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Another event to be brushed under the carpet
keith whalley the usele
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An eclectic selection of guitar and mixing/samples, and political messages for our time, Contemporary without conforming to the music 'generalisation' prevalent
The Useless Eaters represent the voice of a people tired with the oppression and deceitful practise of governments and corporate enterprises whose soul interest lies in the furtherance of a draconian controlled world state in which our lives provide the resource and capacity to ensure their survival. Ours’ is a desperate plight to educate and to promote unity that is not bound by religion, colour of skin, geographical place of birth or material wealth, and to create a security for ourselves and our children to live and prosper in a world that belongs to everyone not just the elite few.
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Genre
Metal • Alternative Metal
Charts
Peak #101
Peak in subgenre #27
Author
Keith Whalley
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Keith Whalley
Uploaded
October 06, 2006
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MP3 5.2 MB • 128 kbps • 5:43
Story behind the song
The death of innocent children in Qana - Murdered in the name of 'Democracy'
Lyrics
Qana II By Keith Whalley Another dismembered, fractured child’s body Dragged from your screens, and out of view. Director screams move the damn cameras Before they change a mind or two. Bodies so badly broken… That their limbs they are a poking… In every direction except the right one. In Sky’s all new, serenity in death pose. Babies’ arms and legs extruding from the concrete ruins The ‘Precision guided!’ Missiles flying overhead The families try to save the remains Put out the fires and recover their dead. While hour upon hour In another display of our merciless power Oh! How we love a chance to try out our new Acceptable weapons of mass destruction So its huddle in the darkness and cold of the basements for you Better hope that the refugee convoys get through Flyers dropped by planes say Move away! We’re granting you a chance to live! You got one more day! Till we decimate your homes Level your land, murder your children With a wave of Bush, Blair hand. Now you tell me, where’s the safety? When the tanks come rolling in The Enforcers of Democracy Are here to change your way of life! Would you chance a run on the killing floor? With your cripples and elderly lay on doors With shots a ringing round your ears Your fear has left you in a pool of piss Dead bodies at your feet There’s holes in the street Another building falls down And all the soldiers in town Are insisting that 'You' Are The Terrorists! Well tell me this ain’t living, this gun just keeps on giving I got a body count that stacks ‘em real high Complete disregard for the lives I destroy I’ve a thousand yard stare And a rednecks point of view My bloods boiling with amphetamine And the hatred I ensue Ministers dodge questions like Afghans dodge bullets In the most disgraceful, blatant display of denial of responsibility Reality cannot hide that the loss of your life, Is of no consequence to the onslaught of the war machine. Don’t want to taint your manufactured points of view But the only news you see and the reports your shown are White House approved! We justify the killing of old men, women and children with ‘The enemy uses civilians as Human shields’ So we target you in the hope to get through To the terrorists that threaten our very existence In our supreme way of life… How long before we see Ethnic Cleansing for what it really is? Imperialistic conquest is the true nature of this beast… Red cross separate dead children from piles of rubble like pulling dead dogs from the mud, while Condones Lies a Rice and President Olmert Sit down to a luxurious breakfast to discuss the finer points of genocide! And a controlled, world wide media reaction looks fondly upon their efforts to reach a ceasefire…
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