REVOLUTION NEVER COMES WITH A WARNING II

9 01 2010

You’ve heard this kickass song by Michael Ferranti and Spearhead. Now see the words to it here:

https://nightman1.wordpress.com/2009/05/24/revolution-never-comes-with-a-warning/

See a great video with the song here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1gIOqJzCDw

And, finally, see an even better video by the guy who made that video, here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSMgfuuSkhA&annotation_id=annotation_626812&feature=iv

Feel like fighting now? See why you’re right:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNEIJ-k5mJo&NR=1

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REVOLUTION NEVER COMES WITH A WARNING

24 05 2009

LLLLLLLLLLLL

by Michael Franti and Spearhead

Here’s the YouTube video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1gIOqJzCDw

(which takes this very strong rap and visualizes it perfectly. But don’t watch it if you’re a right winger!)

Now the Lyrics:

A revolution never come with a warning

A revolution never sends you an omen

A revolution just arrive like the morning

Ring the alarm we come to wake up the snoring

They tellin’ you to never worry about the future

They tellin’ you to never worry about the torture

They tellin’ you that you’ll never see the horror

Spend it all today and we will bill you tomorrow

Three piece suits and bank accounts in Bahamas

Wall street crime will never send you to the slammer

Tell all the children in the arms of their mammas

The F-15 is a homicidal bomber

TV commercials for a popping pill culture

Drug companies circling like a vulture

An Iraqi baby with a G.I. Joe father

Ten years from now is anybody gonna bother?

Yell Fire, yo, yo, yo

Here we come here we come

Fire, yo, yo , yo, yo

Revolution a comin’

Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo

Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo

Everyone addicted to the same nicotine

Everyone addicted to the same gasoline

Everyone addicted to a Technicolor screen

Everybody tryin’ to get their hands on the same green

From the banks of the river to the banks of the greedy

All of the riches taken back by the needy

We come from the country and we come from the city

You play us on the record, you can play us on the CD

All the shit you’ve given us is fertilizer

The seeds that we planted you can never brutalize them

Tell the corporation they can never globalize it

Like Peter Tosh said Legalize it

Girls and boys hear the bass and treble

Rumble in the speakers and it make you wanna rebel

Throw your hands up, take it to another level

And you can never, ever, ever make a deal with the devil

Yell Fire, yo, yo, yo

Here we come here we come

Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo

Revolution a comin’

Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo

Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo

Kind of reminds me of Alan Ginsberg’s poem Howl! Or the leftest ferment of the 1960s. But none of that did any good. Nothing changes. Did the serfs ever manage to revolt against the feudal lords?