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Ghetto defendant
April 19, 2012, 14:28
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Återigen avbryter REDAKTIONENS folkbildningssektion ordinarie program för att ge Er en riktig musikupplevelse. Skönt spretig och ojämn i kanterna. REDAKTIONEN skämmer bort Er horungar med versionen som skulle ligga på tänkta dubbelalbumet Rat patrol from fort Bragg som senare tyvärr blev “singel”-LPn Combat Rock. Bajenbekante Mick Jones mixade  Rat patrol from fort Bragg och det blev givetvis precis så som Ghetto Defendant skall avnjutas.

Vi vet redan vad Ni tänker Era förutsägbara och obildbara våldsrunkare. Över sex minuter lång och inte fan hajjar Ni texten. REDAKTIONEN vänder sig inte till Er. Vi vänder oss till den lilla klick som är kapabla att ta till sig perfektion och lyrik på högsta tänkbara nivå. Följ med i texten, annars jävlar!

Starved in Metropolis – Hooked on Necropolis – Addict of Metropolis – Do the worm on the Accropolis – Slamdance Cosmopolis – Enlighten the populace

Hungry darkness of living, Who will thirst in the pit? – Hooked in Necropolis – She spent a lifetime deciding, How to run from it – Addicts of Metropolis – Once fate had a witness, And the years seemed like friends – Girlfriends – Now her child has a dream – But it begins like it ends

Shot in eternity – Methadone kitty – Iron serenity

CHORUS – Ghetto defendant, It is heroin pity, Not tear gas nor baton charge, That stops you taking the city

Strung out committee

Walled out of the city, Clubbed down from uptown, Sprayed pest from the nest, Run out to barrio town – The guards are itchy – Forced to watch at the feast, Then sweep up the night, Flipped pieces of coin – Broken bottles – Exchanged for birthright – Grafted in a jiffy

Ghetto defendant, It is heroin pity – Strung out committee – Not tear gas nor baton charge, That stops you taking the city,

Not sitting pretty – Heroin pity – Grafted in a jiffy

The ghetto prince of gutter poets, Was bounced out of the room

 – Jean Arthur Rimbaud –

By the bodyguards of greed, For disturbing the tomb – 1873 – his words like flamethrowers – Paris commune – Burnt the ghettos in their chests, His face painted whiter, Then he was laid to rest

– Died in Marseille –

Ghetto defendant – Buried in Charleville – It is heroin pity, not tear gas nor baton charge, That stops you taking the city
– Shut up in eternity –

Soap floods oil in water, All churn in the wake, On the great ship of progress, The crew can’t find the brake, Klaxons are blaring, The admiral snores command

Submarines boil in oceans, While the armies fight with suns

Guatemala – Honduras – Poland – 100 years war –  TV re-run invasion – Death squad Salvador – Afghanistan – Meditation – Old Chinese flu – Kick junk – What else – Can a poor worker do?

Har någon jävel hängt med ända hit så är den klokare och mer upplyst än “hen” var innan. Inte mycket nytta givetvis för Ni hittar säkert vägar att ta död på de stackars hjärnceller Ni just aktiverade.


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tungt flow den gamla clash rävar

Comment by Amadou

I understand. Cuz I am damaged and I live in a damaged world…

/Wee mental Mikey

Comment by E. Mike




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