Thanks to Jim Adams, for hosting Song Lyric Sunday. It’s been an insanely busy week for me. I will do a complete update post soon. Two bits of good news (I’ll save the Not Great for the other post)… Ben went back to school, and I gained three pounds last month. I lost fifty-five pounds over the past couple years and I wasn’t trying to lose weight. The first twenty were okay, but the other thirty-five worried me, so gaining three pounds is excellent to me. Anyway, on to the music…
The prompt words for this week are – Bomb, Gun, Knife, Weapon
The song I chose is B.Y.O.B. (Bring Your Own Bombs) by System Of A Down (SoaD). They are an Armenian-American Heavy Metal band formed in 1994 in Glendale, California. The song is from their album Mezmerize, released March 28, 2005. B.Y.O.B. was written by Daron Malakian (guitar, vocals) and Serj Tankian (lead vocals, keyboards). The song won a Grammy Award for Best Hard Rock Performance in 2006.
I really like SoaD. I like that they thrash, but are melodic too. I like the political statement of this song, which was after 9/11, when Junior sent our military to finish Daddy’s war [my opinion].
Why do they always send the poor?
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious, victories kneel
For brand new spankin’ deals
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth
La, la la, la la, la la, la la
Everybody’s going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing
Into Moses’ dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil
Crying, “Freedom!”
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth
La, la la, la la, la la, la la
Everybody’s going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Everybody’s going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Blast off. It’s party time
And we don’t live in a Fascist nation
Blast off. It’s party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses disappearing
Into Moses’ dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil
Crying, “Freedom!”
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La, la la, la la, la la, la la
Everybody’s going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desfert, blowing up the sunshine
Everybody’s going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor
Are you a SoaD fan? What song would you have chosen for this prompt? Do you like my title? I couldn’t resist… “Dubya” seems almost cute after the Orange Idjit and his Cult. I’ll get a full update posted as soon as I can. The Cuckoo just never seems to stop. Thanks for stopping by!
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HUGS!
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