počet
redaktorov, verím, že sa nám podarilo vytvoriť zaujímavý a
osviežujúci obsah, ktorý sa Vám bude páčiť. Piknik je
záležitosť spojená s teplým počasím a sám vznikol na jar.
Preto je toto ročné obdobie pre Piknik veľmi dôležité.
Oslavujme teda spolu príchod jary týmto číslom!
Ďakujeme Vám všetkým, že ste si toto vydanie rozklikli a
dúfame, že si ho užijete.
Karma Hasbach a tím Pikniku
POĎME KRADNÚŤ KONE
Ut og stjæle hester
Dominika Machová
(Nórsko/Švédsko/Dánsko, 2019, 122 min., dráma)
PRODUKCIA: (Nórsko) 4½ Fiksjon AS v koprodukcii s
Helgeland Film, Zentropa, Zentropa Sweden, Nordisk
Film, Film i Väst. Producenti: Turid Øversveen,
Håkon Øverås. Executive producers: Lene Korslund,
Karin Julsrud, Axel Helgeland, Anders Kjærhauge,
Håvard Gjerstad, Knut Ola Evensen. Koproducenti:
Marie Gade Dennesen, Lizette Jonjic, Peter Possne.
TVORCOVIA: Režisér, scenárista: Hans Petter Moland,
adaptované z románu od Pera Pettersona. Kamera:
Rasmus Vidbæk. Strih: Jens Christian Fodstad,
Nicolaj Monberg. Hudba: Kaspar Kaae.
HERECKÉ OBSADENIE: Stellan Skarsgård, Bjørn Floberg,
Tobias Santelmann, Jon Ranes, Danica Curcic...
OCENENIA: Strieborný medveď za najlepší mimoriadny
umelecký počin – Berlinale 2019.
– Je to život, veci sa dejú. – Lars je Lars. – Tak
si vyzeral keď som mal 15, a potom si sa mi vyparil
zo života. – Niečo sa vo mne mení. – Ty sám
rozhodneš, kedy ťa to zabolí. – Poďme kradnúť kone. –
Nie je zvláštne, že niečo také malé ožije
a jednoducho odletí?– Môj otec bol praktický človek.
– Aká strašná myšlienka, aby niekto iný bol hrdinom
tvojho vlastného života. – Bolo to pokojné leto. –
Toto je moje prvá filmová recenzia. Knihu som
nečítala, no to bol zámer.
Film som videla v utorok 11. februára, bol
premietaný v kine Akademik, v rámci festivalu
severskej kinematografie SCANDI.
Prísun primnohých podrobných informácií, ktoré
poskytla predchádzajúca veta nie je tento krát
chybou začiatočníka. (Áno, aj toto bol úmysel.)
Dokonca táto zmienka nebude ani nemiestne osobná,
keďže tento deň, keď sa behom jedinej hodiny zmenil
stav počasia toľko krát, koľko tomu obvykle nebýva
ani behom celého týždňa, zažilo v Štiavnici aj mnoho
z Vás.
Preto som si ako prvé všimla brilantné použitie
tohto javu, ktorého dôležitosť by bolo v príbehu,
tak hlboko ukotvenom v severskej prírode, náročné
skôr opomenúť. Napriek tomu, že počasiu boli
pridelené vo filmografii tak často využívané úlohy
(hlavne slúžilo na oddelenie časových rovín), bolo
jeho zobrazenie niečím unikátne. Nové nebolo ani
jeho zužitkovanie v rámci tradičnej metafory
striedania ročných období ako zobrazenie dlhého
života, v tomto prípade hlavného hrdinu a brata jeho
kamaráta z detstva – Larsa, s ktorým sa po rokoch
opäť stretáva v zimnom prostredí nórskeho vidieku.
67-ročný vdovec Trond sem prichádza na sklonku roku
1999 hľadať samotu a oslobodenie sa od myšlienok na
minulosť, no nachádza pravý opak. Veľká väčšina
spomienok patrí letu 1948 strávenému v nórskych
lesoch s otcom, s ktorým sa mal, rovnako ako so
svojou detskou nevinnosťou, čoskoro rozlúčiť. Trond
mal vtedy pätnásť rokov a jeho kamarát Jon, s ktorým
chodieval „kradnúť“ kone, mal sedemnásť. Obom toto
leto zmenilo celý ich ďalší život, a ako sa ukáže,
mnoho udalostí tohto leta zostalo nevyjasnených aj
po viac ako pol storočí.
67-ročného Tronda zobrazil, aj našim kruhom (kinám)
známy, Stellan Skarsgård, zatiaľ čo toho 15-ročného
si zahral pomerne neznámy herec, Jon Ranes. Nielen
oni dvaja, ale aj ostatní herci sa výborne
popasovali s neľahkou úlohou zobrazenia
rozpadajúceho sa vnútra ich mĺkvych postáv.
Nostalgiu tiahnucu sa celým filmom sprevádza, a aj
podčiarkuje, výborná hudba*, no majstrovsky sú
využité aj jej kontrasty s úplným tichom, prípadne s
osamotenými zvukmi prírody.
Niekomu sa môže tento film javiť rozvláčny. Menujem
veci, ktoré môžu spôsobiť tento pocit; Dej je
rozprávaný pomerne pomaly, sever je príliš ďaleko,
príroda bola obdarovaná priveľkou rolou a jej
zobrazenie je často surrealistické.
Skutočne, film trvajúci len o niečo viac ako 2
hodiny, mi prišiel oveľa dlhší, toto ale úspešne
zachraňoval suchý severský humor vkliesnený do
pridlhých obrazov, rovnako ako uvedomenie si, že
príbeh, Dickensovské rozvrávanie pripomína celkom
naschvál.
Na záver – môjho pokusu o recenziu – chcem ešte
povedať, že ak sa Vám v blízkej budúcnosti nepodarí
tento severský počin vidieť, prečítajte si zatiaľ
knižnú predlohu alebo navštívte v ktorýkoľvek
utorok kino Akademik, pretože napriek tomu, že
premietanie SCANDI série filmov na tento rok sa už
asi skončilo, utorky patria filmšmekrom!
Angelic
Karma Hasbach
“I've seen seasons come and go, from winter sun to summer snow.”
Dominika Machová, Karma Hasbach
PIKNIK– KDE?
V Štiavnici? Takmer kdekoľvek.
Tento rok začíname novú sezónu
Pikniku piknikom. O mieste jeho
konanie ste mohli rozhodnúť aj
Vy, a teraz sme pre Vás spísali
kategorizovaný list miest,
z ktorých ste si mohli vybrať,
no aj mnoho ďalších;
● na Malej/Veľkej Vodárenskej
- relatívne súkromie a výhľad
● na Červenej Studni - priemerné súkromie,blízkosť
kaviarne
● na Ottergrunde - veľké súkromie, výborný výhľad,
mierne horší prístup
● na Klingeri - nenáročný prístup
● na ktoromkoľvek inom tajchu
● na Námestí - blízkosť obchodu, prístupnosť
● pod Starým/ Novým zámkom - relatívna blízkosť
obchodu
● v Botanickej záhrade - súkromie, relatívna
blízkosť obchodu
● na/pod Glanzenbergom - veľa súkromia, výborný
výhľad
● na/pod (Hornorovnianskou) Kalváriou - výborný
výhľad
● na Plochej soche Jozefa Vanča a Sebastiána
Komáčeka - dobre prístupné miesto
● na Paradajze/Rosniarkach/Tanáde - výhľad,
súkromie, horší prístup
● na lavičke na Ulici Daniela Licharda - výborný
výhľad, dobre prístupné miesto
● na múriku na Dolnej Ružovej - výhľad, blízkosť
obchodu
● na Trojičnom vrchu - veľa súkromia, výborný výhľad
● v antolskom zámockom parku - dobre prístupné
miesto
● na lúke na Kolpašskej - alternatívny výhľad, z
inej strany
Subjektívne aj objektívne sfarbené body: červená –
súkromie (čím tmavšia bodka, tým je ho viac), modrá
– výhľad (čím tmavšia bodka, tým je krajší), zelená
– vzdialenosť od najbližšieho obchodu (čím tmavšia
bodka, tým bližší), sivá – náročnosť prístupu
s piknikovým nákladom (čím tmavšia bodka, tým väčšia
náročnosť).
PIKNIK – ČO?
Piknik, časopis, ale aj ten na deke, si vyžaduje
ľudí, ktorí prinesú to čo majú radi dúfajúc, že
z toho budú mať radosť iní.
Čo radi prinášate na piknik Vy?
Pozn. editora: Sezónu Pikniku sme plánovali začať Piknikom, kvôli
momentálnej situácii sme túto akciu zrušili.
Dominika Machová
OSAMELÉ MESTÁ
Inšpirované knihou od Olivie Laing: Mesto osamelosti
(O umení byť sám)
Pri čítaní tejto knihy si nevyhnutne uvedomíte
osamelosť, ktorá je vlastná všetkým ľuďom. Uvedomuje
si ale niekto osamelosť miest? A sú osamelejšie
počas súčasnej krízy, keď je v nich len hŕstka
tvoriaca stále obyvateľstvo alebo v čase turistickej
špičky, keď sú tu naraz tisícky tých, ktorí sa sem
už neplánujú nikdy vrátiť? Pravdou zostáva, že
turistické centrá si nemôžu dopriať dobrovoľnú
karanténu tak často ako my.
Praha.
Paríž.
New York a Las Vegas.
Miláno.
Karma Hasbach
SLOVENSKO POTREBUJE CANCEL CULTURE
Ak sledujete pop kultúru na sociálnych sieťach,
pravdepodobne ste už počuli termín “canceled”, alebo
zrušený . Používa sa, keď nejaká celebrita urobí
niečo, kvôli čomu si už viac nezaslúži obdiv svojich
sledovateľov ani širšej verejnosti. Ako skvelý
príklad môžeme použiť kauzu #MeToo, pri ktorej bolo
viacero popredných osobností obvinených zo
sexuálneho zneužitia a kvôli tlaku sociálnych médií
a internetu prakticky vylúčených z ďaľších fimových
produkcií. Mnohí youtuberi, influenceri či speváci
boli dokonca “zrušení”, potom, ako na verejnosti
povedali niečo rasistické či homofóbne. Aj keď je
slovo “canceled” dnes už na internete používané
možno až príliš často, ide podľa mňa o veľmi
pozitívny trend. Zvyšuje totiž dôraz na fakt, že
celebrity budú žiť v blahobyte a obdive len dovtedy,
kým ich budeme obdivovať či zarábať im našim obdivom
peniaze, a to dnes nezávisí len od ich tvorby či
imidžu, ale aj ich verejného vystupovania, názorov a
hodnôt. Na Slovensku však takýto prístup chýba.
Možno je to preto, že scéna showbiznisu je u nás
stále dosť malá, a preto si “nemôžeme dovoliť” z nej
nikoho vylúčiť. Alebo skutočnosť, že keby sme sa
pozreli bližšie, zrušených by bolo asi 90% našich
celebrít. Každopádne verím, že je načase, aby sme
podobnú metódu hodnotenia a overovania celebrít
začali aplikovať. Koľko hudobníkov, hercov či
moderátorov by ďalej obsadzovali v seriáloch či
hrali v rádiách, keby sme zrušili všetkých, ktorí sa
prejavili ako rasisti, sexisti či homofóbovia, či
všetkých, ktorí si nechali zaplatiť od
zkorumpovaných politikov? Veľa.
Kým však ale vo večernom programe jednej z
nasledovanejších televíznych staníc môže biela
slovenka pokojne tancovať s blackface-om, kým bude
na slovenskom rozhlase stále hrať desať rokov stará
skladba speváčky, ktorá za 500 eur zaspievala na
stretnutí fašisickej strany, a kým budú hlavným
zdrojom zábavy vo všetkých “vtipných” programoch aj
naďalej (na prvý pohľad nevinné) vtipy o svokrách a
manželkách, ktoré len strpčujú mužom život, máme ku
kultúre, ktorá dáva celebritám zodpovednosť za svoje
konanie, ešte veľmi ďaleko.
Ďakujeme, že ste si prečítali siedme vydanie
Pikniku.
Ďalšie číslo vychádza 15.6.2020
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Dominika Machová
VÝBER Z HISTÓRIE HUDBY PROTESTU
Vyjadrenie protestu piesňou sa nezačalo, a ani
neskončilo, v 60.rokoch v Amerike, rozhodne nebolo
žánrovo homogénne, a nezastávalo vždy rovnaké
záujmy;
S delbou spoločnosti, a možno ešte skôr, prišiel
protest.
- protest, -u muž. r.prejav, vyslovenie al. písomné
prejavenie nesúhlasu, námietka, nesúhlas,
protestovanie: skrytý, nesmelý, ostrýp.;
Protestné piesne odsudzovali vojnu, no aj do vojny
ľudí poháňali, kládli systému odpor, aj
podporovali nové vlády.
Vznikali pod vplyvom doby, no aj sa viezli na jej
vlne. Snažili sa ale vždy o jej zmenu.
Boli výstupom umelcovho osobného hnevu voči problému
dotýkajúceho sa životov širokej verejnosti,
ktorej potom slúžili na odľahčenie vyrovnávania
sa s týmto problémom.
Zaoberali sa súčasnosťou, jej utopickou podobou, no
niekedy na jej zobrazenie používali aj príklady
z minulosti.
Toľko k rôznorodosti tohto playlistu,
k ospravedlneniu jeho veľkých žánrových skokov (moje
obľúbené skoky sú: od Debussyho ku Kollárovcom alebo
od piesne “Ezzay?“ k “We exist“) a k ospravedlneniu
jeho rozsiahlosti (naozaj som sa limitovala a toto
je minimum Dylana, ktorého som schopná). Prirodzenej
rozmanitosti som (teda) snáď nebránila, percentuálne
to, ale bezpodmienečne vychádza v prospech
niektorých rokov, tém a krajín, v ktorých alebo
kedy, sa jednoducho tvorilo viac hudby tohto typu.
Tento sprievodný dokument je neprakticky dlhý a plný
jednoducho vyhľadateľných informácií; texty,
preklady (v prípade piesne v inom jazyku, ako je
slovenský, český alebo anglický, je uvedený anglický
preklad) + trojica v zátvorke (rok/obdobie,
tvorca/krajina, téma), no napriek tomu si myslím, že
môže slúžiť rovnako, ako akýkoľvek iný návod
priložený k čomukoľvek, a že teda informácie získané
rýchlym prebehnutím textu, budú dostatočné
k dokončeniu tej (viac ako) sedemhodinovej
skladačky.
+ Malá politická vsuvka od Pikniku: Ak neberieme do
úvahy merumôsme roky, jar (a tak ani toto číslo
Pikniku) nemá s protestom takmer nič spoločné. Na
druhej strane sa po výsledkoch nedávnych volieb, keď
väčšina protestovala vhodením volebného lístka za
protest, tento príspevok ukázal byť na mieste.
STREDOVEK
“Li departirs de la douce contree“ (13. storočie,
francúzsky trubadúr, križiacke výpravy)
1
(preklad v modernej angličtine)
2
Departure from the sweet land where lives my
beauteous one has put me into great sadness; I am
constrained to leave the one I have loved the most in
order to serve the Lord God my creator, and yet I
belong completely to Love, since I leave it all my
heart and my thoughts: if my body goes to serve Our
Lord, I have not forgotten true love on this account.
Love, this is too hard a parting, when I am forced to
leave the best lady who ever existed or who was ever
born; in her is all beauty and worth, and none should
marvel if I weep at this; when my body goes to fulfil
its destiny, see how my noble heart has already begun
its return journey, musing and longing after my lady.
Lady, in whom is my death and my life, I depart from
you more grief-stricken than I say; henceforth you
have my heart in your power: keep it, or you have
betrayed me. God, where shall I go? Shall I utter
loud laments or cries when I am constrained to divide
myself from my noble heart and leave it with the one
who has never left me part of hers?
Love justly thanks the false lover for the profit it
receives from him, but I obtain no pity; it trusts
the flatterer and the fraud, but I trust entirely to
noble service; my loyalty, I know this well, deprives
me of the joy which I have rightly deserved; it
1
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chardon_de_Croisilles
2
Preklad prevzatý z:
https://www.historyextra.com/period/medieval/living-through-the-crusades-3-poems-and-songs-that-re
veal-how-medieval-people-felt-about-the-holy-war/
greatly grieves me that I ever set eyes on her, when
on her account true love so defies me.
Sweet lady, whom my heart does not forget, for God’s
sake please do not forget me! Never will I ever seek
another love; for God’s sake, I beseech you, do not
seek another lover! But if I learn that you are
mocking me, I shall not die entirely, but only half;
however you will not make an enemy of me if loyalty
is not my enemy.
At the moment of departure, sweet lady, I beg you,
whatever a flatterer may say to you, do not forget
me, and towards you I in turn will never behave
basely.
“The Cutty Wren“ (14.storočie?, anglická tradičná
pieseň, Sedliacka rebélia 1381)
3
(text Chumbawamba)
4
“O where are you going?” said Milder to Maulder
“O we may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“We're off to the woods,” said John the Red Nose
“What will you do there?” said Milder to Maulder
“O we may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“We'll hunt the Cutty Wren,” said John the Red Nose
“How will you shoot her?” said Milder to Maulder
“O we may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“With bows and with arrows,” said John the Red Nose
3
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cutty_Wren
4
Text prevzatý z: https://genius.com/Chumbawamba-the-cutty-wren-lyrics
“That will not do then,” said Milder to Maulder
“O what will do then?” said Festle to Foes
“Big guns and big cannons,” said John the Red Nose
“How will you bring her home?” said Milder to Maulder
“O we may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“On four strong men's shoulders,” said John the Red
Nose
“That will not do then,” said Milder to Maulder
“O what will do then?” said Festle to Foes
“Big carts and big waggons,” said John the Red Nose
“How will you cut her up?” said Milder to Maulder
“O we may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“With knives and with forks,” said John the Red Nose
“That will not do then,” said Milder to Maulder
“O what will do then?” said Festle to Foes
“Big hatches and cleavers,” said John the Red Nose
“Who'll get the spare ribs?” said Milder to Maulder
“O we may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“We'll give them all to the poor,” said John the Red
Nose
NOVOVEK
“Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott“ (1529, Martin Luther,
chválospev, obdobie reformácie)
5
(anglický preklad)
6
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never
failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills
prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow'r are great, and, armed with cruel
hate,
On earth is not his equal.
And though this world, with devils filled, should
threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to
triumph through us;
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly pow'rs, no
thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through
Him Who with us sideth;
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal
life also;
The body they maykill: God's truth
abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.
“Es ist ein Schnitter, der heißt Tod“ (17. storočie,
nemecká tradičná pieseň, 30. ročná vojna )
7
5
Obrázok a viac o piesni na: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Es_ist_ein_Schnitter,
http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20170522-martin-luther-father-of-protest-songs
6
Preklad prevzatý z:
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/ein-feste-burg-ist-unser-gott-mighty-fortress-our-god.html
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Viac na: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Es_ist_ein_Schnitter
(anglický preklad)
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There is a reaper who is called Death,
who has power from the highest god;
today he whets his knife
so that it will cut much better.
Soon he will begin to cut
and we can only suffer.
Beware, fair little flower!
What today is yet green and fresh
will be cut down tomorrow:
the noble narcissus,
ornament of the field,
many fair hyacinths,
the Turkish posies...
Beware, fair little flower!
Many hundreds of thousands uncounted
that only fall to the scythe,
you roses, you lilies -
you, too, he will obliterate.
The crown imperials as well
he will not spare.
Beware, fair little flower!
The sky-blue veronica,
the tulips yellow and white,
the silver campanula,
and golden centaury ...
all will sink to the earth -
what will become of them?
Beware, fair little flower!
You lovely lavender, rosemary,
you colorful little roses,
you proud irises,
you ruffled basil,
you delicate violets,
soon you will be called;
Beware, fair little flower!
And yet! Death, come here - I do not fear you,
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Preklad prevzatý z: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/schnitter-tod-grim-reaper.html
for all that; hasten here in one step.
Were I only wounded,
I would [still] be transported
to the celestial Garden
that we all await.
[So] rejoice, fair little flower.
“The Lowlands of Holland“ (17. storočie, škótska
ľudová pieseň, anglicko-holandský konflikt na
Západoindických ostrovoch)
9
10
(text The Corries)
The love that I have chosen I therewith be content
The salt sea shall be frozen before that I repent
Repent it shall I never until the day I dee
But the lowlands of Holland has twined my love and
me.
My love lies in the salt sea and I am on the side
It's enough to break a young thing's heart that
lately was a bride.
But lately was a bonny bride with pleasure in her
e'e.
But the lowlands of Holland has twined my love and
me.
My love he built a bonny ship and set her on the sea
With seven score good mariners to bear her company.
But there's three score of them is sunk and three
score dead at sea
And the lowlands of Holland has twined my love and
me.
My love has built another (or: a nether) ship and set
her on the sea
And nane but twenty mariners all for to bring her
hame.
But the weary wind began to rise, the sea began to
roll
And my love then and his bonny ship turned with the
shins about.
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lowlands_of_Holland
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Text prevzatý z: https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/the-corries/lowlands-o-holland-49
There shall nae a quiff come on my head nor comb come
in my hair
There shall neither coal nor candlelight shine in my
bower mair.
And neither will I marry until the day I dee
For I never had a love but one and he's drowned in
the sea.
Oh hold your tongue my daughter dear, be still and be
content.
There's men enough in Galloway, you need not sore
lament.
Oh there's men enough in Galloway, alas there's none
for me
For I never had a love but one and he's drowned in
the sea.
"Diggers' Song" (17.storočie, anglická pieseň,
11
pozemkové zákony)
12
(text Chumbawamba)
You noble diggers all stand up now, stand up now
You noble diggers all stand up now
The wasteland to maintain sin [unknown] cavaliers by
name
Your digging does maintain and persons all defame
Stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down, stand up now
Your houses they pull down to fright your men in town
But the gentry must come down and the poor shall wear
the crown
Stand up now diggers all
With spades and hoes and plows stand up now, stand up
now
With spades and hoes and plows, stand up now
Your freedom to uphold sin [unknown] cavaliers are
bold
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diggers%27_Song
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Text z: https://genius.com/Chumbawamba-the-diggers-song-lyrics
To kill you if they could and rights from you to hold
Stand up now diggers all
The gentry are all round stand up now, stand up now
The gentry are all round stand up now
The gentry are all round on each side the are found
Their wisdom so profound to cheat us of our ground
Stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now
To rescue they advise, such fury they devise, the
devil in them lies
And hath blinded both their eyes
Stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now
The clergy they come in and say it is a sin
That we should now begin our freedom for to win
Stand up now diggers all
'Gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now
stand up now
'Gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now
For tyrants they are both, even flat against their
oath
To grant us they are loathe free meat and drink and
cloth
Stand up now diggers all
The club is all their law, stand up now stand up now
The club is all their law, stand up now
The club is all their law, to keep all men in awe
That they no vision saw to maintain such a law
Stand up now diggers all.
"The Ballad of the Tea Party" (1774, americká pieseň,
13
Bostonské pitie čaju)
As near beauteous Boston lying
On the gently swelling flood,
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Text z: http://www.protestsonglyrics.net/Historic_Songs/Ballad-the-Tea-Party.phtml
Without jack or pennant flying.
Three ill-fated tea-ships rode.
Just as glorious Sol was setting,
On the wharf a numerous crew,
Sons of Freedom, fear forgetting,
Suddenly appear'd in view.
Arm'd with hammers, axes, chisels,
Weapons new for warlike deed,
Toward the tax-d-tea freighted vessels
They came boldly and with speed.
O'er their heads in lofty mid sky.
Three bright angel forms were seen.
This was Hampden, that was Sydney,
With fair Liberty between.
"Soon," they cried, "your foes you'll banish,
Soon the triumph will be won,
Scarce the setting sun shall vanish
Ere the glorious deed is done!"
Quick as though the ships were boarded,
Hatches burst and chests display'd;
Axes, hammers, help afforded,
What a crash that eve was made.
Deep into the sea descended
Cursed weed of China's cost;
Thus at once our fears were ended!
British rights shall ne'er be lost!
Captains, once more hoist your streamers,
Spread your sails and plough the wave,
Tell your master they were dreamers
When they thought to cheat the brave!
"Ça ira" (18. storočie, francúzska revolučná pieseň,
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Francúzska revolúcia)
(anglický preklad)
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Text a obrázok z + viac o piesni: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%87a_Ira
Ah! It'll be fine, It'll be fine,
It'll be fine
The people on this day repeat over and
over,
Ah ! It'll be fine, It'll be fine,
It'll be fine
In spite of the mutineers everything
shall succeed.
Our enemies, confounded, stay petrified
And we shall sing Alleluia
Ah ! It'll be fine, It'll be fine, It'll be fine
When Boileauused to speak about the clergy
Like a prophet he predicted this.
By singing my little song
With pleasure, people shall say,
Ah ! It'll be fine, It'll be fine, It'll be fine.
According to the precepts of the Gospel
Of the lawmaker everything shall be accomplished
The one who puts on airs shall be brought down
The one who is humble shall be elevated
The true catechism shall instruct us
And the awful fanaticism shall be snuffed out.
At being obedient to Law
Every Frenchman shall train
Ah ! It'll be fine, It'll be fine, It'll be fine.
Pierrette and Margot sing the guinguette
Let us rejoice, good times will come !
The French people used to keep silent,
The aristocrat says, "Mea culpa!"
The clergy regrets its wealth,
Through justice, the nation will have it.
Thanks to the careful Lafayette,
Everyone will calm down.
Ah! It'll be fine, It'll be fine, It'll be fine
By the torches of the august assembly,
Ah ! It'll be fine, It'll be fine, It'll be fine
An armed people will always take care of themselves.
We'll know right from wrong,
The citizen will support the Good.
Ah ! It'll be fine, It'll be fine, It'll be fine
When the aristocrat shall protest,
The good citizen will laugh in his face,
Without troubling his soul,
And will always be the stronger.
Small ones and great ones all have the soul of a
soldier,
During war none shall betray.
With heart all good French people will fight,
If he sees something fishy he shall speak with
courage.
Lafayette says "come if you will!"
Without fear for fire or flame,
The French always shall win!
"Jefferson and Liberty" (začiatok 19.storočia,
4.marec 1801 – Thomas Jefferson sa stal prezidentom)
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The gloomy night before us flies,
The reign of terror now is o'er;
Its gags, inquisitors, and spies,
Its herds of harpies are no more!
Rejoice, Columbia's sons, rejoice!
To tyrants never bend your knee,
But join with heart, and soul, and voice,
For Jefferson and Liberty!
No lordling here, with gorging jaws
Shall wring from industry the food;
Nor fiery bigot's holy laws
Lay waste our fields and streets in blood!
Here strangers from a thousand shores
Compelled by tyranny to roam,
Shall find amidst abundant stores,
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Text z: https://www.constitution.org/col/lyrics/jefferson_and_liberty.html
Viac o piesni: https://tunearch.org/wiki/Annotation:Jefferson_and_Liberty_(1)
A nobler and happier home.
Here Art shall lift her laurelled head,
Wealth, Industry, and Peace, divine;
And where dark, pathless forests spread,
Rich fields and lofty cities shine.
From Europe's wants and woes remote,
A friendly waste of waves between,
Here plenty cheers the humblest cot,
And smiles on every village green.
Here free as air, expanded space,
To every soul and sect shall be --
That sacred privilege of our race --
The worship of the Deity.
Let foes to freedom dread the name;
But should they touch the sacred tree,
Twice fifty thousands swords would flame
For Jefferson and liberty.
From Georgia to Lake Champlain,
From seas to Mississippi's shore,
Ye sons of freedom loud proclaim --
"The reign of terror is no more."
These gifts, great Liberty, are thine,
Then thousand more we owe to thee,
Immortal may their mem'ries shine,
Who fought and died for Liberty.
"Mrs. McGrath" (1807-1814, írska pieseň, Španielska
16
vojna za nezávislosť)
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(text The Dubliners)
Ah, misses McGrath', the sergeant said
'Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat
'Ah, misses McGrath', the sergeant said
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mrs._McGrath
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Text z: https://genius.com/The-dubliners-mrs-mcgrath-lyrics
'Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat
And misses McGrath, wouldn't you like that?'
Wid yer toori al fol the diddle ah
Toori oori oori ah
Wid yer toori al fol the diddl eah
Toori oori oori ah
Well Mrs McGrath lived by the seashore
For the space of seven long years or more
Till she saw a big ship sailing into the bay
'Here's my son Ted, will ye clear the way?'
'Ah captain dear, and where have you been?
Have you been in the Mediterranean?
Will ye tell me the news of my son Ted?
Is the poor lad living now or is he dead?'
Ah, well up comes Ted without any legs
And in their place he had two wooden pegs
Well she kissed him a dozen times or two
Saying: 'Glory be to God, sure it couldn't be you'
'Ah then were ye drunk or were ye blind
That ye left yer two fine legs behind?
Or was it while walking on the sea
A big fish ate yer legs from the knees away?'
'Well I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind
But a big cannonball on the fifth of May
Flow my two fine legs from the knees away'
'Ah Teddy me boy', the poor widow cried
'Yer two fine legs were yer mummy's pride
Them old stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all
Why didn't ye run for the big cannonball?'
'Well all foreign wars I do proclaim
Between Don John and the King of Spain
And by herrings I'll make them rue the time
That they shot the legs from a child of mine'
Ode "An die Freude" (1824, Ludwig van Beethoven,
text: Johann Christoph Friedrich von
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Schiller,inšpirované ideálmi Francúzskej revolúcie)
(anglický preklad)
O friends, no more of these sounds!
Let us sing more cheerful songs,
More songs full of joy!
Joy!
Joy!
Joy, bright spark of divinity,
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire-inspired we tread
Within thy sanctuary.
Thy magic power re-unites
All that custom has divided,
All men become brothers,
Under the sway of thy gentle wings.
Whoever has created
An abiding friendship,
Or has won
A true and loving wife,
All who can call at least one soul theirs,
Join our song of praise;
But those who cannot must creep tearfully
Away from our circle.
All creatures drink of joy
At natures breast.
Just and unjust
Alike taste of her gift;
She gave us kisses and the fruit of the vine,
A tried friend to the end.
Even the worm can feel contentment,
And the cherub stands before God!
Gladly, like the heavenly bodies
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Preklad + viac o piesni: https://www.liveabout.com/beethovens-ode-to-joy-lyrics-history-724410,
https://ig.ft.com/life-of-a-song/ode-to-joy.html
Which He sent on their courses
Through the splendor of the firmament;
Thus, brothers, you should run your race,
Like a hero going to victory!
You millions, I embrace you.
This kiss is for all the world!
Brothers, above the starry canopy
There must dwell a loving father.
Do you fall in worship, you millions?
World, do you know your creator?
Seek Him in the heavens;
Above the stars must he dwell.
"Get off the track!" (1844,Jesse Hutchinson Jr.,
venované vydavateľovi abolicionistických novín
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Nathanielovi Rogersovi)
Ho! the Car Emancipation,
Rides majestic thro' our nation,
Bearing on its Train, the story,
Liberty, A Nation's Glory.
Roll it along, Roll it along, Roll it
along,
thro's the Nation Freedom's Car,
Emancipation,
Roll it along, Roll it along,
Roll it along, thro' the Nation,
Freedom's Car. Emancipation.
First of all the train, and greater,
Speeds the dauntless Liberator
Onward cheered amid hosannas,
And the waving of Free Banners.
Roll it along! Spread your Banners
While the people shoud hosannas.
Men of various predilections,
Frightened, run in all directions;
Merchants, Editors, Physicians,
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Text z: http://www.protestsonglyrics.net/Freedom_Songs/Get-Off-The-Track.phtml
Obrázok z: https://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/2008661453/
Viac na:
https://longreads.com/2017/03/07/a-history-of-american-protest-music-how-the-hutchinson-family-sing
ers-achieved-pop-stardom-with-an-anti-slavery-anthem/
Lawyers, Priests and Politicians.
Get out of the way! every station,
Clear the track of 'mancipation.
This song was originally posted on
protestsonglyrics.net
Let the Minister and Churches
Leave behind sectarian lurches;
Jump on board the Car of Freedom
Ere it be too late to need them.
Sound the alarm! Pulpit's thunder!
Ere too late, you see your blunder.
Politicians gazed, astounded,
When at first our Bell resounded;
Freight trains are coming, tell these Foxes,
With our Votes and Ballot Boxes.
Jump for your lives! Politicians,
From your dangerous false positions.
Rail Roads to Emancipation
Cannot rest on clay foundation
And the tracks of "The Magician"
Are but Rail Roads to perdition.
Pull up the Rails! Emancipation
Cannot rest on such foundation
All true friends of Emancipation,
Haste to Freedom's Rail Road Station;
Quick into the Cars get seated,
All is ready, and completed.
Put on the Steam! All are crying.
And the Liberty Flags are flying.
This song was originally posted on
protestsonglyrics.net
Now, again the Bell is tolling.
Soon you'll see the car wheels rolling:
Hinder not their destination,
Chartered for Emancipation.
Wood up the fire! keep it flashing,
While the Train goes onward dashing.
Hear the mighty car wheels humming!
Now look out! The Engine's Coming!
Church and Statesment! hear the thunder!
Clear the track! or you'll fall under.
Get of the track! all are singing.
While the Liberty Bell is ringing.
On triumphant, see them bearing,
Through sectarian rubbish tearing;
Th' Bell and Whistle and the Steaming,
Startles thousans from their dreaming.
Look out for the cars! while the Bell rings,
Ere the sound your funeral knell rings.
See the people run to meet us;
All the Depots thousands greet us;
All take seats with exultation,
In the Car Emancipation.
Huzza! Huzza! Emancipation
Soon will bless our happy nation.
Huzza!... Huzza!!... Huzza!!!...
"Deșteaptă-te, române!" (revolučné roky 1848 – 1849,
rumunská revolučná pieseň, rovnaký osud ako
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revolučná pieseň "Nad Tatrou sa blýska" 1844)
(anglický preklad)
Wake up, Romanian, from your deadly sleep
Into which you've been sunk by the barbaric tyrants
Now, or never, your fate renew,
To which your enemies will bow to.
Now or never let's give proof to the world
That in these veins still flows a Roman blood,
That in our chests we still maintain our pride in a
name
The victor in his battles, the name of Trajan!
Raise your broad forehead and look around you
Like fir trees, hundreds of thousands of heroes are
standing firm;
A voice they still wait for, to jump like wolves
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Preklad + viac o piesni:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De%C8%99teapt%C4%83-te,_rom%C3%A2ne!
among the sheep,
Elders, men, youths, boys, from mountains to the
plains.
Watch on, shadows of highnesses, Mihai, Stefan,
Corvinus,
The Romanian Nation, your great grandchildren,
With weapons in their arms, with your fire in their
veins,
"Life in freedom or death!" shout all.
You were vanquished by the evils of your envy
And by your blind disunity, at Milcov and the
Carpathians
But we, whose souls were pierced by holy liberty,
Swear that for ever in brotherhood will join.
A widowed mother from the time of Michael the Great
Claims from her sons today a helping hand,
Casting curses, with tears in her eyes, on whosoever,
In such great peril, a traitor would become.
Of thunder and of brimstone should they perish
Those who flee our glorious endeavor
When our land or our mother with tears in her heart,
Will ask us to cross through swords and blazing fire.
Didn't we have enough of the yatagan of the barbaric
crescent
Whose fatal wounds even today we still feel?
Now the knout is intruding our ancestral homes,
But we give witness before the Lord that alive, we do
not accept it
Didn't we have enough of the blinded despotism
Whose yoke, like cattle, for centuries we've carried?
Now let the cruel ones try, in their blind arrogance,
To take away our language, we'll give it only if
we're dead!
Romanians from the four corners, now or never
Unite in thought, unite in feeling
Proclaim to the wide world that the Danube is stolen
Through intrigue and coercion, sly machinations.
Priests, lead with your crucifixes! Because our army
is Christian,
The motto is Liberty and its goal is holy,
Better to die in battle, in full glory,
Than to once again be slaves upon our ancient ground!
"When Johnny Comes Marching Home" (1863, Patrick
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Gilmore, Americká občianska vojna)
When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
The ladies they will all turn out
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching
home.
The old church bell will peal with joy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say
With roses they will strew the way,
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching
home.
Get ready for the Jubilee,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give the hero three times three,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching
home.
Let love and friendship on that day,
Hurrah, hurrah!
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/When_Johnny_Comes_Marching_Home
Text z:
https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Patrick-Sarsfield-Gilmore/When-Johnny-Comes-Marching-Home
Their choicest pleasures then display,
Hurrah, hurrah!
And let each one perform some part,
To fill with joy the warrior's heart,
And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching
home
"Down in a Coal Mine" (1872, Joseph Bryan Geoghegan,
zlé pracovné podmienky v uhoľných baniach v
22
Anglicku)
I am a jovial collier lad, and blithe as blithe can
be,
For let the times be good or bad they're all the same
to me;
'Tis little of the world I know and care less for its
ways,
For where the dog star never glows, I wear away my
days.
Down in a coal mine underneath the ground,
Where a gleam of sunshine never can be found;
Digging dusky diamonds all the season round,
Down in a coal mine underneath the ground.
My hands are horny hard and black, with working in
the vein,
And like the clothes upon my back my speech is rough
and plain;
Well if I stumble with my tongue, I've one excuse to
say,
'Tis not the colliers heart that's wrong. 'Tis th'
head that goes astray.
At ev'ry shift be't soon or late, I haste my bread to
earn,
And anxiously my kindred wait and watch for my
return;
For Death that levels all alike whate'er their rank
may be,
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Text z + viac o piesni:
http://www.protestsonglyrics.net/Labor_Union_Songs/Down-in-a-Coal-Mine.phtml
A mid the fire and damp may strike, and fling his
darts at me.
How little do the great ones care, who sit at home
secure,
What hidden dangers colliers dare, what hardships
they endure;
The very fires their manions boast to cheer
themselves and wives,
Mayhap were kindled at the cost, of jovial colliers
lives.
Then cheer up lads and make ye much, of ev'ry joy ye
can,
But let your mirth be always such as best becomes a
man;
How ever Fortune turns about we'll still be jovial
souls,
For what would England be without, the lads that look
for coals.
"Kanonýr Jabůrek" (1884, česká pieseň parodujúca
propagandu rakúskej armády tzv. kramářských písní,
23
bitka u Hradce Králové)
Tam u Královýho Hradce, lítaly tam koule prudce
z kanónů a flintiček do ubohých lidiček.
Kmáni, šarže, oficíři, kobyly i kanonýři
po zemí se válejí, rány je moc pálejí.
A u kanónu stál a pořád ládo-, ládo-, ládo-,
u kanónu stál a furt jen ládoval.
Vzdor hroznému dešti kulek feuerwerker Franz Jabůrek
s luntem u kanónu stál a pánvičku pucoval.
Po každém vždy vypálení bylo slyšet nadávání:
"Jabůrku, ty raubíři! Hele jak na nás míří!"
A u kanónu stál...
V tom ho zahlíd kronprinc Friedrich: "Herrje den Kerl
erschieß ich!"
A už hází, potvůrka, rachejtle na Jabůrka.
A hned prajzští kanonýři na Jabůrka všichni míří,
každý chce ho trefiti, princi se zavděčiti.
A u kanónu stál...
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Text + viac o piesni na: https://cs.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kanon%C3%BDr_Jab%C5%AFrek
Praskla puma velmi prudce, utrhla mu obě ruce;
on rychle boty sundal a nohama ládoval
Vtom jeden prajzskej frajvilik šrapnelem hlavu mu
ufik;
ač už na to neviděl, na Prajzy přeci střílel.
Jabůrkovi letí hlava zrovna kolem jenerála
a křičí: "Já melduju, že salutovat nemohu."
A u kanónu stál...
Když však pum a kulek více trefilo ho do munice,
tu se teprv toho lek a s kanónem pryč utek.
A že zachránil ten kánon, do šlechtického stavu on
povýšen za ten skutek, Edler von den Jabůrek.
Děj mu Pán Bůh věčnou slávu, "von" má, ale žádnou
hlavu;
nedělá si z toho nic, bezhlavých "von" je prej víc.
A u kanónu stál...
"Ach vojna, vojna" (1885, Leoš Janáček – Mužské
zbory, proti-nemecké/rakúske cítenie, nezmyseľnosť
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vojny)
Ach vojna, vojna,
nesčasná vojna,
dyž na ňu jít musím,
dyž na ňu jít musím.
Sama královna,
a císařovna,
do Moravy psala,
do Moravy psala,
aby Janoška,
do vojny dostala,
do vojny dostala,
do vojny dostala.
U bílej vody,
Jánošek stojí,
hlavěnka ho bolí.
Jáníčku nestoj,
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Viac na:
https://www.allmusic.com/composition/ach-vojna-vojna-alas-the-war-folk-song-for-male-chorus-jw-4-1
7-3-mc0002470380
Text z: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-S8NfJySqA8
koníčky nastrojm,
pojedeš do vojny.
Já nepojedu,
hlavěnka mě bolí.
Moja hlavěnka
všecka porubaná.
Moja galánka
všecka uplakaná,
všecka uplakaná,
všecka uplakaná.
Ach vojna, vojna,
nesčasná vojna,
dyž na ňu jít musím,
dyž na ňu jít musím.
Mám hezké děvče,
opustit je musím.
Mám hezké děvče,
opustit je musím.
"Bella ciao" (koniec 19. storočia – začiatok 20.
storočia, odpor žien proti ťažkým pracovným
podmienkam na ryžových poliach severného Talianska,
neskôr použitá v protifašistickom hnutí talianskych
partizánov v rokoch 1943-1945 (s pozmeneným textom –
tá je aj v playliste)) 25
(anglický preklad)
In the morning I got up
oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
(Goodbye beautiful)
In the morning I got up
To the paddy rice fields, I have to go.
And between insects and mosquitoes
oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
and between insects and mosquitoes
a hard work I have to work.
The boss is standing with his cane
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Preklad textu + viac o piesni: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bella_ciao
oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
the boss is standing with his cane
and we work with our backs curved.
Oh my god, what a torment
oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
oh my god, what a torment
as I call you every morning.
And every hour that we pass here
oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
and every hour that we pass here
we lose our youth.
But the day will come when us all
oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
but the day will come when us all
will work in freedom.
MODERNÁ DOBA
"I Didn't Raise My Boy to Be a Soldier"(1915,
americká protivojnová pieseň, pred vstupom USA do
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1.sv.vojny)
Ten million soldiers to the war have gone,
Who may never return again.
Ten million mothers’ hearts must break
For the ones who died in vain.
Head bowed down in sorrow
In her lonely years,
I heard a mother murmur thro’ her
tears:
“I didn’t raise my boy to be a
soldier,
I brought him up to be my pride and joy,
Who dares to place a musket on his shoulder,
To shoot some other mother’s darling boy?
Let nations arbitrate their future troubles,
It’s time to lay the sword and gun away,
There’d be no war today,
If mothers all would say,
“I didn’t raise my boy to be a soldier.”
What victory can cheer a mother’s heart,
When she looks at her blighted home?
What victory can bring her back
All she cared to call her own.
Let each mother answer
In the years to be,
Remember that my boy belongs to me!
There’d be no war today,
If mothers all would say,
I didn’t raise my boy to be a soldier.
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Didn%27t_Raise_My_Boy_to_Be_a_Soldier
Text z: http://historymatters.gmu.edu/d/4942
What victory can cheer a mother’s heart,
When she looks at her blighted home?
What victory can bring her back,
All she cared to call her own?
Let each mother answer in the year to be,
Remember that my boy belongs to me!
"Noël des enfants" (1915, Claude Debussy, dôsledky
1.svetovej vojny na najmladšej generácii vo
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Francúzsku)
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(anglický preklad)
Our houses are gone!
The enemy has taken everything,
even our little beds!
They burned the school and the schoolmaster.
They burned the church and the Lord Jesus!
And the poor old man who couldn't get away!
Our houses are gone!
The enemy has taken everything,
even our little beds!
Of course, Papa has gone to war.
Poor Mama died
before she saw all this.
What are we going to do?
Christmas! Little Christmas!
Don't go to their houses, never go there again.
Punish them!
Avenge the children of France!
The little Belgians, the little Serbs
and the little Poles, too!
If we've forgotten anyone, forgive us.
Christmas! Christmas! Above all, no toys.
Try to give us our daily bread again.
Our houses are gone!
The enemy has taken everything,
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Viac na:
http://ww1centenary.oucs.ox.ac.uk/body-and-mind/decomposing-debussy-and-the-trauma-process/
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Preklad prevzatý z: https://www.lieder.net/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=4342
even our little beds!
They burned the school and the schoolmaster.
They burned the church and the Lord Jesus!
And the poor old man who couldn't get away!
Christmas, listen to us. Our wooden shoes are gone,
but grant victory to the children of France!
"Na Kráľovej holi"( ?, podľa legendy šumiacky vojak
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bojujúci na ruskom fronte)
Na Kráľovej holi stojí strom zelený.
Vrch má naklonený, vrch má naklonený,
vrch má naklonený k tej šumiackej zemi.
Stojí mi tam stojí,
smutná neveselá,
šibenička moja, šibenička moja,
šibenička moja z kresaného dreva.
Odkážte, odpíšte tej mojej materi,
že mi svadba stojí, že mi svadba stojí,
že mi svadba stojí na Kráľovej holi.
Odkážte, odpíšte mojim kamarátom,
že už viac nepôjdem, že už viac nepôjdem,
že už viac nepôjdem na fraj za dievčaťom.
Na nebi hviezdičky sú moje družičky:
a guľa z kanóna, a guľa z kanóna,
a guľa z kanóna, to je moja žena.
"Canta di Matteotti" (1926, talianska anarchistická
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pieseň, po zavraždení Giacoma Matteottiho )
(anglický preklad)
Or, if you listen to me,
I sing the crime of those convicts
who with great anger wanted to kill
the deputy Giacomo Matteotti.
There were many:
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Text + viac o piesni: https://sk.wikipedia.org/wiki/Na_Kr%C3%A1%C4%BEovej_holi
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Viac na:
https://montrealserai.com/article/italian-protest-songs-canti-popolari-canzoni-di-denuncia-musica-impe
gnata/
Viola Rossi and Dumin,
the leader of the gang
Benito Mussolini.
After Matteotti found,
while he was going to Parliament,
came on a loaded car
from those ignoble of the black band.
In the middle of a wood
he was transported there
and those vile torturers
they said furiously:
"Because you have always hated fascism,
now you have to die here instantly"
and after having wrongly beaten him
stabbing him so many.
So, by the hand
of those vile traitors,
Matteotti died,
chief of workers.
"Homeless Blues" (1927, Bessie Smith, Veľká povodeň
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v údolí rieky Mississippi)
Mississippi River, what a fix you left me in,
Old Mississippi River, what a fix you left me in,
Mudholes of water clear up to my chin.
House without a steeple didn't even have a door,
House without a steeple didn't even have a door,
Plain old two room shanty but it was my home sweet
home.
on protestsonglyrics.net
Ma and pa got drownded, Mississippi you the blame,
My ma and pa got drownded, Mississippi you the blame,
Mississippi River, I can't stand to hear your name.
Homeless, yes, I'm homeless, might as well be dead,
Oh you know I'm homeless, homeless, might as well be
dead,
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Text + viac o piesni:
http://www.protestsonglyrics.net/Historic_Songs/Homeless-Blues-Bessie-Smith.phtml
Hungry and disgusted, no place to lay my head.
on protestsonglyrics.net
Wish I was an eagle, but I'm a plain old black crow,
Wish I was an eagle, but I'm a plain old black crow,
I'm gonna flap my wings and leave here, and never
come back no more.
"(What Did I Do to Be So) Black and Blue" (1929, Fats
Waller s textom Harryho Brooksa a Andyho Razafa:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwxbgfgc0KA(v playli
ste verzia Louisa Armstronga, ktorá vynecháva veľkú
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časť textu), rasizmus)
Out in the street, shufflin' feet
Couples passin' two by two
While here am I, left high and dry
Black, and 'cause I'm black I'm blue
Browns and yellers, all have fellers
Gentlemen prefer them light
Wish I could fade, can't make the grade
Nothing but dark days in sight
Cold, empty bed, springs hard as lead
Pains in my head, feel like old Ned
What did I do to be so black and blue?
No joys for me, no company
Even the mouse ran from my house
All my life through I've been so black and blue
I'm white inside, it don't help my case
'Cause I can't hide, what is on my face, oh!
I'm so forlorn, life's just a thorn
My heart is torn, why was I born?
What did I do to be so black and blue?
'Cause you're black, folks think you lack
They laugh at you, and scorn you too
What did I do to be so black and blue?
When you are near, they laugh and sneer
Set you aside and you're denied
What did I do to be so black and blue?
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Viac na:
https://www.arcgis.com/apps/MapJournal/index.html?appid=8e26699866b14c74aeb13aba5d39e803#
,https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_and_Blue_(Fats_Waller_song)
How sad I am, each day I feel worse
My mark of Ham seems to be a curse, oh
How will it end? ain't got a friend
My only sin is my skin
"Strange Fruit"(1937, Abel
Meeropol, rasizmus, lynčovanie
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afroameričanov)
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at
the root
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
"Jamie Foyers" (1937-9, Ewan MacColl,Občianska vojna
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v Španielsku)
Far distant, far distant, lies Foyers the brave,
No tombstone memorial shall hallow his grave
His bones they are scattered on the rude soil of
Spain,
For young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain.
He's gane frae the shipyard that stands on the Clyde;
His hammer is silent, his tools laid aside,
To the wide Ebro river young Foyers has gane
To fecht by the side o' the people of Spain.
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Viac na:
https://www.npr.org/2012/09/05/158933012/the-strange-story-of-the-man-behind-strange-fruit?t=1582
437306368
Text z: http://www.protestsonglyrics.net/Racism_Discrimination_Songs/Strange-Fruit.phtml
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamie_Foyers
Text z: http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/folk-song-lyrics/Jamie_Foyers.htm
There wasna his equal at work or at play,
He was strang in the union till his dying day;
He was grand at the fitba', at the dance he was braw,
O, young Jamie Foyers was the floo'er o' them a'.
He came frae the shipyaird, took aff his working
claes,
O, I mind that time weel in the lang simmer days;
He said, "Fare ye well, lassie, I'll come back
again."
But young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain.
In the ficht for Belchite he was aye to the fore,
He focht at Gandesa till he couldna fecht more;
He lay owre his machine-gun wi' a bullet in his brain
And young Jamie Foyers in battle was slain.
He lies by the Ebro in far away Spain,
He died so that freedom and justice might reign;
Remember young Foyers and others of worth
And don't let one fascist be left on this earth.
"Talking Union" (1941, Pete Seeger,odborárske únie,
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práva robotníkov)
Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you what to
do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you.
You got to build you a union, got to make it strong,
But if you all stick together, boys, it won't be
long.
You get shorter hours, better working conditions,
Vacations with pay. Take your kids to the seashore.
It ain't quite this simple, so I better explain
Just why you got to ride on the union train.
'Cause if you wait for the boss to raise your pay,
We'll all be a-waitin' 'til Judgment Day.
We'll all be buried, gone to heaven,
St. Peter'll be the straw boss then.
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talking_Union
Text z: https://www.lyricfind.com/
Now you know you're underpaid but the boss says you
ain't;
He speeds up the work 'til you're 'bout to faint.
You may be down and out, but you ain't beaten,
You can pass out a leaflet and call a meetin'.
Talk it over, speak your mind,
Decide to do somethin' about it.
Course, the boss may persuade some poor damn fool
To go to your meetin' and act like a stool.
But you can always tell a stool, though, that's a
fact,
He's got a yaller streak a-runnin' down his back.
He doesn't have to stool, he'll always get along
On what he takes out of blind men's cups.
You got a union now, and you're sittin' pretty,
Put some of the boys on the steering committee.
The boss won't listen when one guy squawks,
But he's got to listen when the union talks.
He'd better, be mighty lonely
Everybody decide to walk out on him.
Suppose they're working you so hard it's just
outrageous
And they're paying you all starvation wages.
You go to the boss and the boss would yell,
"Before I raise your pay I'd see you all in hell."
Well, he's puffing a big seegar, feeling mighty slick
'Cause he thinks he's got your union licked.
Well, he looks out the window and what does he see
But a thousand pickets, and they all agree:
He's a bastard, unfair, slavedriver,
Bet he beats his wife!
Now, boys, you've come to the hardest time.
The boss will try to bust your picket line.
He'll call out the police, the National Guard,
They'll tell you it's a crime to have a union card.
They'll raid your meetin', they'll hit you on the
head,
They'll call every one of you a goddam red,
Unpatriotic, Japanese spies, sabotaging national
defense!
But out at Ford, here's what they found,
And out at Vultee, here's what they found,
And out at Allis-Chalmers, here's what they found,
And down at Bethlehem, here's what they found:
That if you don't let red-baiting break you up,
And if you don't let stoolpigeons break you up,
And if you don't let vigilantes break you up,
And if you don't let race hatred break you up,
You'll win. What I mean, take it easy, but take it!
"This Land Is Your Land" (1945, Woody Guthrie,
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americký ideál rovnosti všetkých obyvateľov)
This land is your land, this
land is my land
From California to the New York
island,
From the redwood forest to the
Gulf Stream waters;
This land was made for you and me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway;
I saw below me that golden valley;
This land was made for you and me.
I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding;
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds
rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
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Obrázok + viac o piesni:
https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/585577/this-land-your-land-americas-best-known-protest-song
Text z: https://www.woodyguthrie.org/Lyrics/This_Land.htm
As I went walking I saw a sign there,
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing.
That side was made for you and me.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
"Le déserteur" (1954, Boris Vian,Bitka o Dien Bien
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Phu)
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(anglický preklad)
Mr President, I am writing you a letter
That you will read, perhaps
If you have the time
I came to receive
My military papers
To go to the war
Last Wednesday evening
Mr President
I don't want to do that
I am not on this earth
To kill these poor people
It's not to make you angry
I must say to you
My decision is made
I am going to desert
Since I was born
I saw my father die
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_D%C3%A9serteur
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Preklad prevzvatý z: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/le-d%C3%A9serteur-deserter.html
I saw my brothers leave
And my children cry
My mother has suffered so much
That she is inside her tomb
And she mocks bombs
And she mocks their targets
When I was a prisoner
You stole my wife from me
You stole my soul from me
And all dear to me passed
Tomorrow in the early morning
I will close my door
In the nose of the dead years
I will go down these paths
I will beg for my life
On the roads of France
Of Brittany and Provence
And I will say to people
Refuse to obey
Refuse to do it
Don't go to war
Refuse to leave
If you must give your blood
Go to give yours
You are a good apostle
Mr President
If you chase me
Tell your policemen
That I am not armed
And that they can shoot
"The H-Bomb's Thunder" (1958, John Brunner,
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Aldamastovský pochod)
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Text + viac o piesni: https://unionsong.com/u576.html
Don't you hear the H-bomb's thunder
Echo like the crack of doom?
While they rend the skies asunder
Fall-out makes the earth a tomb
Do you want your homes to tumble
Rise in smoke towards the sky?
Will you let your cities crumble
Will you see your children die?
Chorus:
Men and women, stand together
Do not heed the men of war
Make your minds up now or never
Ban the bomb for evermore
Tell the leaders of the nations
Make the whole wide world take heed
Poison from the radiations
Strikes at every race and creed
Must you put mankind in danger
Murder folk in distant lands?
Will you bring death to a stranger
Have his blood upon your hands?
Shall we lay the world in ruin?
Only you can make the choice
Stop and think of what you're doing
Join the march and raise your voice
Time is short; we must be speedy
We can see the hungry filled
House the homeless, help the needy
Shall we blast, or shall we build ?
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"Masters of War" (1963, Bob Dylan, Studená vojna)
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masters_of_War
Text z: http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/masters-war-mono/
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand o’er your grave
’Til I’m sure that you’re dead
"Talkin’ World War III Blues" (1963, Bob Dylan,
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absurdita antikomunistickej hystérie)
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they're only in my head
I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my
brain"
He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane"
He grabbed my arm, I said, "Ouch!"
As I landed on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
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Text z: https://genius.com/Bob-dylan-talkin-world-war-iii-blues-lyrics
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wondering who turned the lights on
Well, I got up and walked around
And up and down the lonesome town
I stood a-wondering which way to go
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter and walked on
down the road
It was a normal day
Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell
"Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man"
A shotgun fired and away I ran
I don't blame them too much though
They didn't know me
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man
I said, "Howdy friend, I guess there's just us two"
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was a Communist
Well, I spied me a girl and before she could leave
"Let's go and play Adam and Eve"
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin'
You see what happened last time they started"
Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun'
I got into the driver's seat
And I drove down to 42nd Street
In my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war
Well, I remember seein' some ad
So I turned on my Conelrad
But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill
So the radio didn't work so well
Turned on my record player—
It was Rock-a-day Johnny singin', "Tell Your Ma,
Tell Your Pa
Our Love's A-gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah"
I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue
I needed somebody to talk to
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind
"When you hear the beep it will be three o'clock"
She said that for over an hour
And I hung up
Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then
Sayin', "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams
But mine was a little different you see
I dreamt that the only person left after the war was
me
I didn't see you around"
Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody's having them dreams
Everybody sees themselves
Walkin' around with no one else
Half of the people can be part right all of the time
Some of the people can be all right part of the time
But all of the people can't be all right all of the
time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours"
I said that
"Universal Soldier" (1964, Buffy Sainte-Marie,
feudálne myslenie a individuálna zodpovednosť
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všetkých strán za vojnu)
He's five-foot-two and he's six-feet-four
He fights with missiles and with spears
He's all of thirty-one and he's only seventeen
He's been a soldier for a thousand years
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universal_Soldier_(song)
He's a catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jane
A Buddhist and a Baptist and Jew
And he knows he shouldn't kill
And he knows he always will kill
You'll for me my friend and me for you
And he's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for
France
He's fighting for the USA
And he's fighting for the Russians and he's fighting
for Japan
And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way
And he's fighting for democracy, he's fighting for
the reds
He says it's for the peace of all
He's the one who must decide who's to live and who's
to die
And he never sees the writing on the wall
But without him how would Hitler have condemned him
at Dachau
Without him Caesar would've stood alone
He's the one who gives his body as the weapon of the
war
And without him, all this killing can't go on
He's the universal soldier and he really is to blame
His orders come from far away no more
They come from him and you and me
And brothers, can't you see
This is not the way we put an end to war?
"Only a Pawn in Their Game" (1964, Bob Dylan, vražda
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aktivistu za občianske práva Medgara Eversa)
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers'
blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
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Text z: https://genius.com/Bob-dylan-only-a-pawn-in-their-game-lyrics
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game
A South politician preaches to the poor white man
"You got more than blacks, don't complain
You're better than them, you been born with white
skin" they explain
And the Negro's name
Is used it is plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get
paid
And the marshals and cops get the same
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them
all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game
From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to
the tracks
And the hoof beats pound in his brain
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game
Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he
caught
They lowered him down as a king
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain
Only a pawn in their game
"The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll" (1964, Bob
Dylan, zavraždenie 51-ročnej afroameričanky Hattie
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Carroll – rasovo stále segregované oblasti Ameriky)
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring
finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from
him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was
snarling
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
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Text z: http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/lonesome-death-hattie-carroll/
fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten
children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the
room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all
fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his
gavel
To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on
the level
And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and
persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without
warnin’
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and
distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize
all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now’s the time for your tears
"A Change Is Gonna Come"(1964, Sam Cooke, rasizmus v
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Amerike)
I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh and just like the river I've been running ev'r
since
It's been a long time, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die
'Cause I don't know what's up there, beyond the sky
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
I go to the movie and I go downtown
Somebody keep tellin' me don't hang around
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
Then I go to my brother
And I say brother help me please
But he winds up knockin' me
Back down on my knees, oh
There have been times that I thought I couldn't last
for long
But now I think I'm able to carry on
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will
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"The War Drags on" (1966, Donovan, Vietnam)
Let me tell you the story of a soldier named Dan
Went out to fight the good fight in South Vietnam
Went out to fight for peace, liberty and all
Went out to fight for equality, hope, let's go
And the war drags on
Found himself involved in a sea of blood and bones
Millions without faces, without hope and without
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Change_Is_Gonna_Come
Text z: https://genius.com/Sam-cooke-a-change-is-gonna-come-lyrics
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Text z: https://genius.com/Donovan-the-war-drags-on-lyrics
homes
And the guns, they grew louder as they made dust out
of bones
That the flesh had long since left just as the people
left their homes
And the war drags on
They're just there to try and make the people free
But the way that they're doing it, it don't seem like
that to me
Just more blood-letting and misery and tears
That this poor country's known for the last twenty
years
And the war drags on
Last night poor Dan had a nightmare, it seems
One kept occurrin' and re-occurrin' in his dreams
Cities full of people burn and scream and shoutin'
loud
And right there over head a great orange mushroom
cloud
And there's no more war
For there's no, no more world
And the tears come streaming down
Yes, I lie crying on the ground
"For What It's Worth (Stop, Hey What's That Sound)"
(1966, Buffalo Springfield, nepokoje a konflikty
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"mladých" a polície v Holywoode)
There's something happening here
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/For_What_It%27s_Worth
Text z: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/buffalospringfield/forwhatitsworth.html
Young people speaking' their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly saying, "hooray for our side"
It's time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line, the men come and take you away
We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
We better stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
We better stop
Now, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
We better stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look - what's going down?
"Welterusten, meneer de president"(1966, Boudewijn
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de Groot,Vietnam + prezident Lyndon B. Johnson)
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Welterusten_meneer_de_president
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(anglický preklad)
Good night, Mr. President.
Sleep comfortably in your beautiful White House.
Don't think too much about all the distant coasts,
where your boys are sitting, lonely and far from
home.
Don't think about the forty-six who were killed,
the casualties of the last bombing.
And forget the fourth of the Ten Commandments
that you, as a good Christian, certainly know.
Don't think about all the young soldiers at the front
--
dying alone during the tropical nights afar.
Keep letting those weak pacifists talk.
Sleep comfortably, Mr. President.
Dream of the victory and triumph,
Dream of your beautiful, peaceful ideals
that have never been achieved through bloody killing.
Dream that you will be successful this time.
Don't think of all those people who have perished --
all the women, all the children who have been
murdered.
Dream that you will pull it off,
and don't believe a word from those who oppose you!
Bayonets with bloody hilts
Stand on guard far away from here -- at your command
For the honor and glory of the "Free West"
Sleep comfortably, Mr. President.
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Don't scream too loudly when in your dreams
all of the innocent victims appear,
whose lives were taken there on the battlefield.
And you ask how long this must continue.
But by now you well know that there are people
who are sick and tired of the violence,
who have not forgotten about the blood and the
misery,
and for whom a human life still holds value.
Don't dream too much about all those who have died,
Instead, dream of victory and strength!
Don't think about the wishes for peace.
Good night, Mr. President.
"Alice's Restaurant Massacree" (1967, Arlo Guthrie,
kontroverzná lotéria na žrebovanie vojakov
50
odvádzaných do vietnamskej vojny)
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant
"It's about Alice, and the
Restaurant, but "Alice's
Restaurant" is not the name of the
restaurant,
That's just the name of the song
That's why I call the song "Alice's
Restaurant."
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
Walk right in, it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice%27s_Restaurant
Text a obrázok z: https://genius.com/Arlo-guthrie-alices-restaurant-massacree-lyrics
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, two years
ago, on Thanksgiving,
When my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant
But Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives
in the church nearby the
Restaurant, in the bell tower with her husband Ray
and Facha, the dog
And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a
lot of room downstairs
Where the pews used to be, and havin' all that room
(seein' as how they took
Out all the pews), they decided that they didn't have
to take out their
Garbage for a long time.
We got up here and found all the garbage in there and
we decided that it'd
be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down
to the city dump
So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the
back of a red VW
Microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of
destruction, and headed
On toward the city dump. Well, we got there and there
was a big sign and a
Chain across the dump sayin', "this dump is closed on
Thanksgiving, " and
We'd never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving
before, and with tears in
our eyes, we drove off into the sunset lookin' for
another place to put the garbage
We didn't find one till we came to a side road, and
off the side of the side
road was another fifteen-foot cliff, and at the
bottom of the cliff was
another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big
pile was better than
two little piles, and rather than bring that one up,
we decided to throw
ours down. That's what we did
drove back to the church, had a Thanksgiving dinner
that couldn't be beat,
went to sleep, and didn't get up until the next
morning, when we got a phone
call from Officer Obie. He said, "kid, we found your
name on a envelope at
the bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just
wanted to know if you had
any information about it"
And I said, "yes sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a
lie. I put that envelope
Under that garbage." After speakin' to Obie for about
forty-five minutes on
The telephone, we finally arrived at the truth of the
matter and he said
That we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and
also had to go down and
Speak to him at the Police Officer Station. So we got
in the red VW microbus
With the shovels and rakes and implements of
destruction and headed on
Toward the Police Officer Station
Now, friends, there was only one of two things that
Obie could've done at
The Police Officer Station, and the first was that he
could've given us a
Medal for bein' so brave and honest on the telephone
(which wasn't very
Likely, and we didn't expect it), and the other thing
was that he could've
Bawled us out and told us never to be seen drivin'
garbage around in the
Vicinity again, which is what we expected
But when we got to the Police Officer Station, there
was a third possibility
That we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both
immediately arrested,
Handcuffed, and I said, "Obie, I can't pick up the
garbage with these here
Handcuffs on." He said "shut up kid, and get in the
back of the patrol car"
And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol
car, and drove to
The quote scene of the crime unquote
I want to tell you 'bout the town of Stockbridge,
Massachusetts, where this is
Happenin'. They got three stop signs, two police
officers, and one police
Car, but when we got to the scene of the crime, there
was five police
Officers and three police cars, bein' the biggest
crime of the last fifty
Years and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper
story about it
And they was usin' up all kinds of cop equipment that
they had hangin'
Around the Police Officer Station. They was takin'
plaster tire tracks,
Footprints, dog-smellin' prints and they took
twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored
Glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a
paragraph on the back of
Each one explainin' what each one was, to be used as
evidence against us
Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the
northwest corner, the
Southwest corner
And that's not to mention the aerial photography!
After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said
he was gonna put us in a cell
He said "kid, I'm gonna put you in a cell
I want your wallet and your belt"
I said, "Obie, I can understand your wantin' my
wallet, so I don't have any
Money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my
belt for?" and he said
"Kid, we don't want any hangin's
I said, "Obie, did you think I was gonna
Hang myself for litterin'?"
Obie said he was makin' sure, and, friends, Obie was,
'cause he took out the
Toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head
and drown, and he took
Out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars,
roll the toilet paper out
The window, slide down the roll and have an escape.
Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by and, with a few nasty words to Obie on
the
Side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the
church, had another
Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't
get up until the next
Morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked
in, sat down, Obie came
In with the twenty-seven 8 times 10 colored glossy
pictures with the circles and
Arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat
down
Man came in, said, "All rise!" We all stood up, and
Obie stood up with the
Twenty-seven 8 times 10 colored glossy pictures, and
the judge walked in, sat
Down, with a seein' eye dog and he sat down. We sat
down
Obie looked at the seein' eye dog then at the
twenty-seven 8 x 10
Colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the
Back of each one and looked at the seein' eye dog and
then at
The twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy pictures with
the circles and arrows
And a paragraph on the back of each on and began to
cry
Because Obie came to the realization that it was a
typical case of American
Blind justice, and there wasn't nothin' he could do
about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored
glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of
each one explainin'
What each one was, to be used as evidence against us
And we was fined fifty dollars and had to pick up the
garbage in the snow
But that's not what I'm here to tell you about
I'm here to talk about the draft
They got a buildin' down in New York City called
Whitehall Street, where you
Walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected,
infected, neglected and selected!
I went down and got my physical examination one day,
and I walked in, sat
Down (got good and drunk the night before, so I
looked and felt my best when
I went in that morning, 'cause I wanted to look like
the All-American Kid
From New York City. I wanted to feel like I wanted to
be the
All-american Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat
down, I was hung down
Brung down, hung up and all kinds of mean, nasty,
ugly things
And I walked in, I sat down, they gave me a piece of
paper that said "Kid
See the psychiatrist in room 604"
I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I
want to kill! I want to see
Blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth! Eat
dead, burnt bodies! I
Mean Kill. Kill!"
And I started jumpin' up and down, yellin' "KILL!
Kill!" and he started
Jumpin' up and down with me, and we was both jumpin'
up and down, yellin'
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" and the sergeant came over,
pinned a medal on me
Sent me down the hall, said "You're our boy". Didn't
feel too good about it
Proceeded down the hall, gettin' more injections,
inspections, detections
Neglections, and all kinds of stuff that they was
doin' to me at the thing
There, and I was there for two hours three hours four
hours I was
There for a long time goin' through all kinds of
mean, nasty, ugly things
And I was just havin' a tough time there, and they
was inspectin',
Injectin', every single part of me, and they was
leavin' no part untouched!
Proceeded through, and I finally came to see the very
last man. I walked in,
Sat down, after a whole big thing there. I walked up,
and I said, "what do
You want?" He said, "kid, we only got one question,
have you ever been
Arrested?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of Alice's
Restaurant Massacree with
Full orchestration and five-part harmony and stuff
like that, and other phenomenon
He stopped me right there and said, "kid, have you
ever been to court?" And
I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty-seven
8 x 10 colored glossy
Pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph
on the back of each one
He stopped me right there and said, "kid, I want you
to go over and sit down
On that bench that says 'Group W'"
And I walked over to the bench there, and there's
Group W is where they
Put you if you may not be moral enough to join the
army after committin'
Your special crime
There was all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly-lookin'
people on the bench there
There was mother-rapers father-stabbers
father-rapers!
Father-rapers sittin' right there on the bench next
to me! And they was mean
And nasty and ugly and horrible and crime fightin'
guys were sittin' there
On the bench, and the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one
the meanest
Father-raper of them all was comin' over to me, and
he was mean and
Ugly and nasty and horrible and all kinds of things,
and he sat down next to
Me. He said, "Kid, what'd you get?"
I said, "I didn't get nothin'. I had to pay fifty
dollars and pick up the garbage."
He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" and I
said, "litterin'"
And they all moved away from me on the bench there,
with the hairy eyeball
And all kinds of mean, nasty things, till I said,
"And creatin' a nuisance"
And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a
great time on the
Bench talkin' about crime, mother-stabbin',
father-rapin', all kinds
Of groovy things that we was talkin' about on the
bench, and everything was fine
We was smokin' cigarettes and all kinds of things,
until the sergeant came
Over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said
"Kids,
this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-wo
rds-we-wanna-
Know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-o
ther-kind-of-thing-
You-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-wan
t-to-know-arresting-
Officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gottasay"
And he talked for forty-five minutes and nobody
understood a word that he
Said
But we had fun fillin' out the forms and playin' with
the pencils on the
Bench there
I filled out the Massacree with the four-part
harmony. Wrote it down there
Just like it was and everything was fine. And I put
down my pencil, and I
Turned over the piece of paper, and there on the
other side in
The middle of the other side away from everything
else on the other
Side in parentheses capital letters quotated read
The following words "kid, have you rehabilitated
yourself?"
I went over to the sergeant. Said, "Sergeant, you got
a lot of god-damned
Gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself! I mean I
mean I
Mean that you send I'm sittin' here on the bench I
mean I'm
Sittin' here on the Group W bench, 'cause you want to
know if I'm moral
Enough to join the army, burn women, kids, houses and
villages after bein' a
Litterbug"
He looked at me and said, "kid, we don't like your
kind! We're gonna send
Your fingerprints off to Washington"!
And, friends, somewhere in Washington, enshrined in
some little folder, is a
Study in black and white of my fingerprints
And the only reason I'm singin' you the song now is
'cause you may know
Somebody in a similar situation
Or you may be in a similar situation, and if you're
in a situation like
That, there's only one thing you can do
Walk into the shrink wherever you are, just walk in,
say, "Shrink, you
Can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant", and
walk out
You know, if one person, just one person, does it,
they may think he's
Really sick and they won't take him
And if two people do it, in harmony, they may think
they're both faggots and
They won't take either of them
And if three people do it! Can you imagine three
people walkin' in, singin'
A bar of "Alice's Restaurant" and walkin' out? They
may think it's an
Organization!
And can you imagine fifty people a day? I said FIFTY
people a day
Walkin' in, singin' a bar of "Alice's Restaurant" and
walkin' out? Friends
They may think it's a Movement, and that's what it is
THE Alices's
Restaurant anti-massacre movement! And all you gotta
do to join is to
Sing it the next time it comes around on the guitar
With feelin'
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
Walk right in, it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
"Yerushalayim Shel Zahav"(1967, Naomi Shemer, po
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výročí nezávislosti Jeruzalema)
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(anglický preklad)
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Preklad prevzatý z: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerusalem_of_Gold
The mountain air is clear as wine
And the scent of pines
Is carried on the breeze of twilight
With the sound of bells.
And in the slumber of tree and stone
Captured in her dream
The city that sits solitary
And in its midst is a wall.
Jerusalem of gold
And of copper, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
How the cisterns have dried
The market-place is empty
And no one frequents the Temple Mount
In the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain
Winds are howling
And no one descends to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho.
But as I come to sing to you today,
And to adorn crowns to you (i.e. to tell your praise)
I am the smallest of the youngest of your children
(i.e. the least worthy of doing so)
And of the last poet (i.e. of all the poets born).
For your name scorches the lips
Like the kiss of a seraph
If I forget thee, Jerusalem,
Which is all gold...
We have returned to the cisterns
To the market and to the market-place
A ram's horn calls out on the Temple Mount
In the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain
Thousands of suns shine -
We will once again descend to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho!
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"The Unknown Soldier"(1968, the Doors, Vietnam)
Wait until the war is over
And we're both a little older
The unknown soldier
Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed
Unborn living, living dead
Bullet strikes the helmet's head
And it's all over
For the unknown soldier
It's all over
For the unknown soldier
Company
Halt
Present!
Arms!
Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Nestled in your hollow shoulder
The unknown soldier
Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed
Bullet strikes the helmet's head
And it's all over
The war is over
It's all over
War is over
It's all over, baby
All over, baby
Oh, over, yeah
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Unknown_Soldier_(song)
Text z: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/doors/theunknownsoldier.html
All over, baby
Woo, ha-ha
All over
All over, baby
Oh, whoa-yeah
All over
All over
Hey
"Modlitba pro Martu"(1968, Marta Kubišová, Vpád
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vojsk Varšavskej zmluvy do Česko-Slovenska)
Ať mír dál zůstává s touto krajinou.
Zloba, závist, zášt, strach a svár,
Ty ať pominou, ať už pominou.
Teď když tvá ztracená vláda věcí tvých
Zpět se k tobě navrátí, lide, navrátí.
Z oblohy mrak zvolna odplouvá
A každý sklízí setbu svou.
Modlitba má ta ať promlouvá k srdcím,
Která zloby čas nespálil
Jak květy mráz, jak mráz.
Ať mír dál zůstává s touto krajinou.
Zloba, závist, zášt, strach a svár,
Ty ať pominou, ať už pominou.
Teď když tvá ztracená vláda věcí tvých
Zpět se k tobě navrátí, lide, navrátí.
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"Volunteers" (1969, Jefferson Airplane, Vietnam)
Look what's happening out in the streets
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Hey I'm dancing down the streets
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Viac na: https://sk.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modlitba_pro_Martu
Text z: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/Marta-Kubisova-Modlitba-pro-Martu-lyrics.html
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volunteers_(song)
Text z: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/jeffersonairplane/volunteers.html
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Ain't it amazing all the people I meet
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
One generation got old
One generation got soul
This generation got no destination to hold
Pick up the cry
Hey now it's time for you and me
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Come on now we're marching to the sea
Got a revolution
Got to revolution
Who will take it from you
We will and who are we
We are volunteers of America
"Ticho" (1969, Bohdan Mikolášek, okupácia
Československa a následný samovražebný protest Jána
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Palacha)
Ticho a lidé proudí ulicí
a málo – málo kdo se smál.
Nehybný chodník smekl čepici
a ticho spěchá, spěchá dál.
To ticho seřazené v průvodu
a někdo tvářím vážnost dal
jak žízeň hnaná pro vodu
- to ticho spěchá, spěchá dál.
Ticho a lidé proudí ulicí
a každý úsměvu se vzdal.
Vždyť ticho je jen čára půlící
pak přijde výkřik
- přišel už výkřik a plamen plál.
Oheň světlo dým
a krátký život s ním
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Viac na: https://cs.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bohdan_Mikol%C3%A1%C5%A1ek
Text z: https://www.karaoketexty.cz/texty-pisni/mikolasek-bohdan/ticho-658074
hořely dlouho a hořet budou dál.
Plamen cizích vin
a já dobře vím
jako vy tu zprávu:
zemřel živý člověk
a mrtví zůstali žít.
Zůstali žít, ale každý snad už
aspoň trochu ví proč.
Proč každý, kdo ležel - vstal.
Ale já - já já se ptám také proč,
proč jen ten oheň tolik stál.
Proč lidé začnou myslet na život
až když jim před očima umírá.
To proč - to proč to proč to dotírá
proč jen ten oheň tolik stál.
Oheň, světlo, dým
a krátký život s ním
hořely dlouho a hořet budou dál.
Plamen cizích vin
a já dobře vím - jako vy tu zprávu:
zemřel živý člověk
a mrtví zůstali žít.
Ticho a lidé proudí ulicí
na Václavském náměstí
si každý kousek toho ticha vzal
a Národním muzeum
s očima vypálenýma municí
vidí, jak ticho spěchá dál.
Ať po té písni nikdo netleská,
ať každý v klidu to své ticho zatráví
to ticho, to ticho tiše mluvící
ať tiše dál vypráví....
"Shir LaShalom" (1969, Yaakov Rotblit,
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Opotrebovávacia vojna)
(anglický preklad)
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shir_LaShalom
Text z: https://genius.com/Lahakat-hanachal-shir-lashalom-translation-transliteration-lyrics
Let the sun rise
Light up the morning
The purest of prayers
Will not bring us back
He whose candle was snuffed out
And was buried in the dust
Bitter crying won't wake him up
And won't bring him back
Nobody will bring us back
From a dead and darkened pit
Here
Neither the victory cheer
Nor songs of praise will help
So just sing a song for peace
Don't whisper a prayer
Just sing a song for peace
In a loud shout
Allow the sun to penetrate
Through the flowers
Don't look back
Let go of those departed
Lift your eyes with hope
Not through the rifles' sights
Sing a song for love
And not for wars
Don't say the day will come
Bring on that day -
Because it is not a dream -
And in all the city squares
Cheer only for peace!
"Bratříčku, zavírej vrátka" (1969, Karel Kryl, Vpád
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vojsk Varšavskej zmluvy do Česko-Slovenska)
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Viac na:
https://sk.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brat%C5%99%C3%AD%C4%8Dku,_zav%C3%ADrej_vr%C3%A1tka
Text z: https://hudba.zoznam.sk/karel-kryl/piesen/bratricku-zavirej-vratka/akordy/
Bratříčku nevzlykej to nejsoububáci
vždyť už jsi velikej to jsou jen vojáci
přijeli v hranatých železných maringotkách
Se slzou na víčku hledíme na sebe:
Buď se mnou bratříčku
bojím se o tebe na cestách klikatých
bratříčku v polobotkách
Prší a venku se setmělo
tato noc nebude kratká
Beránka vlku se zachtělo rec: Bratříčku:
zavrel jsi vrátka ?
zavírej vrátka!
Bratríčku nevzlykej neplýtvej slzami
nadávky polykej a šetři silami
Nesmíš mi vyčítat jestliže nedojdeme
Nauč se písničku není tak složitá opři se bratříčku
cesta je rozbitá
Budeme klopýtat zpátky už nemůžeme
"Big Yellow Taxi"(1970, Joni Mitchell, ničenie
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životného prostredia)
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
'Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
And they charged all the people
A dollar and a half to see 'em
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
'Till it's gone
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Yellow_Taxi
Text z: https://genius.com/Joni-mitchell-big-yellow-taxi-lyrics
They paved paradise
And they put up a parking lot
Hey farmer farmer
Put away that D.D.T. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
'Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
'Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
'Till it's gone
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot
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"War Pigs“ (1970, Black Sabbath, Vietnam)
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields, the bodies burning
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_Pigs
Text z: https://genius.com/Black-sabbath-war-pigs-lyrics
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord, yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor, yeah
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah!
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where their bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing, spreads his wings
Oh lord, yeah!
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"Machine Gun"(1970, Jimi Hendrix, Vietnam)
Machine gun
Tearing my body all apart
Machine gun
Tearing my body all apart
Evil man make me kill ya
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though we're only families apart
Well I pick up my axe and fight lik a bomber
(you know what I mean)
Hey and your bullets keep knocking me down
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Machine_Gun_(Jimi_Hendrix_song)
Text z: https://genius.com/Jimi-hendrix-machine-gun-lyrics
Hey I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber now
Yeah but you still blast me down to the ground
The same way you shoot me down baby
You'll be going just the same
Three times the pain
And your own self to blame
Hey machine gun
Oooooooooo
I ain't afraid of your mess no more, babe
I ain't afraid no more
After a while your your cheap talk don't evern cause
me pain
So let your bullets fly like rain
'cause I know all the time you're wrong baby
And you'll be goin' just the same
Yeah machine gun
Tearing my family apart
Yeah yeah alright
Tearing my family apart
Don't you shoot him down
He's about to leave here
Don't you shoot him down
He's got to stay here
He ain't going nowhere
He's been shot down to the ground
Oh where he can't survive no no
Yeah that's what we don't wanna hear any more,
alright
No bullets
At least here, huh huh
No guns, no bombs
Huh huh
No nothin', just let's all live and live
You know instead of killin'
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“Imagine”(1971, John Lennon, Vietnam)
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Text z: https://genius.com/John-lennon-imagine-lyrics
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace, you
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world, you
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one
"Vomit Express" (1971, Allen Ginsberg, Bob Dylan,
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proti homofóbii)
'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight
plane
I'm going down on the Vomit
Express
I'm going down with my
suitcase pain.
You can take an ancient vacation
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Obrázok + viac na:
https://dangerousminds.net/comments/allen_ginsberg_and_bob_dylans_song_for_the_gay_liberation
_movement
Text z: https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107858847970/
fly over Florida's deep-blue end
rise up out of this mad-house nation
I'm going down with my oldest tender friend
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain.
We know each other now twenty years,
seen murders, and we wept tears
Now we're gonna take ourselves a little bit of free
time
Wandering round the southern poverty clime
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain.
Start flyin' with all the poor, old, sick ladies
Everybody [in the plane] [drowded] and drunk, and
they're crazy
Flyin' home to die in the wobbly air
All night long, they wanted the cheapest fare.
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the old midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain.
When we're down on the air field, I've never been
there,
Except once walkin' around the air field in the
great, wet heat,
Walk out, smell that old mother-load of shit from the
tropics
Stomach growl [love], oh friends, beware.
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain.
Me and my friend, no we won't even drink,
And I won't eat meat, I won't fuck around
Gonna walk the streets alone, [cars] will blink and
wink
Taxi's, buses and US gas all around.
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain.
Start [read] poetry at the university, meet kids,
look at their breasts, touch their hands, kiss their
heads
seen from the heart, maybe the four buddhist normal
truths
"Existence is suffering", it ends when you're dead --
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain.
Go out, walk up on the mountain, see the green rain
imagine that forest, finds, get lost,
sit cross-legged and meditate on old love pain,
watch every old love turn to gold.
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain.
See raindrops and the jungle rainbow, dancin' men;
brown legs walk around on the mud road
far from US smog, war, again
Sit down, empty mind, vomit my holy load
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain.
Come back to earth, walk the streets in sharp
Smoke some grass and eat me some cock
kiss the mouth of the sweetest boy I can see
who shows me his white teeth and brown skin joy
I'm going down to Puerto Rico
I'm going down on the midnight plane
I'm going down on the Vomit Express
I'm going down with my suitcase pain.
"Plegaria a un labrador" (1971, Victor Jara,
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prezident Chile – Salvador Allende)
(anglický preklad)
Rise up and look at the mountain
from whence come wind, sun, and water.
You who drives the course of the river,
you who planted the flight of your soul.
Rise up and look at your hands,
to grow, hold it out to your brother.
Together we will go united in blood,
today is the time that can be tomorrow.
Free us from the one who rules us
in poverty.
Bring us your kingdom of justice
and equality.
Blow, like wind,
the flower of the ravine.
Clean, like fire,
the cannon of my rifle.
Your will be done, finally,
here on earth.
Give us your strength and your courage
to fight.
Blow, like wind,
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Text z: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/plegaria-un-labrador-prayer-farmer.html
the flower of the ravine.
Clean, like fire,
the cannon of my rifle.
Rise up and look at your hands,
to grow, hold it out to your brother.
Together we will go united in blood,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
"The Revolution Will Not Be Televised"(1971, Gil
Scott-Heron, reakcia na skladbu "When the Revolution
Comes" od skupiny bojujúcej za práva Afro-američanov
Last Poets, ktorá sa začína výrokom: "When the
revolution comes some of us will probably catch it
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on TV..." )
You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip
Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruption
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
Blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell
General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
Hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will be brought to you by the Schaefer
Award Theatre and
will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen or
Bullwinkle and Julia
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal
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Viac: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Revolution_Will_Not_Be_Televised
Text z:
https://genius.com/Gil-scott-heron-introduction-the-revolution-will-not-be-televised-small-talk-at-125th-and-l
enox-version-annotated
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
Thinner, because The revolution will not be
televised, Brother
There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays
Pushing that cart down the block on the dead run
Or trying to slide that color television into a
stolen ambulance
NBC will not predict the winner at 8:32or the count
from 29 districts
The revolution will not be televised
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers in the instant replay
There will be no pictures of young being
Run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will be no slow motion or still life of
Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a red, black
and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the right occasion
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and
Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned
relevant
and Women will not care if Dick finally gets down
with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day
The revolution will not be televised
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
News
and no pictures of hairy armed women Liberationists
and
Jackie Onassis blowing her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key
nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be right back after a message
About a whitetornado, white lightning, or white
people
You will not have to worry about a germ on your
Bedroom
a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet
bowl
The revolution will not go better with Coke
The revolution will not fight the germs that cause
bad breath
The revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat
The revolution will not be televised
WILL not be televised, WILL NOT BE TELEVISED
The revolution will be no re-run brothers
The revolution will be live
"Give Ireland Back to the Irish" (1972, Wings, "
Krvavá nedeľa"30. januára toho istého roku, keď
britské jednotky v Severnom Írsku zastrelili trinásť
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demonštrantov za občianske práva)
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don't make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today
Great Britain, you are tremendous
And nobody knows like me
But really, what are you doin'
In the land across the sea?
Tell me, how would you like it
If on your way to work
You were stopped by Irish soldiers?
Would you lie down, do nothing
Would you give in or go berserk?
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don't make them have to take it away
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Give_Ireland_Back_to_the_Irish
Text z: https://genius.com/Paul-mccartney-and-wings-give-ireland-back-to-the-irish-live-lyrics
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today
Great Britain and all the people
Say that all people must be free
And meanwhile back in Ireland
There's a man who looks like me
And he dreams of god and country
And he's feeling really bad
And he's sitting in a prison
Say, should he lie down, do nothing
Should give in or go mad?
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don't make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don't make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today (yeah, yeah)
"Get Up, Stand Up"(1973, Bob Marley, The Wailers,
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chudobné životné podmienky Haitanov)
[Intro: The Wailers]
Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right
Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right
Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right
Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight
[Verse 1: Bob Marley]
Preacher man don't tell me heaven is under the earth
I know you don't know what life is really worth
Is not all that glitters in gold and
Half the story has never been told
So now you see the light, aay
Stand up for your right. Come on
[Chorus: The Wailers and Bob Marley]
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Get_Up,_Stand_Up
Text z: https://genius.com/Bob-marley-and-the-wailers-get-up-stand-up-lyrics
Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right
Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight
Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right
Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight
[Verse 2: Bob Marley]
Most people think great God will come from the sky
Take away everything, and make everybody feel high
But if you know what life is worth
You would look for yours on earth
And now you see the light
You stand up for your right, yeah
[Chorus: The Wailers]
Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right
Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight
[Bridge: The Wailers and Bridge]
Get Up, Stand Up. Life is your right
So we can't give up the fight
Stand up for your right, Lord, Lord
Get Up, Stand Up. Keep on struggling on
Don't give up the fight
[Verse 3: Peter Tosh]
We're sick and tired of your ism and schism game
Die and go to heaven in Jesus' name, Lord
We know and we understand
Almighty God is a living man
You can fool some people sometimes
But you can't fool all the people all the time
So now we see the light
(What you gonna do?)
We going to stand up for our right
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So you'd better...
[Chorus: The Wailers]
Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right
Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight
Get Up, Stand Up, stand up for your right
Get Up, Stand Up, don't give up the fight
"Damn the Dam" (1973, John Hanlon, enviromentálna
kampaň pre záchranu jazier Manapouri a Te Anau na
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Novom Zélande)
Leaf falls to kiss the image of a mountain
the early morning mist has ceased to play
Birds dancing lightly on the branches by a fountain
Of a waterfall which dazzles with its spray
Tall and strong and aged, contented and serene
The kauri tree surveys this grand domain
For miles and miles around him, a sea of rolling
green
Tomorrow all this beauty won't remain
Damn the dam cried the fantail,
As he flew into as he flew into the sky,
To give power to the people
All this beauty has to die
Rain falls from above and splashes on the ground
Goes running down the mountain to the sea
And leaping over pebbles makes such a joyful sound
Such is Mother Nature's gift to me
I have grave reflection, reflection of a grave
Trees that once lived green now dead and brown
The homes of tiny animals and little birds as well
For the sake of man's progression have been drowned
Damn the dam cried the fantail,
As he flew into as he flew into the sky,
To give power to the people
All this beauty has to die
Damn the dam cried the fantail,
As he flew into as he flew into the sky,
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Hanlon_(singer)
Text z: https://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/john-hanlon/damn-the-dam-chords-1712118
Damn the dam cried the fantail,
As he flew into as he flew into the sky,
To give power to the people
All this beauty has to die
"E Depois do Adeus" (1974, Paulo de Carvalho,
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Klinčeková revolúcia)
70
(anglický preklad)
I wanted to know who I was,
what I’m doing here
Who has abandoned me,
whom I forgot
I asked myself,
I wanted to know about us
But the sea
doesn’t bring me
your voice
In silence, my love,
in sadness at last
I feel you like a flower,
I feel you hurting me
I remember you,
leaving is dying
Like loving
is winning
and losing
You came as a flower
that I have picked
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Viac na:
https://books.google.sk/books?id=5zQrDwAAQBAJ&pg=PA5&lpg=PA5&dq=e+depois+do+adeus+protest&sour
ce=bl&ots=u87b8VAXz-&sig=ACfU3U1QTJlPwg-HyJvg1DDA1noKRtOAaw&hl=sk&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi00PWfv_
HnAhUYThUIHZA4BHkQ6AEwAnoECAcQAQ#v=onepage&q=e%20depois%20do%20adeus%20protest&f=false,
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E_Depois_do_Adeus
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Preklad prevzatý z: https://lyricstranslate.com
You gave me your love,
I gave you nothing
In your body, my love,
I fell asleep
I’ve died in it a
nd after dying
I was reborn
And after love,
and after us
Saying goodbye,
staying alone
Your empty place,
your absence in me
Your peace
that I lost,
my sorrow
that I gained
Again you came as a flower
that I picked
And after love,
and after us
Saying goodbye,
staying alone
"There Is a War"(1974, Leonard Cohen,po zážitku z
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Jomkipurskej vojny)
There is a war between the rich and poor,
A war between the man and the woman.
There is a war between the ones who say there is a
war
And the ones who say there isn't.
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Text z: https://genius.com/Leonard-cohen-there-is-a-war-lyrics
Why don't you come on back to the war, that's right,
get in it,
Why don't you come on back to the war, it's just
beginning.
Well I live here with a woman and a child,
The situation makes me kind of nervous.
Yes, I rise up from her arms, she says "I guess you
call this love"
I call it service.
Why don't you come on back to the war, don't be a
tourist,
Why don't you come on back to the war, before it
hurts us,
Why don't you come on back to the war, let's all get
nervous.
You cannot stand what I've become,
You much prefer the gentleman I was before.
I was so easy to defeat, I was so easy to control,
I didn't even know there was a war.
Why don't you come on back to the war, don't be
embarrassed,
Why don't you come on back to the war, you can still
get married.
There is a war between the rich and poor,
A war between the man and the woman.
There is a war between the left and right,
A war between the black and white,
A war between the odd and the even.
Why don't you come on back to the war, pick up your
tiny burden,
Why don't you come on back to the war, let's all get
even,
Why don't you come on back to the war, can't you hear
me speaking?
"Hurricane" (1975, Bob Dylan, prípad Rubina
72
"Hurikána" Cartera)
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Obrázok, viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_(Bob_Dylan_song)
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom
night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper
hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of
blood
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around
mysteriously
"I didn't do it, " he says, and he throws up his
hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you
understand
I saw them leavin', " he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights
flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin'
around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the
street
'Less you want to draw the heat
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the
cops
Text z: https://genius.com/Bob-dylan-hurricane-lyrics
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin'
around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like
middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state
plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the
guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery
game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin'
for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw
runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to
your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a
nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the
slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary
bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed
Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder "one, " guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a
land
Where justice is a game
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
"God Save the Queen" (1977, Sex Pistols, spomína
fašistický režim a Anglicko bez budúcnosti ,
strieborné jubileum Alžbety II. na
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anglickom tróne)
God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
A potential H bomb
God save the queen
She's not a human being
and There's no future
And England's dreaming
Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future
No future
No future for you
God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves
God save the queen
'Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems
Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid
Oh when there's no future
How can there be sin
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God_Save_the_Queen_(Sex_Pistols_song)
Text a obrázok z: https://genius.com/Sex-pistols-god-save-the-queen-lyrics
We're the flowers
In the dustbin
We're the poison
In your human machine
We're the future
Your future
God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves
God save the queen
We mean it man
There's no future
In England's dreaming God save the queen
No future
No future
No future for you
No future
No future
No future for me
No future
No future
No future for you
"Magické noci" (1977, Plastic People of the Universe)
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Magické noci počal čas
Kocha snad z toho vezme ďas
Magické noci počal čas
My žijeme v Praze to je tam
kde se jednou zjeví Duch sám
My žijeme v Praze to je tam
Magické noci počal čas
Kocha snad z toho vezme ďas
Magické noci počal čas
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Text z:
https://www.karaoketexty.cz/texty-pisni/plastic-people-of-the-universe-the/magicke-noci-188120
My žijeme v Praze to je tam
kde se jednou zjeví Duch sám
My žijeme v Praze to je tam
"Soweto Blues"(1977, Miriam Makeba, Povstanie v
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Soweto)
The children got a letter from the master
It said: no more Xhosa, Sotho, no more Zulu.
Refusing to comply they sent an answer
That's when the policemen came to the rescue
Children were flying bullets dying
The mothers screaming and crying
The fathers were working in the cities
The evening news brought out all the publicity:
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Benikuphi ma madoda (where were the men)
Abantwana beshaywa (when the children were throwing
stones)
Ngezimbokodo Mabedubula abantwana (when the children
were being shot)
Benikhupi na (where were you?)
There was a full moon on the golden city
Looking at the door was the man without pity
Accusing everyone of conspiracy
Tightening the curfew charging people with walking
Yes, the border is where he was awaiting
Waiting for the children, frightened and running
A handful got away but all the others
Hurried their chain without any publicity
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soweto_Blues
Text z: https://genius.com/Miriam-makeba-soweto-blues-lyrics
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Mabedubula abantwana (when the children were being
shot) Benikhupi na (where were you?)
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues - abu yethu a mama
Soweto blues - they are killing all the children
Soweto blues - without any publicity
Soweto blues - oh, they are finishing the nation
Soweto blues - while calling it black on black
Soweto blues - but everybody knows they are behind it
Soweto Blues - without any publicity
Soweto blues - they are finishing the nation
Soweto blues - god, somebody, help!
Soweto blues - (abu yethu a mama)
Soweto blues
"Mury" (1978, Jacek Kaczmarski, proti totalitnému
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komunistickému režimu aj opozícií)
(anglický preklad)
He was inspired and young, no one would count them
He lent them strength with his song, he sung that it
was almost dawning.
They lit thousands candles for him, smoke was rising
over their heads,
Singing it would be high time, that the wall should
fall...
They sang together with him:
Pull the teeth of bars from the walls!
Tear off the chains, break the whip!
And the walls will fall, will fall, will fall
And will bury the old world!
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Preklad prevzatý z: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/mury-walls.html
Soon they knew the song by heart and just the melody
without the words
Carried the old meaning, shivers through hearts and
heads.
So they sung, clapped to the rhythm, their applause
sounding like gunshots,
And the chain was a burden, the dawn was dawdling...
And he still sung and played:
Pull the teeth of bars from the walls!
Tear off the chains, break the whip!
And the walls will fall, will fall, will fall
And will bury the old world!
And they saw their numbers, they felt their strength
and the time,
And singing that the dawn is near, they marched into
the streets;
They destroyed monuments and uprooted pavements —
This one is with us! This one is against us!
Who's alone is our worst enemy!
And the singer was also alone.
He looked at the steady march of the crowds,
Silent he listened to the thunder of their steps,
And the walls grew, grew, grew
The chain dangled at the feet...
He looks at the steady march of the crowds,
Silent he listens to the thunder of their steps,
And the walls are growing, growing, growing
The chain dangles at the feet...
"Another Brick in the Wall" part 2 (1979, Pink Floyd,
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zastaralé praktiky v školstve)
We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Another_Brick_in_the_Wall
Text z: http://www.pink-floyd-lyrics.com/html/another-brick-in-the-wall-lyrics.html
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any
pudding. How can you
have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still
laddy!"
"Hum Dekhenge" (1979, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, proti režimu
Muhammada Zia-ul-Haqa, dôležitosť nadobudla
v protestoch proti Pervezovi Musharrafovi na
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začiatku 21. storočia)
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(anglický preklad)
We shall Witness
It is certain that we too, shall witness
the day that has been promised
of which has been written on the slate of eternity
When the enormous mountains of tyranny
blow away like cotton.
Under our feet- the feet of the oppressedwhen
the earth will pulsate deafeningly
and on the heads of our rulers
when lightning will strike.
From the abode of God
When icons of falsehood will be taken out,
When we- the faithful- who have been barred out of
sacred places
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hum_Dekhenge
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Preklad prevzatý z: https://ghazala.wordpress.com/2008/01/08/hum-dekhenge/
will be seated on high cushions
When the crowns will be tossed,
When the thrones will be brought down.
Only The name will survive
Who cannot be seen but is also present
Who is the spectacle and the beholder, both
I am the Truth- the cry will rise,
Which is I, as well as you
And then God’s creation will rule
Which is I, as well as you
We shall Witness
It is certain that we too, shall witnes
"Redemption Song" (1980, Bob Marley, text inšpirovaný
prejavom panafrického rečníka Marcusa Garveya s
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názvom "The Work That Has Been Done")
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pits
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery
None but our self can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redemption_Song
Text a obrázok z: https://genius.com/Bob-marley-and-the-wailers-redemption-song-lyrics
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill di book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever had
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our mind
Oh, have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall dey kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill di book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever had
Redemption songs
All I ever had
Redemption songs
These songs of freedom
Songs of freedom
"There Is No Depression In New Zealand" (1981, Blam
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Blam Blam, Muldoonova vláda, nezamestnanosť)
There is no depression in New Zealand
There are no sheep on our farms
There is no depression in New Zealand
We can all keep perfectly calm
But everybody's talking about World War Three
'Cause everybody's talking about World War Three
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Viac na: https://nzhistory.govt.nz/media/photo/no-depression-in-new-zealand
Text z: https://genius.com/Blam-blam-blam-there-is-no-depression-in-new-zealand-lyrics
But we're as safe as safe can be
There's no unrest in this country
We have no dole queues
We have no drug addicts
We have no racism
We have no sexism
Sexism, no, no
There is no depression in New Zealand
There are no teeth in our heads
There is no depression in New Zealand
We sleep in a well made bed
Oh, but everybody's talking about World War Three
Yes, everybody's talking about World War Three
But we're as safe as safe can be
There's no unrest in this country
We have no SIS
We have no secrets
We have no rebellion
We have no Valium
Valium, no, no
There is no depression in New Zealand
There are no sheep on our farms
There is no depression in New Zealand
We can all keep perfectly calm
Perfectly calm
Perfectly calm
Perfectly calm
Perfectly calm
"Vyletel vták" (1981, Milan Lasica, Július
Satinský a Jaroslav Filip, predrevolučné pocity
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v komunistickom Česko-Slovensku)
Vyletel vták hore nad oblaky
a ja pod ním stojím ako taký
ako taký úbožiak
malý vtáčik nad oblakmi krúži
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Text z: https://hudba.zoznam.sk/milan-lasica/piesen/vyletel-vtak/
a ja za ním poberať sa túžim
chcel by som byť ako vták
ako vták si nad oblakmi lietať
a uletieť do šíreho sveta
to by som chcel neviem jak.
lietať neviem lebo nemám krídel
vták bez krídel kto to kedy videl
Bože či som úbožiak.
Márnu nádej stále chovám v duchu
raz sa možno udržím vo vzduchu
potom budem lietať.
Potom budem lietať
potom budem lietať
ako vták
ako vták
Ako vták
"Born in the U.S.A."(1984, Bruce Springsteen,
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americkí veteráni z Vietnamu)
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A
I was born in the U.S.A
I was born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A
I was born in the U.S.A
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Born_in_the_U.S.A._(song)
Text z: https://genius.com/Bruce-springsteen-born-in-the-usa-lyrics
I was born in the U.S.A
I was born in the U.S.A
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said "son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "son, don't you understand"
I had a brother at Khe Sanh fighting off the Viet
Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A
I was born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
Born in the U.S.A
I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A
"Bring Him Back Home (Nelson Mandela)" (1986, Hugh
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Masekela, proti politike apartheidu)
Bring Back Nelson Mandela.
Bring him back all to
Soweto.
I wont to see him walking
down the street in South Africa - Tomorrow.
Bring Back Nelson Mandela.
Bring him back all to
Soweto.
I wont to see him walking down the street
with Winnie Mandela.
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bring_Him_Back_Home_(Nelson_Mandela)
Text z: https://www.metrolyrics.com/mandela-bring-him-back-home-lyrics-hugh-masekela.html
"Beds Are Burning" (1987, Midnight Oil, ničenie
85
životného prostredia)
Out where the river broke
The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty-five degrees
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, let's give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent now, to pay our share
Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From Kintore, east to Yuendemu
The Western Desert lives and breathes
In forty-five degrees
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, let's give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent now, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, we're gonna give it back
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beds_Are_Burning
Text z: https://genius.com/Midnight-oil-beds-are-burning-lyrics
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
"Lost Woman Song" (1990, Ani Difranco, interrupčné
86
právo)
I opened a bank account when I was nine years old
I closed it when I was eighteen
I gave them every penny that I'd saved and they gave
my blood and my urine a number
And now I'm sitting in this waiting room playing with
the toys
And I am here to exercise my freedom of choice
I passed their handheld signs
I went through their picket lines
They gathered when they saw me coming
They shouted when they saw me cross
I said, "why don't you go home?
Just leave me alone
I'm just another woman lost
You are like fish in the water who don't know that
they are wet
But as far as I can tell the world isn't perfect yet"
And his bored eyes were obscene
On his denim thighs a magazine
I wish he'd never come here with me
In fact I wish he'd never come near me
I wish his shoulder wasn't touching mine
I am growing older waiting in this line
But some of life's best lessons are learned at the
worst times
And under the fierce fluorescent she offered her hand
for me to hold
She offered stability and calm and I was crushing her
palm
Through the pinch-pull wincing
My smile unconvincing
On that sterile battlefield that sees only casualties
Never heroes
My heart hit absolute zero
And lucille, your voice still sounds in me
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https://genius.com/Midnight-oil-beds-are-burning-lyrics
Yeah mine was a relatively easy tragedy
The profile of our country looks a little less
hard-nosed
But you know that picket line persisted and that
clinic's since been closed
They keep pounding their fists on reality hoping it
will break
But you know I don't think there's one of them that
leads a life free of mistakes
Yes I'm not going to sacrifice my freedom of choice
No you can't make me sacrifice my freedom of choice
No you can't make us sacrifice our freedom of choice
"Sľúbili sme si lásku"(1989, Ivan Hoffman, Nežná
87
revolúcia)
Videli sme tých, ktorí vystierali ruky,
mali ich prázdne a ešte bola tma,
po našich uliciach odvtedy prešli veky,
zobudili sme sa zo zlého sna.
Sľúbili sme si lásku, sľúbili vravieť pravdu len,
sľúbili sme si vydržať, sľúbili sme si nový deň.
Tí mladí za nás vystreli prázdne ruky,
za nás boli bití, za naše mlčanie,
po našich uliciach odvtedy prešli veky
a zaznelo zlému posledné zvonenie.
Sľúbili sme si lásku, sľúbili vravieť pravdu len,
sľúbili sme si vydržať, sľúbili sme si nový deň.
Vystrime s nimi všetci prázdne ruky,
a bude v nich naša budúcnosť,
na našich uliciach podajme si ruky,
neviery a strachu už ozaj bolo dosť.
Sľúbili sme si lásku, sľúbili vravieť pravdu len,
sľúbili sme si vydržať, sľúbili sme si nový deň
"Monkey Gone to Heaven" (1989, Pixies, ničenie
88
životného prostredia)
87
Viac na: https://sk.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C4%BE%C3%BAbili_sme_si_l%C3%A1sku
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monkey_Gone_to_Heaven
There was a guy
An under water guy who controlled the sea
Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge
From New York and New Jersey
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
The creature in the sky
Got sucked in a hole
Now there's a hole in the sky
And the ground's not cold
And if the ground's not cold
Everything is gonna burn
We'll all take turns, I'll get mine too
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
Rock me Jo
If man is five, if man is five, if man is five
Then the devil is six, then the devil is six
The devil is six, the devil is six and if the devil
is six
Then God is seven , then God is seven, the God is
seven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
This monkey's gone to Heaven
Text z: https://genius.com/Pixies-monkey-gone-to-heaven-lyrics
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"Pravda víťazí"(1989, Tublatanka, Nežná revolúcia)
Pravda víťazí!
Svet je smutne skutočný!
Prázdni ľudia chcú v ňom vládnuť,
Smejú sa nám do očí,
Žiadna pravda sa im nehodí.
Na dušu mu siahujú
Keď sa proti tomu bráni,
Nôž mu na krk dávajú -
Žiadna pravda sa im nehodí!
Aj tak ju nikdy nezabijú,
Tá nikdy nezomrie!
Žije aj keď ju práve nechcú,
A nikto pred ňou neutečie.
Pravda víťazí,
Pravde čas nevadí
Ani lesk všemocných
Peňazí;
Pravda víťazí,
Ak u sám nezradíš.
Pravda vždy zvíťazí,
Zvíťazí!
Topia pravdu vo víne,
A celý svet iba čaká
Že ich doba pominie:
Nikomu sa pravda nehodí!
Aj tak ju nikdy nezabijú,
Tá nikdy nezomrie!
Žije aj keď ju práve nechcú,
A nikto pred ňou neutečie.
Refrén
Pravda víťazí,
Pravde čas nevadí
Ani lesk všemocných
Peňazí;
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Text z: https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Tublatanka/Pravda-v%C3%AD%C5%A5az%C3%AD
Pravda víťazí,
Ak u sám nezradíš.
Pravda vždy zvíťazí,
Zvíťazí!
Pravda víťazí,
Pravde čas nevadí,
Pravda vždy zvíťazí,
Zvíťazí!
90
"Treaty"(1991, Yothu Yindi, Aborigénci)
Well I heard it on the radio
And I saw it on the television
Back in 1988
All those talking politicians
Words are easy, words are cheap
Much cheaper than our priceless land
But promises can disappear
Just like writing in the sand
Treaty Yeh Treaty Now
Treaty Yeh Treaty Now
Nhima Djatpangarri nhima walangwalang -
Nhe Djatpayatpa nhima gaya nhe-
Matjini.... Yakarray - nhe Djat'pa nhe walang -
Gumurrtijararrk Gutjuk -
This land was never given up
This land was never bought and sold
The planting of the Union Jack
Never changed our law at all
Now two rivers run their course
Separated for so long
I'm dreaming of a brighter day
When the waters will be one
Treaty Yeh Treaty Now Treaty Yeh Treaty Now
Treaty Yeh Treaty Now Treaty Yeh Traty Now
90
Obrázok,viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treaty_(song)
Text z: https://genius.com/Yothu-yindi-treaty-lyrics
Nhima djatpa nhe walang
gumurrtjararrk yawirriny Nhe gaya nhe matjini
Gaya nhe matjini Gaya gaya nhe gaya nhe
Matjini walangwalang Nhema djatpa nhe walang - Nhe
gumurrtjarrk nhe ya-
Promises - Disappear - Priceless land - Destiny -
Well I heard it on the Radio - And I saw it on the
Television
But promises can be broken Just like writing in the
sand
Treaty Yeh
Treaty Now ....
"Zombie" (1994, The Cranberries, bombardovanie IRA
91
vo Warringtone)
Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence, caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me
It's not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are crying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du
Another mother's breaking
Heart is taking over
91
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zombie_(song)
Text z: https://genius.com/The-cranberries-zombie-lyrics
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
ie-ie oh
"Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24"(1996,
Savatage,Trans-Siberian Orchestra, vojnou zničené
92
Sarajevo)
(inštrumentálna pieseň –skladba popisuje osamelého
violončelistu (Vedran Smailović), ktorý hrá zabudnutú
vianočnú koledu vo vojnou zničenom Sarajeve)
"Animal Kingdom" (1998, Rhonda Smith & Prince, etické
93
zaobchádzanie so zvieratami, vegánstvo)
I saw a friend of mine 2day
In an ad sayin' what would do my body good
I told him he was wasting time I say
If God wanted milk in me
The breast I suck would have a line around the hood
No member of the animal kingdom nurses past maturity
No member of the animal kingdom ever did a thing 2 me
It's why I don't eat red meat or white fish
Don't give me no blue cheese
We're all members of the animal kingdom
Leave your brothers and sisters in the sea
Animal, animal kingdom
92
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_Eve/Sarajevo_12/24
93
Text z: https://www.lyricfind.com/
Who told us we should eat the swine?
U can bet your final money it damn sure wasn't no
friend of mine
What about the clams on the shore?
Souls in progress, here come the fisherman - soul no
more
No member of the animal kingdom nurses past maturity
(Nurses past, oh yeah)
No member of the animal kingdom ever did a thing 2 me
(Ever did a damn thing)
So I don't eat no red meat or white fish
Or funky, funky blue cheese
We're all members of the animal kingdom
Leave your brothers and sisters in the sea
Animal, animal kingdom
"Mathematics"(1999, Mos Def, degradujúce štatistiky
94
o Afro-američanoch v USA)
Bucka-bucka-bucka-bucka-bucka-bucka, haha!
You know the deal: it's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negroes and
Latinos
And even the gringos
Yo, check it
1 for Charlie Hustle, 2 for Steady Rock
3 for the forthcoming live future shock
It's 5 dimensions, 6 senses
7 firmaments of heaven and hell, 8 million stories to
tell
9 planets faithfully keep in orbit with the probable
10th
The universe expands length
The body of my text possess extra strength
Power-lift the powerless up out of this towering
inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
94
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mathematics_(Mos_Def_song)
Text z: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/mosdef/mathematics.html
Hip-Hop passed all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide project-prison-industry complex
Working-class poor: better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
For ch-ching, cats get the "cha-pow!" You dead now
Killing fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It's a numbers game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got 16 to 32 bars to rock it
But only 15% of profits ever see my pockets like
69 billion in the last 20 years
Spent on national defense but folks still live in
fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is
one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
16 ounces to a pound, 20 more to a ki
A 5-minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
So they can hear everything that you say when you
ain't home
I guess Michael Jackson was right: you are not alone
Rock your hardhat, black, cause you in the Terrordome
Full of hard niggas, large niggas, dice-tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facing life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in
PlayStation
This New Math is whipping motherfuckers' ass
You want to know how to rhyme you better learn how to
add
It's mathematics
[Chorus: scratched by DJ Premier:]
"The Mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out"
"I revolve around science.."
"What are we talking about here?"
"The Mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out"
"I revolve around science.."
"What are we talking about here?"
"Do your math, do your math"
"1, 2, 3, 4"
"What are we talking about here?"
[Mos Def:]
Yo, it's 1 universal law but 2 sides to every story
3 strikes and you biddin' for life, mandatory
4 MCs murdered in the last 4 years
I ain't trying to be the 5th when the millennium is
here
Yo it's 6 million ways to die, from the 7 deadly
thrills
8-year-olds getting found with 9mils
It's 10 PM, where your seeds at? What's the deal?
He on the hill pumping krills to keep they bellies
filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the
pretty shit in life
Young soldiers trying to earn their next stripe
When the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you've got to find a new grind to
get cream
The white unemployment rate is nearly more than
triple for black
Some front-liners got their gun in your back
Bubbling crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat
poverty
And end up in the global jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still living
Join the other 5 million under state supervision
This is business: no faces, just lines and statistics
From your phone, your Zip Code to SSI digits
The system break man, child, and women into figures
2 columns for "who is" and "who ain't niggas"
Numbers is hard and real and they never have feelings
But you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back?
Here's the secret
The million other straws underneath it
It's all mathematics (math)
"The Mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out"
"I revolve around science.."
"What are we talking about here?"
"The Mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out"
"I revolve around science.."
"What are we talking about here?"
"Do your math, do your math"
"1, 2, 3, 4"
"What are we talking about here?"
(Mathematics, mathematics, mathematics...)
"Idioteque"(2000, Radiohead, paranoja dosahov
technológie – jadrový holokaust a globálne
95
otepľovanie)
Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
Women and children first
And the children first
And the children
I'll laugh until my head comes off
I'll swallow till I burst
Until I burst
Until I
Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
I have seen too much
I haven't seen enough
You haven't seen it
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first
95
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idioteque
Text z: https://genius.com/Radiohead-idioteque-lyrics
And children first
And children
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both
Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Throw it in the fire
Throw it in the fire
Throw it on the
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening
Mobiles squerking
Mobiles chirping
Take the money run
Take the money run
Take the money
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
Here I'm alive
Everything all of the time
The first of the
"911"(2001, Gorillaz a D12, Útoky z 11. septembra
96
2001)
There ain't no trouble in rock (rock)
On every block (block)
Late for School, Late for Work
But ahead of these cops (cops)
My credit is shock, in the detinate box (box)
Like, people take my life and that's pathetic as
Pac's (Pac's)
A waste of the talent, Say my boys is just no where
Placed on the planet, remain in poisonous warfare
Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air
Shit arrogant apparent to punish people by their
heritage,
Nato barriers, Hate embarrassed
There is the faith to cherish
In your room face to face with race awareness
A race to us?? army bombin' your God is with you
Calm the war, we gotta start our pistol
Cause if you right and, know you right, then where's
your ritious ways
We sacrifice, snatch your life, many nights and days
Follow me into equality we might behave
And only christ can say the trife will reunite again
America Owns, Without a fucking care in my dome
Bearin' my bones, so far away staring at home
Stay at my zone, falling asleep late with my chrome
Feelin' hype from these rockets burning like
straightenin' in the cones
Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans to beef
Spray at your peeps for christmas, give a key to my
niece
Real nigga's feel us and fear us
Gorillaz beat on they chest when
Dangerous lyricist, I hope that you hear us
The spirit of Bugz is still in me
God bless it the trinity
Cause my bullets they come in three's like trilogy's
96
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/911_(Gorillaz_and_D12_song)
Text z: https://genius.com/Gorillaz-and-d12-911-lyrics
Put the knife away, missles away strike and blaze
So much smoke you can't tell the difference between
night and day
Right away blow your life away, so light your haze
Hold tight grenede's so when it blows I'm slightly
grazed
Kuniva might be crazed unleashin' unlikely rage
The next time you hear a verse from me I might be
caged
Ahiya
Ahayayayayay
Ahiya
Ahiya
Everynight I talk to a black hawk, taking herion in
bulks
Watch my body hit the chalks
I'm too lazy, masculines got me crazy
Rape this old lady, while the bitch was having a baby
And I ain't never going home, Bizarre can for go
It's cold I'll be for cyphering, right from wrong
As I sit in my seat and remain calm
And close my eyes and wait for the bomb (Here it
comes!)
I'm gettin' the fuck on, I'm aggrivated
I know I'll make it, I'm in a place full of hatred
Treatin' my life like a sacrred
Try to check me, I break your neck
Disrespect me you get injected
It's hectic with some bullshit that happen
You least expected
We just don't accept it nigga
I go ahead, lift my trigger
Get rid of bitches, pay you a visit, then get your
shit lit
I'm a nitwit with a big dick, and big balls
I don't miss shit
I hit all, whoever that did this
We Gonna Getch'all
Yo, yo
Now whether its Sadam or Bin Laden
that's been startin all this trouble for us
Creepin horrors doin show after show, sleepin on the
tour bus
We lost Aaliyah, lost our families, it takes no
Tenges
You don't need us to say the world is fucked up
dawgs, we can see it
Now it seems the public needs this shit to calm its
kids
'cause they findin out how you lied about your
twisted sins
They say we bad for you but shit our music is your
friend
They can't deter you from the truth cause we're the
helping hand
We are one, and one is all
We are, We are, we are one
And one is all
97
"Final Straw"(2003, R.E.M., Vojna v Iraku)
As I raise my head to broadcast my objection
As your latest triumph draws the final straw
Who died and lifted you up to perfection?
And what silenced me is written into law
I can't believe where circumstance has thrown me
And I turn my head away
If I look I'm not sure that I could face you
Not again, not today, not today
If hatred makes a play on me tomorrow
And forgiveness takes a back seat to revenge
There's a hurt down deep that has not been corrected
There's a voice in me that says you will not win
And if I ignore the voice inside
Raise a half glass to my home
97
Text z: https://genius.com/Rem-final-straw-lyrics
But it's there that I am most afraid
And forgetting doesn't hold
It doesn't hold
Now I don't believe and I never did
That two wrongs make a right
If the world were filled with the likes of you
Then I'm putting up a fight
Putting up a fight
Putting up a fight
Make it right
Make it right
Now love cannot be called into question
Forgiveness is the only hope I hold
And love, love will be my strongest weapon
I do believe that I am not alone
For this fear will not destroy me
And the tears that have been shed
It's knowing now where I am weakest
And the voice in my head
In my head
Then I raise my voice up higher
And I look you in the eye
And I offer love with one condition
With conviction, tell me why
Tell me why
Tell me why
Look me in the eye
Tell me why
98
"Mosh"(2004, Eminem, George W. Bush)
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States
of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God
Indivisible?
It feels so good to be back
98
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mosh_(song)
Text z: https://genius.com/Eminem-mosh-lyrics
I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight through the
mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight, you take it as I'm a whip someone's
ass
If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task
And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft
Slash entrepreneur who has held onto few more rap
acts
Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the
last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to
proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through
the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we
gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c'mon)
All the people up top on the side and the middle
Come together lets all form and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build from the front to the
back
All you can see is a sea of people some white and
some black
Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered
together
To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the
weather
If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better
They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now
more than ever
They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say
go
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em
know
Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring
our troops home (c'mon)
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to
proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through
the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we
gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c'mon)
Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's tryna tell us something,
Maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible
For this monster, this coward,
That we have empowered
This is bin Laden, look at his head noddin'
How could we allow something like this without
pumping our fists
Now this is our final hour
Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six
Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al-Queda through my speech
Let the president answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with an Ak-forty seven, let him go, fight
his own war
Let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to
fight on our own soil
No more psychological warfare, to trick us to
thinking that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing
a hero
Look in his eyes its all lies
The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed
out and wiped
And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you know why,
'Cause I told you to fight.
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to
proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through
the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we
gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c'mon)
And as we proceed,
To Mosh through this desert storm,
In these closing statements, if they should argue
Let us beg to differ
As we set aside our differences
And assemble our own army
To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction
That we call our President, for the present
And Mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr. President, Mr. Senator?
Do you guy's hear us? hear us? (Hailie)
"When the President Talks to God" (2005, Bright Eyes,
99
George W. Bush)
When the President talks to God,
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to to rape our women's rights?
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike?
When the President talks to God?
When the President talks to God,
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute on down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind?
When the President talks to God?
When the President talks to God,
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed?
When the President talks to God?
When the President talks to God,
I wonder which one plays the better cop?
"We should find some jobs the ghetto's broke",
"No they're lazy George I say we don't,
Just give em' more liquor stores and dirty coke",
That's what God recommends.
When the President talks to God,
Do they drink near beer and go play golf?
While they pick which countries to invade,
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess God just calls a spade a spade,
When the President talks to God?
When the President talks to God,
Does he ever think that maybe He's not?
That that voice is just inside his head?
When he kneels next to the Presidential bed,
99
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/When_the_President_Talks_to_God
Text z: https://genius.com/Bright-eyes-when-the-president-talks-to-god-lyrics
Does he ever smell his own bullshit?
When the President talks to God?
I doubt it.
"Road to Joy"(2005, Bright Eyes, nespravodlivosti
100
sveta/vesmíru)
The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleeping in their beds
The city's cemeteries humming
I'm wide awake, it's morning
I have my drugs, I have my woman
They keep away my loneliness
My parents they have their religion
But sleep in separate houses
I read the body count out of the paper
And now its written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place
So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Everyday I'm on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But can't keep up with what I got
So I hope I don't sound too ungrateful
What history gave modern man
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens
So when you're asked to fight a war that's over
nothing
It's best to join the side that's gonna win
And no one knows how all of this started
But we're gonna make them certain how it's gonna end
Oh yeah we will
Well I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else's voice
100
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Road_to_Joy
Text z: https://genius.com/Bright-eyes-road-to-joy-lyrics
But failure's always sounded better
Let's fuck it up boys, make some noise
The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleeping in their beds
The city's cemeteries humming
I'm wide awake, it's morning
"Holiday" (2005, Green Day, americký konzervatizmus,
101
George W. Bush)
Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (hey!)
A shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howlin' out of key
To a hymn called faith and misery (hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (hey!)
A gag, A plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
"The representative from California has the floor"
Sieg Heil to the president gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
101
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holiday_(Green_Day_song)
Text z: https://genius.com/Green-day-holiday-lyrics
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause
Just cause
Because we're outlaws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on Holiday
"The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song (With All Your Power)"
(2006, The Flaming Lips, George W.
102
Bush)
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
If you could blow up the world with the flick of a
switch
Would you do it?
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
If you could make everybody poor just so you could be
rich
Would you do it?
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
If you could watch everybody work while you just lay
on your back
Would you do it?
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
If you could take all the love without giving any
back
102
Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Yeah_Yeah_Yeah_Song_(With_All_Your_Power)
Text z: https://genius.com/The-flaming-lips-the-yeah-yeah-yeah-song-with-all-your-power-lyrics
Would you do it?
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
And so we cannot know ourselves or what we'd really
do
With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?
With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?
If you could make your own money and then give it to
everybody
Would you do it?
No no no no no no no no no
If you knew all the answers and could give it to the
masses
Would you do it?
No, no, no, no, no, no, are you crazy?
It's a very dangerous thing to do exactly what you
want
Because you cannot know yourself or what you'd really
do
With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ah (ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
Ah (ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
Ah (Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
Ah (ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?
With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?
With all your power
With all your power
With all your power
What would you do?
"Let's Impeach the President" (2006, Neil Young,
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George W. Bush)
Let's impeach the President for lying
And misleading our country into war
Abusing all the power that we gave him
And shipping all our money out the door
Who's the man who hired all the criminals
The White House shadows who hide behind closed doors
They bend the facts to fit with their new stories
Of why we have to send our men to war
Let's impeach the President for spying
On citizens inside their own homes
Breaking every law in the country
By tapping our computers and telephones
What if Al Qaeda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way
Sheltered by our government's protection
Or was someone just not home that day?
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Let%27s_Impeach_the_President
Text z: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/neilyoung/letsimpeachthepresident.html
Flip - Flop
Flip - Flop
Flip - Flop
Flip - Flop
Let's impeach the president for hijacking
Our religion and using it to get elected
Dividing our country into colors
And still leaving black people neglected
Thank god he's cracking down on steroids
Since he sold his old baseball team
There's lots of people looking at big trouble
But of course our president is clean.
Thank God
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“Ezay” (2012, Mohamed Mounir, Egyptská revolúcia)
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(anglický preklad)
How can you accept for me, when I deeply love your
name (I deeply love you)
and you are keeping me confused, and can't feel my
kindness, how?
I can't find a reason to love you, and my sincerity
doesn't even count How can I keep your head high when
you keep forcing me to bow my head down?
I am the oldest of your streets, your hopes from
those who have destroyed you
I am a child who got attached to you, and you led me
astray halfway
Had I loved you out of choice, my feelings would have
changed a long time ago
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mohamed_Mounir
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Preklad prevzatý z:
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/ezay-%D8%A5%D8%B2%D8%A7%D9%8A-how.html
I swear by your name, to keep changing you till you
accept me the way I am
How can you accept for me, when I deeply love your
name (I deeply love you)
and you are keeping me confused, and can't feel my
kindness, how?
I can't find a reason to love you, and my sincerity
doesn't even count How can I keep your head high when
you keep forcing me to bow my head down?
How can you leave me this weak, why aren't you
standing by my side? When I have dedicated my entire
life to not catch a glimpse of fear in your eyes (to
protect you)
Over land and sea, how can I protect your back?
When I spend every night with a back that's bare and
arched
I am the oldest of your streets, your hopes from
those who have destroyed you
I am a child who got attached to you, and you led me
astray halfway
Had I loved you out of choice, my feelings would have
changed a long time ago
I swear by your name, to keep changing you till you
accept me the way I am
How can you accept for me, when I deeply love your
name (I deeply love you)
and you are keeping me confused, and can't feel my
kindness, how?
I can't find a reason to love you, and my sincerity
doesn't even count How can I keep your head high when
you keep forcing me to bow my head down?
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"We Exist" (2014, Arcade Fire, LGBT práva)
They're walking around
Head full of sound
Acting like
We don't exist
They walk in the room
And stare right through you
Talking like
We don't exist
But we exist
Daddy it's true
I'm different from you
But tell me why they treat me like this?
If you turned away
What would I say?
Not the first betrayed by a kiss
Maybe it's true
They're staring at you
When you walk in the room
Tell 'em it's fine
Stare if you like
Just let us through
Just let us through
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
They're down on their knees
Begging us please
Praying that we don't exist
Daddy it's fine
I'm used to 'em now
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/We_Exist
Text z: https://genius.com/Arcade-fire-we-exist-lyrics
But tell me why they treat me like this?
It's cause we do it like this
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Maybe it's true
They're staring at you
When you walk in the room
Tell 'em it's fine
Stare if you like
Just let us through
Just let us through
Let 'em stare! Let 'em stare!
If that's all they can do!
But I'd lose my heart
If I turned away from you
Oh Daddy don't turn away
You know that I'm so scared
But will you watch me drown?
You know we're going nowhere
We know that we're young
And no shit we're confused
But will you watch us drown?
What are you so afraid to lose?
Down on your knees
Begging us please
Praying that we don't exist
You're down on your knees
Begging us please
Praying that we don't exist
We exist!
We exist!
Down on your knees
Begging us please
Praying that we don't exist
You're down on your knees
Begging us please
Praying that we don't exist
We exist!
We exist!
We exist!
We exist! Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na,
na na na na na na na
Maybe if you hang together
You can make the changes in our hearts
And if you hang together, you can change us
Just where should you start?
"Make America Great Again" (2016, Pussy Riot, Trump)
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What do you want your world to
look like?
What do you want it to be?
Do you know that a wall has two
sides?
And nobody is free?
Did your mama come from Mexico
Papa come from Palestine
Sneaking all through Syria
Crossing all the border lines
Let other people in
Listen to your women
Stop killing black children
Make America Great Again
Let other people in
Listen to your women
Stop killing black children
Make America Great Again
Could you imagine a politician
Calling a woman a dog?
Do you wanna stay in the kitchen?
Is that where you belong?
How do you picture the perfect leader
Who do you want him to be
Has he promoted the use of torture and killing
families
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Viac na: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6815470/
Text z: https://genius.com/Pussy-riot-make-america-great-again-lyrics
Did your mama come from Mexico
Papa come from Palestine
Sneaking all through Syria
Crossing all the border lines
Let other people in
Listen to your women
Stop killing black children
Make America Great Again
Let other people in
Listen to your women
Stop killing black children
Make America Great Again
Did your mama come from Mexico
Papa come from Palestine
Sneaking all through Syria
Crossing all the border lines
Let other people in
Listen to your women
Stop killing black children
Make America Great Again
Let other people in
Listen to your women
Stop killing black children
Make America Great Again
Make America Great Again
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“A Kindly Reminder” (2017, Passenger, Trump)
Well I heard all about your travel ban,
Just for countries that don't fit your business plan.
But how can you decide who cannot and who can?
You're the President now, not a businessman.
And I heard you say climate change isn't real.
That's not how the world's leading scientists feel.
So go bury your head in the sand if you will,
But the waters are rising 'round Capitol Hill.
With four years in front and only three weeks behind
ya,
You somehow already managed to upset China.
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Viac na: https://passengermusic.com/news/passenger-a-kindly-reminder/
Text z: https://genius.com/Passenger-a-kindly-reminder-lyrics
And if I could offer a kindly reminder,
It's not okay to grab women by the vagina.
And maybe it's 'cause your hands are so small,
That's why you have to build such a big fucking wall.
Yeah you promised it wide, and you promised it tall,
Now you're wanting the Mexicans to pay for it all.
And you say that you'll make America great.
But I feel that we're in for a long fucking wait.
'Cause you're carving divides through every state,
And you're filling up hearts with fear and with hate.
Well I know this song won't change your thoughts.
We're more likely to see your tax reports.
"Čau ty tu" (2017, Modré Hory, James P. Honey,
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celkový pohľad na slovenskú spoločnosť)
(bene)
Sme starí jak svet, v ktorom blues bolo mladé,
blues bolo všade. Daj mi pade!
Sme zápisky bláznov, čo sa desia tých,
čo hlásajú, že sú hlasom generácie. Srať na nich!
Bo my občas netušíme ani to,
či vôbec môžeme hovoriť sami za seba. Bro, platí to?
Desíme sa davov a hlúposti
a hlupákov v dave a hlupákov všade.
A ešte šedi v tom svete, kde blues už je staré.
A tak máme rap, čo šepká, keď treba kričať,
a kričí, keď by mal držať hubu.
Sme tak starí, že si pamätáme, že fičalo Fubu.
Bojíme sa tých, čo majú názor na všetko
a k tomu patenty na pravdu.
Vraj vyštudovali vysokú školu života
a ja pochybujem, či vôbec dokončili základku.
A vraj pravda je niekde uprostred.
Tak Roland, prosím, daj môj vokál trocha do strán,
lebo by som sa asi prepadol od srandy,
kebyže hentí ma majú brať vážne.
A svet vôkol furt tvrdí, že nie sme v kríze.
Akurát nerešpektujeme slobodu slova. H?
Lebo nemôžu na steny kresliť hákové kríže
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Text z: https://hustleandfitness.bandcamp.com/track/au-ty-tu-feat-james-p-honey-2
a dôchodca suplujúci tajné služby si to zlízne.
A tak píšem, nech kričím, nech amplitúda skacká,
lebo je neprípustné označiť nácka za nácka!
A tak to tu hnedne, žumpa preteká,
a ja len ziapem žvásty, bo neviem viac.
(lyrik)
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
ktorá je aj pre mladých,
interkonekt, jeden svet,
rasizmom sa nikto nechváli.
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
v ktorej propaganda, hoaxy sú len sranda,
ktorá nás má pobaviť
a len dvojito overené fakty sú pravda.
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
ktorá sa na nenávisť nechytá,
ale na rozvážne múdro hej,
časovaná bomba netiká.
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
v ktorej neni za päť minút dvanásť,
psi sú dole z reťazí, žereme menej mäsa a
nechceme sa uškvariť kvôli CO2.
A niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
kde rap má čo povedať a je bomba
a nielen random rým hrôza, nielen
motivačná próza a nielen póza, čo nemá obsah.
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
kde tvoja sídlisková krčma crew
rozjíma nad pivom a pálenkou o porozumení
a nepodlizuje sa zlu.
Niekedy sa mi zdá, že žijeme v krajine,
kde si v prvom rade slobodný individuál
a až potom rasa, štát, prvok, ovca,
koliesko, súčiastka či dav.
A tuším sa mi nezdá, že keď spravíme v sebe niečo,
tak bude z toho niečo,
lebo keď nespravíme nič,
tak bude z toho nič.
A tuším sa mi nezdá ani to, že potom
jeden, druhý, tretí, štvrtý politik
ti s blahosklonným úsmevom
naští, naští, naští, naští, na tvoje sny.
(james p. honey)
nobody said it would be fair or light humoured -
distant flare, red mist on a red horizon.
this is scalping country.
nobody said it would be fair or light humoured - go
stare someplace else, you’re spoiling my shellfish
hors d'oeuvres.
parasite publicist. sorrow sings a sad song in the
feeble light of a wounded moon.
drizzle came on like a spangle of sequins streaking
down on growling window pane.
another day in the death of a slow colonial comedown.
motorway. allotment. library closure. popcorn
politics.
supermarket strip lights like police truncheons erect
at peaceful protests.
celebrity sightings and exciting cover stories of
displaced immigrant war victims drowning in
overloaded makeshift boats in frozen waters.
reflections of a flickering monitor screen on
varnished plywood.
notes towards an apology - a clutter of vignettes:
get a bunch of celebrities on a beach doing yoga,
beam it out and drag it over a whole season of
programming, a success spanning decades, accolades
they rain down.
finally you've found a thing you can be proud of take
some responsibility for your wellbeing.
stop listening to the radio or reading newspapers -
little more than hatred to be found - as diverse as a
divas walk in wardrobe.
slow motion close up of the shiny chevrons on the
shoulders of a soldier dead in this place of plenty.
this is scalping country.
nobody said it would be fair - distant flare red mist
on a horizon.
this is scalping country.
____
(bene)
We’re from the good old world where blues was young
Blues was everywhere, blues was punk
We’re memoirs of the fools who fear voices
Claiming to be voices of a generation, giving no
choices
Because sometimes we don’t even know
If we can speak for ourselves, bro.
We’re scared of masses in their stupidity
And the stupid in their masses when they’re bold
And of the greyness of that world where blues is old
And so we have rap that whispers when it needs to
shout
And when it needs to shut up it shouts out loud
We’re so old we wore Fubu and were proud.
We fear those with an opinion and a knife
They have a patent for truth that sounds cool
They say they studied at the university of life
But I wonder if they ever finished grammar school.
And they say the truth is somewhere in the middle
So Roland, put my vocal a bit to the sides
Because I would probably die laughing
If they ever listened to my advice
And the world keeps saying it’s not bad at all
We just don’t respect their freedom of speech
Because they can’t draw a Swastika on the wall
And a pensioner exposing them pays the toll.
And so I write to scream, the amplitude flashes
Because they say you can’t call a fascist a fascist
And it’s all turning brown, the sewage overflows
And I'm just shouting my bullshit, I can’t do more.
(lyrik)
Sometimes it seems we live
in a country for young men
Interconnected, one world
Where no one is proud to be a racist, when
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where the propaganda and the fake news
are just a joke meant to make us laugh
And only double checked facts are true
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where there’s no place for hate
But a lot of place for wisdom
No time bomb waiting to detonate
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where the clock is not at five minutes before The End
Where dogs are free to run and we eat less meat and
And we don’t want to die because of CO2 and
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where rap has a lot to say and is earnest
Not just a random mixture of rhymes, not just
A motivational pose and a pose without purpose
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where your local pub crew
Is talking about understanding
and not endorsing evil over the brew
Sometimes it seems we live in a country
Where you’re a free individual most of all
And the nation, the race, the sheep
The wheel, the mass mean little if at all
And I guess I’m not wrong to say that when
you create something within you create something
without
Because when we create nothing
Surely nothing will ever come out
And I guess I’m not wrong to say that in the end
With a smile on their faces
One, two, three, four politicians
WIll come and piss, piss, piss
…on your dreams.
"Gotta Get a Grip" / "England Lost"(2017, Mick
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Jagger, Brexit)
Lost, lost, lost, lost
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went to see England, but England's lost
And everyone said we were all ripped off
I went to see England, but England lost
Lost, lost, lost
It wasn't much fun standin' in the rain
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Viac na: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gotta_Get_a_Grip_(song)
Text z: https://genius.com/Mick-jagger-england-lost-lyrics
And we all yelled loud and we all complained
Wasn't much of a game
I got soaked
Didn't look home anyway
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went in the back, but they said, "Piss off"
I went to see England, but England's lost
I went to see England, but England
I went to see
I went
I
I lost a blunt, think I lost the pint
She can go home and smoke a joint, anyway
Do you wanna go?
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I went to find England, it wasn't there
I think I lost it in the back of my chair
I think I'm losing my imagination
I'm tired of talking about immigration
You can't get in and you can't get out
I guess that's what we're all about
True, preach
It's a déjà vu, I've seen it all before
Different season, same score
Everybody wants your head on a spike
But they were singin' your praises a day before
No new faces allowed in
They said it's gettin' overcrowded
They're still fightin' over houses
So I just pick it up, put it down and leave it where
I found it
Feel like Macaulay Culkin, I'm home alone
Come to my window and throw a stone
Because I never wanna talk on the phone
Same problems, growin' up in the danger zone
Nothing's changed, same story
Same dirty stains on your dirty laundry
Keep it in the streets, doin' all the work
And the men in the suits takin' all the coin
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but
I went to find England, but England's lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Had a girl in Lisbon, a girl in Rome
Now I'll have to stay at home
So lock the shallows, bolt the doors
Nothing's gonna be like Singapore
Don't know what's home
Lost, lost, lost, lost
They didn't turn up, the comments complain
No real person is matching their shame
They're much too young and much too hold
Growing much too hot and much too cold
That's what I thought
I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England
I went to find England, but England's lost
"Krv na rukách" (2018, Vec, situácia na Slovensku po
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vražde novinára a jeho priateľky)
Fico máš na rukách krv,
mal by si nastaviť krk,
no ty sa chováš jak zmrd,
ale si trápny jak prd.
V preplnenom autobuse,
Gašpar, Gašpárek, fuj,
aj ty máš na rukách krv.
Kali máš na rukách krv
jak celá vaša banda,
bezcitné kurvy, že vám není hanba.
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Viac na: https://www.tyzden.sk/kultura/46659/vec-krv-na-rukach/
Text z:
https://www.karaoketexty.cz/texty-pisni/vec/krv-na-rukach-remix-ft-matys-tono-s-strapo-supa-lourajder
-872194
Hrať to divadlo pred trúchliacimi matkami,
milión v keši, ste sedláci a potkany.
Pondelok 26 2 bol, mrazivý budík,
keď ukradnutý štát zabíja vlastných ľudí.
Vláda je bez chrbta jak pojebaný Bugár,
samý zlodej, mafián a moci chtivý luhár,
skutok sa stal a všetci sme to videli,
otvor oči Robo a vytiahni hlavu z prdeli.
Si nechutný jak geňo tvojho fotra,
hovorím dosť, ty úchylácky potkan.
Hádžem kameňom aj keď nie som bez viny, prosím odpusť
Pane,
neviem ináč, keď je to najcennejšie postúpané.
Vo chvíľach jak táto si neviem držať odstup,
máme krv na rukách všetci keď tieto veci len
odsúvame.
Mám držať hubu a krok, sorry,
no robím rapovú hudbu, nerobím pop, olíž
si ukazovák a daj ho do vzduchu a zistíš odkiaľ fúka,
top vzory,
národ si zaslúži, čo zvolil.
A opakujem sa jak história, tá nás nevyškolila,
tak sa vkradnú pravde do domu v sprievode pištolí
a tí mizerní herci tam hore si zaslúžia vlastného
Oscara,
história.
Lebo lož má krátke nohy, tá ich žiadne.
Raz príde o protézy a všetko to na nich padne.
No keď si ľahostajné, slepé, tak ti beda,
Slovensko zaslúžiš si trpieť, tak ti treba.
Vy - všetci máte na rukách krv,
My - všetci máme na rukách krv,
opakujem - všetci máme na rukách krv,
máme na rukách krv.
Jak môže mať ten čávo teflonové svedomie,
že jeho sa to netýka, on za to nemôže.
Celý štát na špičkách a on si to tam rysuje,
minister Futra jebe na to, ďalej cheatuje.
Kali!
Už nemôžu na Radičovú, už len Soros,
no však keď to nevieš hrať ďalej, tak to polož.
Na klamstvách postavený dokonalý kolos,
aj keď sa tváriš že si na nočnej jak roboš.
Teším sa keď vás dáva do pozoru Tódová.
novina nemá ľahký život, bere čo to dá,
a keď má v rukách dôkaz, ktorý vás raz pochová,
môže len doma čakať, že kto ho tam odrovná.
Divoký západ na východe není nová vec,
viem to aj ja, vie to aj Vec zo Zlatých Moraviec.
Kto nemá lové, nemá zmysel, pôjde z poľa preč,
Trošková dala Ficovi, šak to je, bola vec!
Fico má na stole, milión na tlačovke,
iba blázon čakal, že nám Róbert povie jak to je,
keď sa motal v baniach, vtedy myslel tiež len na
lové,
nesralo ho, čo je nové v Handlovej.
Teraz to národ vie, keď rodiny kráčajú na pohreb
jak ťažko je, bojovať proti mlynom za svoj rap,
bang bang!
Treba ísť von vo svojom meste spolu ako kmeň,
zmorfovať do jednej päste, dať ju do vzduchu,
nech nás vidia, že dav vyhrá,
bez nás silia, všetci all for ján.
Jeho nestopol strach,
iba náš nezáujem, to bol vrah.
Chceme tie chyby prežívať zachvíľu odznova?
Nie, nie,
je nutné prejaviť svoj rešpekt,
každému jednému, čo stál špinám v ceste,
veriť tým všetkým, čo to súdia, že to spravia lepšie.
Pane Bože, dnes je ten deň!
Tento štát je továreň na strach
a mne sa fakt nechce zbytočne sa báť.
Štát kričí stáť, nechce dovoliť tam mráz,
vlastná vlasť nás učí všetkých iných neznášať.
Nemám čas ani chuť na to vaše divadlo,
nechcem tu byť hercom a nechcem tu byť divákom.
Kvôli vám tu kapú mladí,
ktorí mali ideály,
vypadnite od koryta,
hniť do basy, máte na rukách krv!
Kamaráti utekajú do cudziny a ja nie som iný,
musím bežať keď počujem tóny hymny,
ktorú ste si prisvojili, zneužili, znásilnili,
keď chobotnica omotá ťa, nepustí ťa nikdy.
Kamarát študoval v zahraničí,
nemal v piči,
vrátil sa sem, skanzen,
učiť deti v škole, blázen.
Lenže učiteľský plat, znamená nemať za čo žrať,
tak je radšej cyklokuriér.
To je choré,
k tomu dotlačia ťa tí kokoti hore, more,
keby mohli predajú aj slnko na oblohe,
mafiáni, farizeji, skurvysyni.
"Despite Repeated Warnings"(2018, Paul McCartney,
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popieranie klimatických zmien)
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Text z: https://www.the-paulmccartney-project.com/song/despite-repeated-warnings/
Despite repeated warnings
Of dangers up ahead
The captain won’t be listening
To what’s been said
He feels that there’s a good chance
That we have been misled
And so the captain’s planning
To steam ahead
What can we do, what can we do
What can we do to stop this foolish plan going
through
What can we do, what can we do
This man is bound to lose his ship and his crew
Despite repeated warnings
From those who ought to know
He’s got his own agenda and so he’ll go
Those who shout the loudest
May not always be the smartest
But they have their proudest moments
Right before they fall
Red sky in the morning
Doesn’t ever seem to phase him
But a sailor’s warning signal
Should concern us all
How can we stop him
Grab the keys and lock him up
If we can do it
We can save the day
The engineer lives with
His wife and daughter Janet
But he misses them so
Although he’s working with
The best crew on the planet
They never want him to go
He had a premonition
He senses something’s wrong
And by his own admission
He knew it all along
The captain’s crazy
But he doesn’t let them know it
He’ll take us with him
If we don’t do something
Soon to slow it
How can we stop him
Grab the keys and lock him up
If we can do it
We can save the day
Below decks the engineer cries
The captain’s gonna leave us when the temperatures
rise
The needle’s going up
The engine’s gonna blow
And we’re gonna be left down below
Down below
Yes we can do it
Yes we can do it now
Yes we can do it
Yes we can do it
Yes we can do it now
Yes we can do it
Yes we can do it now
Yes we can do it
Yes we can do it now
If life would work out
The way you plan it
That’d be so fine
For the wife and Janet
Sometimes you might
Have to battle through it
But that’s the way you learn
How you’ve got to do it
Yes we can do it whoa, whoa
Yes we can do it whoa, whoa
Yes we can do it whoa, whoa
Yes we can do it whoa, whoa
Despite repeated warnings
Of dangers up ahead
Well the captain wasn’t listening
To what was said
So we went to the captain
And we told him to turn around
But he laughs in our faces
Says that we are mistaken
So we gather around him
Now the ropes that have bound him
Prove that he should have listened
To the will of the people
It’s the will of the people
It’s the will of the people
"Glory to Hong Kong"(2019, Thomas dgx yhl, protesty
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(anglický preklad)
For all of our tears on our land,
Do you feel the rage in our cries?
Rise up and speak up! Our voice echoes.
Freedom shall shine upon us.
For all of our fear that lingers,
With faith, we shall never surrender.
With blood, tears, and sweat, we shall stride ahead
For this glorious liberal land.
When the stars no longer guide our path
In the fog, the horn of conscience summons us:
“Persevere! For we are as one, with poise, and be
brave,
Courage, wisdom are long with us.”
The dawn has come. Let us revive our Hong Kong.
Revolution of our time! For righteousness!
Democracy and liberty, wish them long last here,
For the glory of Hong Kong
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Preklad prevzatý z:
https://supchina.com/2019/09/12/hongkongers-write-their-own-anthem-glory-to-hong-kong/