Yes, those are gunshots... and here comes the ambulance.
September 29th is a folk-rock/blues/electronic band formed, or rather born on September 29th 1983.
September 29th is a folk-rock/blues/electronic band formed, or rather born on September 29th 1983.
It is a solo band as Olgostin does all of the composition, arrangements and production as well as singing, playing the acoustic/electric guitars, bass, keyboards and programming the drums.
Story behind the song
This is a song dedicated to two pairs of brothers who were both involved in politics and ended up being killed: Tiberius and Gaius Gracchus & John and Robert F. Kennedy.
Violence is awful and totally unuseful...
Tiberius Gracchus (168 BC-133 BC)
Gaius Gracchus (154 BC-121 BC)
John Fitzgerald Kennedy (1917-1963)
Robert Francis Kennedy (1925-1968)
From Bobby Kennedy's speech given on April 5, 1968 at the City Club of Cleveland, Cleveland, Ohio:
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"It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours.
Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet.
No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason.
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Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul.
For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter.
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We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers.
Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence.
We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge.
Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution.
But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can.
Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again."
Lyrics
Election days
Can be so grey
Hope can turn
Into despair
Reformers become
Former candidates,
Victims, scapegoats.
Tell people “You are free,
You’re not my Enemy
And I’m not yours,
This Land is our Country”…
And you’ll be killed.
