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Rating: I was surprised when I typed this band into the search and got "the cosmic void".
After 3 years since their last work "The Terror State", Anti-Flag has returned once again to sting and attack the U.S. government and society in general with their lyrics. "For Blood and Empire" is their first album for a major label, so it was normal to have a bit of fear about this new work, but already the first track seems to dispel my doubts: "I'd tell you it but..." starts off strong and unleashes all their aggression (I'M DEAD! I'M DEAD! My life is left no more!) in my opinion the best track of the CD; followed by "The press corpse", a great rhythm and very catchy chorus; then comes "Emigre" and "The project for a new American century", the latter characterized by a beautiful chorus in which one part is accompanied by hand claps, truly beautiful ;)
Other notable tracks are "Hymn for the dead" in which the sound of an unspecified wind instrument (forgive my ignorance!) stands out at 2:20, 1 trillion dollar$ which lets you catch your breath midway through the CD, very melodic and calm, the content of the lyrics is the only thing that doesn't soften ("fuck the world, a lot of people gonna die tonight"). "War sucks, let's party!" also accompanied by rhythmic hand-clapping, and whose title could well have been the CD's; closing the 39 minutes of this CD is "Depleted uranium is a war crime", the toughest and most aggressive song among the 13 on the album.
I think Anti-Flag has not lost their style at all and their way of playing that brought them success with previous albums, and they have not been influenced by the record label by releasing a too commercial album, like what happened with Less Than Jake, but that's another story... Surely a great CD, which does not equal their previous work, but certainly will be appreciated by both new and old fans alike...
ps: this is my first review, this is not an excuse for the mess I've made today, but I promise that next time I will try harder ;)
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 The Press Corpse (03:20)
The memo says...
...We gotta work to make the facts fit the false charges
Pull the wool over the eyes of the filthy masses
Stab the people in the back for the corporate choice
Roll the propaganda out using The People's Voice
We don't want to talk about it...
The press scribble scribble every half-truth spoke
Then shoot it round the country like an April Fools joke
Hype the nation for a Desert Storm love affair
Wave the stars and stripes like you just don't care!
They talk it up all day, they talk it up all night
They talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!
But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day
We find the picture still askew
They don't want to... talk talk talk talk talk about it
They want to tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute, whoa, whoa
They don't want to talk about it
They want to tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute
And on the TV screen...
...Diversion and aversion is the flavor of the day
Was it WMDs? Or Democracy?
Blame it on MI-6 or the CIA
The White House Press Corpse only has one thing to say...
'We don't want to talk about it!'
The White House boils over, 'Al Jazeera got it wrong!'
The Press Corpse jumps onboard singing the White House song
While over in Iraq thousands are dead because of lies
The spineless war drumming-press corpse have taken lives
They talk it up all day, they talk it up all night
They talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!
But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day
We find the picture still askew
They don't want to... talk talk talk talk talk about it
They want to tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute, whoa, whoa
They don't want to talk about it
They want to tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute
Fires fueled on endless lies
Black shrouds coat desert skies
A nation's viewpoint blurred and led
As embeds report what they're fed
We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...
(We don't want to talk about it...)
We don't, don't want to, we don't wanna talk about it
(We don't want to...)
We don't, don't want to, we don't wanna talk
They don't want to... talk talk talk talk talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute, whoa, whoa
They don't want to talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute
03 Emigre (02:59)
First they came for the Communists, and I did not speak out.
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out.
Next they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out.
AND THEN THEY CAME FOR ME
This is autonomy- My American Dream
Stepped over on the street - Stars and stripes blinding me
Their contagious air we breath - My American Dream
Classism the black plague - Will mark your grave
This is the second time, we will not fall in line,
No you can’t stop this exodus
No you won’t stop this exodus.
No you can’t stop this exodus
No you won’t stop this exodus.
A hooded prisoner on the bay - These truths let freedom ring
A child Darfur refugee - Home of the free and brave
The ghosts of war who will not sleep - These truths let freedom ring
The poor who drown in bigotry - Will mark your grave
This is the second time, yeah, it’s the second time, we will not fall in line,
No you can’t stop this exodus
No you won’t stop this exodus.
No you can’t stop this exodus
No you won’t stop this exodus.
Fight forever more - The movement of the people
Fight forever more - The voice of the emigre
Fight forever more - The movement of the people
Fight forever more - No concession, no compromise
First they came for the Communists, and I did not speak out.
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out.
AND THEN THEY CAME FOR ME
No you can’t stop this exodus
No you won’t stop this exodus.
No you can’t stop this exodus
No you won’t stop this exodus.
This is the second time; we will not fall in line!
06 This Is the End (for You My Friend) (03:12)
Seems every station
On the TV
Is sellin' somethin'
No one can be
If every page was torn from the magazine
Would cash still drive the media machine?
The products they mean to pursue are endless
Identity can leave you selfless
We will not witness...
This anymore
This is the end
For you, my friend
I can't forgive
I won't forget
(On and on!) We sing our songs and
(On and on!) Our wars wage on and
(On and on!) We sing our song for more
(For more)
Your eyes are open, but you can't see
Your mouth is movin', but you don't speak
A blitzkrieg of images to bend your will
I hope you choke on every pill
We will not witness...
This anymore
This is the end
For you, my friend
I can't forgive
I won't forget
(On and on!) We sing our songs and
(On and on!) Our wars wage on and
(On and on!) We sing our songs for more
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh!
Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh!
Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh!
Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Whoa-oh! Yeah, yeah!
We will not witness...
This anymore
This is the end
For you, my friend
I can't forgive
I won't forget
This is the end
For you, my friend
I can't forgive
I won't forget
(On and on!) We sing our songs and
(On and on!) Our wars wage on and (Forget)
(On and on!) We sing our songs and
(On and on!) Our wars wage on and (Forget)
(On and on!) They sing our songs and
(On and on!) Your wars wage on and (Forget)
(On and on!) We sing our songs for more
We sing our songs for more
07 1 Trillion Dollar$ (02:30)
One trillion dollars could buy a lot of bling
One trillion dollars could buy most anything
One trillion dollars buying bullets, buying guns
One trillion dollars in the hands of killers, thugs
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck the world a lot of people gotta die tonight
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh
Fuck the world
Kill 'em all
One trillion dollars in Africa, Iraq
One trillion dollars and it’s never coming back
One trillion dollars could buy some bad ass drugs
One trillion dollars makes me wanna kill myself
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck the world a lot of people gotta die tonight
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh
Fuck the world, yeah, yeah
Kill 'em all
Until the sun burns from the sky
Until the sun burns so bright this world is no more
Sun burns from the sky...
And all the people are just dust on the ground
One trillion dollars could buy a heart, a soul
One trillion dollars buying nations ... all the world
One trillion dollars could make the fat ladies sing
One trillion dollars, what a bullshit useless thing
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck the world a lot of people gotta die tonight
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh
Fuck the world a lot of people gotta die tonight
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh woah-oh-oh-oh
Shit loads of money spent will show us wrong from right
Fuck the world
Kill 'em all.
08 State Funeral (02:01)
This is the sound of a dropping bomb
After years are we still all content
With being pawns in war game chess?
Shuffled by King George and his English Queen
On a board of autocracy
As fundamentalist citing stories and fables
Of whose god is more righteously skilled
In whose gods' honor that we are all killed...
A dead ringer for Armageddon
Dead ringer dead!
A dead ringer for Armageddon, yeah
Dead ringer dead!
A dead ringer for Armageddon
Dead ringer dead!
This State Funeral, we do not mourn
And still the wicked sleep
And dream of endless years of tyranny
Passed on by incestuous means
Skull and Bone, Freemason reigns
A dead ringer for Armageddon
Dead ringer dead!
A dead ringer for Armageddon, yeah
Dead ringer dead!
A dead ringer for Armageddon
Dead ringer dead!
This State Funeral, we do not mourn
Destroy all adversary - free yourself
Erase the common enemy - free yourself
Extinguishing the quarry - free yourself
Through the smoke screen we seek out justice...
11 The W.T.O. Kills Farmers (03:32)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
I did my best to make it in the world
I plowed by sweat in tears into the fertile
Generation, generation, generated what was needed
for supply to meet demand
The sun shone bright on the ancient range
Then the promise of the future turned the Neo-Liberal Plain
The people's voice shut up, shut down, abstain
Is it gonna take a martyr to end the charade?
They tell you that you're out of luck
While people fall they watch their profits rocket up
S.O.S., this is a global call
You better make a stand
You better make it now
Take back your rights from the IMF, World Bank and Monsanto
S.O.S., this is a global call
You better make a stand
You better make it now
Corporatocracy leads to profits for killers,
profits for killers, no!
Geneva to Washington, Cancun to Seoul
The Corporate Welfare State running out of control
The Corprocrats have got the guns, but their numbers are few
They can kill democracy, but they cannot kill the truth
(So!) Step out on the matrix of the corporate slave
(So!) Step into the world of the living wage
Not for one, not for two, not for three or four
But for every single citizen around the fucking world
The people in the fight of our lives
The spark of revolution in a farmers' suicide
S.O.S., this is a global call
You better make a stand
You better make it now
Take back your rights from the IMF, World Bank and Monsanto
S.O.S., this is a global call
You better make a stand,
You better make it now
Corporatocracy leads to profits for killers
Just a bunch of killers!
profits for killers
When they wage war on you, you lay asleep
When they poison your food, you choose to drink
There's poison in the well!
Yeah!
(Stand Up! Resist!)
Monsanto are killers, k-k-k-k-killers
(Stand Up! Resist!)
Syngenta are killers, k-k-k-k-killers
(Stand Up! Resist!)
The World Bank are killers, k-k-k-k-killers (Stand Up! Resist!)
(Stand Up! Resist!)
The WTO are killers, k-k-k-k-killers (Stand Up! Resist!)
Oh no...
12 Cities Burn (03:03)
Woah oh Woah oh
Woah oh Woah oh
I woke up sweat soaked in the morning
I was mourning freedom buried deep.
Mourning freedom buried deep.
In tickers and broadcasts through power lines.
Freedom buried in sound bites, buried in headlines
And we sing
Woah oh Woah oh
Woah oh Woah oh
A nation in fervor has given up.
No, no, no, this fight has just begun.
With movements and revolutions as few and far between.
As movements and revolutions will ever come to be
This scare is blood soaked red - soaked red
Marked down the last words that you said, as we watched this city
Woah oh Woah oh
Watch it burn!
Woah oh Woah oh
Alright!
It's beaten in and beaten in.
We're coming back around again.
It's beaten in and beaten in.
We're coming back around again
This scare is blood soaked red - soaked red
Marked down the last words that you said, as we watched this city
Fall and hit the ground
No one can ever replace what we've lost now.
Fall and hit the ground
No one can ever replace what we've lost now, yeah!
We're coming back around
Woah oh Woah oh
We're coming back around
Woah oh Woah oh
We're coming back around
Woah oh Woah oh
We're coming back around
Woah oh Woah oh
We're coming back around
Woah oh Woah oh
We're coming back around
Woah oh Woah oh
We're coming back around
Woah oh Woah oh
We're coming back around
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