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#41
Those lyrics have so much striking and beautiful imagery! Thank you!
The title of that song is the reason I checked out the band, who are from Olympia, actually. They sound very extreme and abrasive to most ears, but I often fall asleep listening to that song. It makes me feel better when I'm depressed about things relating to civ/rewilding.

Another one:

Gods On Fire by Korpiklaani

The snow failed to appear,
This year the winter never begun,
Furious storms keep raging,
Nature shows her powers,
Her revenge will be cruel,
Now it’s time to pacify our deeds
Against her,
And hope we still have some time, but…

Seems like it’s too late
And cannot appease
Gods are on fire
Gods are on fire
They won’t lend a hand
What is done, is done

We burned all our bridges,
We thought, we have lot of time,
We decided to leave our debts,
To our children,
Perhaps they are richer,
But there was something we disregarded,
The nature is in us and all the time,
We were hanging ourselves with our own rope,
We are not goin’ to see the kids…

But it’s too late
And cannot appease
Gods are on fire
Gods are on fire
They won’t lend a hand
What is done, is done

#42

Tervaskato (Resinous Stump) by Korpiklaani (originally in Finnish)

Great old man, steady as a rock
The eternal untamable hero.
The guardian of the forests.
Keeps his eye in the wetlands.

He has seen it all, he has heard it all.
He knows it all, he is the master of ot all.
But still he has a lot to see, to experience and to hear

Resin-like blood in his veins.
Hair like spruce needles.

He had seen it all, heard it all, known it all.
He ha mastered it all, seen it all, heard it all.
He had known it all, mastered it all, seen it all.
He had heard it all, known it all, mastered it all.

He has seen the th was.
The battles in his backyard.
He saw the years of hunger.
He lived through the famines.

He has seen it all, he has heard it all.
He knows it all, he is the master of it all.
But still he has a lot to see, to experience and to hear

It wil take many more years
until the death carries the stump away.

He had seen it all, heard it all, known it all.
He ha mastered it all, seen it all, heard it all.
He had known it all, mastered it all, seen it all.
He had heard it all, known it all, mastered it all.

The age of nine heroes.
Has lived the old man.
His roots in the frozen ground.
Hardening his back skin

He has seen it all, he has heard it all.
He knows it all, he is the master of it all.
But still he has a lot to see, to experience and to hear

He has seen it all, he has heard it all.
He knows it all, he is the master of it all.
But still he has a lot to see, to experience and to hear

He had seen it all, heard it all, known it all.
He ha mastered it all, seen it all, heard it all.
He had known it all, mastered it all, seen it all.
He had heard it all, known it all, mastered it all

[Korpiklaani note:
Tervaskanto is not just a stump of a tree, but also a metaphor for an experienced old man, who knows about all aspects of life. All around the Fenno-Ugric language area man has always associated himself with a tree. This can be seen in the significance of for example the wooden seitas of the Sami people or the sacred garden trees of the ancient Finns.]

#43

Not Unlike The Waves by Agalloch

Aurora swims in the ether
Emerald fire scars the night sky
Amber streams from Sol
Are not unlike the waves of the sea
Nor the endless horizon of ice
Aurora swims in the ether
Emerald fire paints the twilight
Heidrun bleeds the golden nectar
For the raising sun and the moon
The midnight wolves who watch over the dawn
Solstafir!!!

…And The Great Cold Death Of The Earth by Agalloch

Life is a clay urn on the mantle
And I am shattered on the floor
Life is a clay urn on the mantle
And I am scattered on the floor
We are the wounds and the great cold death of the earth. . .

“Earth is floating on the waters like an island,
Hanging from four rawhide ropes
Fastened at the top of the Sacred four directions.
The ropes are tied to the ceiling of the sky,
When the ropes break, this world will come
Tumbling down and all living things will fall with it and die. . .”

Life is a clay urn on the mantle
And I am the fragments on the floor
Life is a clay urn on the mantle
And I am the ashes on the floor
We are the wounds and the great cold death of the earth
Darkness and silence, the light shall flicker out. . .

#44

Brother Moon by Amorphis

Free flowing water
The air is so warm
It breathes for you
It sees through you before the storm
And if the lake can’t
Be the sister
To the moon
To the river
To the sun

The leaves are falling
Cutting the moonlight
They brake the waves
Gazing to the stars
And if the lake can’t
Be the sister
To the moon
To the river
To the earth

I know I wouldn’t be strong
Wouldn’t be brother to the moon
I know I wouldn’t be strong
Wouldn’t be the sister to the woods

Here is another soul
Another path
Another God

The White Swan by Amorphis

I set out on a longest road
to seek the answers from Death
I set out to the black sacred stream
to seek out and shoot a white swan

On desolate and stony paths
from a mountain to a vale
I reached the shore and saw it come
into my view, the swan

I took the arrow and raised my bow
I aimed below the graceful neck
under the white of it’s breast
inside the red of it’s heart

The surface of the river calm and black
reflects the sky, the pale moon
and there a glimpse caught of myself
I’m shattered, the vision is ruined

An arrow from the water
a serpent rips my mind
into the black river of Death
with a slash across my heart

My last sight a white swan
behind the swan a starless sky
under the sky a coal black river
reflected a bone white moon

#45

The Big Country
by the Talking Heads

I see the shapes
I remember from maps.
I see the shoreline.
I see the whitecaps.
A baseball diamond;
nice weather down there.
I see the school
and the houses where the kids are.
Places to park
by the fact’ries and buildings.
Restaunts and bars
for later in the evening…

Then we come to the farmlands,
and the undeveloped areas.
And I have learned
how these things work together.
I see the parkway
that passes through them all.
And I have learned
how to look at these things, and I say,

(chorus)
I wouldn’t live there if you paid me.
I wouldn’t live like that, no siree!
I wouldn’t do the things the way those people do.
I wouldn’t live there if you paid me to…

I guess it’s healthy,
I guess the air is clean.
I guess those people
have fun with their neighbors and friends.
Look at that kitchen
and all of that food.
Look at them eat it.
I guess it tastes real good.

They grow it in the farmlands
and they bring it to the stores.
They put it in the car trunk
and they bring it back home, and I say …

(chorus)
I wouldn’t live there if you paid me.
I wouldn’t live like that, no siree!
I wouldn’t do the things the way those people do.
I wouldn’t live there if you paid me to…

I’m tired of looking
out the window of the airplane.
I’m tired of travelling;
I want to be somewhere.
It’s not even worth talking
about those people down there.

Goo goo ga ga ga.
Goo goo ga ga ga.

#46

RISE
by Baroness

Rise
Circle
Greet the sun
Serpent Coils Unwind
Pressure blood from stone
Now do valleys open wide
Now like rust do we reach out
Now do clouds burst forth under weight
Rise
Rest your Shield
Lay down your plow
Wake Inhale Listen Rise
Have you ever seen the scarlet day
Or felt the calloused hand of age
You till the land and bring to home
Muscle flesh and blood to bone
Taste this oaken grain
Grab it’s horns and not the reins

#47

When Water Comes to Life
by Cloud Cult

and when the angels come
they’ll cut you down the middle
to see if you’re still there
to see if you’re still there

and underneath your ribs
they’ll find the heart shaped locket
an old photograph of you in daddy’s arms

and then they’ll sew you closed
and give you back to the water
from where we’re all born
from where we’re all born

and you’ll feed the ghosts
and you’ll feed the living
you’ll be a stranger
and you’ll a friend

you’ll be the leper
and you’ll be the healer
you’ll be the hero
and the tragedy

and when they sew you closed
they’ll give you back to the water
from where we’re all born
from where we’re all born

and when they burn your body
all thats left is sand crystals
two tiny handfuls
all the rest is water, water, water

all you need to know
is you were born of water
you are made of water
you are living water, water, water

all you need to know
is you were born of water
you are made of water
you are living water, water, water

all you need to know
is you were born of water
you are made of water
you are living water, water, water

#48

Stone River
by JJ Cale

Stone river
Water ain’t runnin’ no more
Stone river
Water ain’t runnin’ no more
Man he done cut if off
And moved it all around
There ain’t no river runnin’
No water can’t be found
Stone river
Water ain’t runnin’ no more
Fish ain’t swimmin’
Ain’t no fish around nowhere
Fish ain’t swimmin’
Ain’t nobody seem to care
They botteled up and dammed it
Choked it up and jammed it
Killed the life around it
And stole it like a bandit
Stone river
Water ain’t runnin’ no more
What used to be a river
Now is just an empty site
Ain’t no vegetation
It’s just an agitation
It don’t seem right
There ain’t no trees a growin’
No animals are showin’
What used to be a stream
Now is just a dream
Stone river

Water ain’t runnin’ nowhere
Stone river
Water ain’t runnin’ no more
Man he done cut it off
And moved it all around
There ain’t no river runnin’
No water can’t be found
Stone river

Water ain’t runnin’ no more
They botteled up and dammed it
Choked it up and jammed it
Killed the life around it
And stole it like a bandit
Stone river

Water ain’t runnin’ no more
There ain’t no trees a growin’
No animals are showin’
What used to be a stream
Is now just a dream
Stone river
Water ain’t runnin’ nowhere
Stone river
Water ain’t runnin’ no more

#49

[quote=“jhereg, post:48, topic:658”]Stone River
by JJ Cale[/quote]

wow. ghost rivers.

!!!

#50

On a tour a few years ago, John pointed that river out to me. We were south of L.A. headed toward San Diego and it was off to the left of the highway. There was the river bed, with all of the rounded cobblestones, dry as an old bone, not even a drop of water. It was a powerful, sad image. I see that ghost of a river every time I hear that song.

-Rocky Frisco

#51

Hazey Jane II
by Nick Drake

And what will happen in the morning
when the world it gets so crowded
that you can’t look out the window in the morning?

And what will happen in the evening
in the forest with the weasel
with the teeth that bite so sharp
when you’re not looking in the evening?

And all the friends that you once knew are left behind
they kept you safe and so secure amongst the books
and all the records of your lifetime.

What will happen
In the morning
When the world it gets so crowded
that you can’t look out the window
in the morning?

Hey, take a little while to grow your brother’s hair
And now, take a little while to make your sister fair.

And now that the family
Is part of a chain
Take off your eyeshade
Start over again.

Now take a little while to find your way in here
Now take a little while to make your story clear.

Now that you’re lifting
Your feet from the ground
Weigh up your anchor
And have a look round.

Let’s sing a song
For Hazey Jane
She’s back again in my mind.
If songs were lines
In a conversation
The situation would be fine.

#52

I heard this again today, and it struck me as oddly appropriate, given the news.

Just to provide some background, it’s a mock call from the Secretary of War to the Prime Minister of an unknown country.

“Kinky Sex (Makes the World go 'Round)” by the Dead Kennedy’s

[center]Greetings:This is the Secretary of War at the State Department
of the United States
We have a problem.
The companies want something done about this sluggish
world economic situation
Profits have been running a little thin lately
and we need to stimulate some growth
Now we know
there’s an alarmingly high number of young people roaming
around in your country with nothing to do but stir up trouble
for the police and damage private property.
It doesn’t look like they’ll ever get a job
It’s about time we did something constructive with these people
We’ve got thousands of 'em here too. They’re crawling all over
The companies think it’s time we all sit down, have a serious get-together-
And start another war
The President?
He loves the idea! All those missiles streaming overhead to and fro
Napalm
People running down the road, skin on fire
The Soviets seem up for it:
The Kremlin’s been itching for the real thing for years.
Hell, Afghanistan’s no fun
So whadya say?
We don’t even have to win this war.
We just want to cut down on some of this excess population
Now look. Just start up a draft; draft as many of those people as you can.
We’ll call up every last youngster we can get our hands on,
hand 'em some speed, give 'em an hour or two to learn how to use
an automatic rifle and send 'em on their way
Libya? El Salvador? How 'bout Northern Ireland?
Or a “moderately repressive regime” in South America?
We’ll just cook up a good Soviet threat story
in the Middle East-we need that oil
We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy’s hit squad
didn’t even show up. I tell ya
That man is unreliable.
The Kremlin had their fingers on the button just like we did for that one
Now just think for a minute-We can make this war so big-so BIG
The more people we kill in this war, the more the economy will prosper
We can get rid of practically everybody on your dole queue if we plan this right.
Take every loafer on welfare right off our computer rolls
Now don’t worry about demonstrations-just pump up your drug supply.
So many people have hooked themselves on heroin
and amphetamines since we took over, it’s just like Vietnam.
We had everybody so busy with LSD they never got too strong.
Kept the war functioning just fine
It’s easy.
We’ve got our college kids so interested in beer
they don’t even care if we start manufacturing germ bombs again.
Put a nuclear stockpile in their back yard,
they wouldn’t even know what it looked like
So how 'bout it? Look-War is money.
The arms manufacturers tell me unless
we get our bomb factories up to full production
the whole economy is going to collapse
The Soviets are in the same boat.
We all agree the time has come for the big one, so whadya say?!?
That’s excellent. We knew you’d agree
The companies will be very pleased. [/center]

#53

(Nothing But) Flowers
by The Talking Heads

Here we stand
Like an Adam and an Eve
Waterfalls
The Garden of Eden
Two fools in love
So beautiful and strong
The birds in the trees
Are smiling upon them
From the age of the dinosaurs
Cars have run on gasoline
Where, where have they gone?
Now, it’s nothing but flowers

There was a factory
Now there are mountains and rivers
you got it, you got it

We caught a rattlesnake
Now we got something for dinner
we got it, we got it

There was a shopping mall
Now it’s all covered with flowers
you’ve got it, you’ve got it

If this is paradise
I wish I had a lawnmower
you’ve got it, you’ve got it

Years ago
I was an angry young man
I’d pretend
That I was a billboard
Standing tall
By the side of the road
I fell in love
With a beautiful highway
This used to be real estate
Now it’s only fields and trees
Where, where is the town
Now, it’s nothing but flowers
The highways and cars
Were sacrificed for agriculture
I thought that we’d start over
But I guess I was wrong

Once there were parking lots
Now it’s a peaceful oasis
you got it, you got it

This was a Pizza Hut
Now it’s all covered with daisies
you got it, you got it

I miss the honky tonks,
Dairy Queens, and 7-Elevens
you got it, you got it

And as things fell apart
Nobody paid much attention
you got it, you got it

I dream of cherry pies,
Candy bars, and chocolate chip cookies
you got it, you got it

We used to microwave
Now we just eat nuts and berries
you got it, you got it

This was a discount store,
Now it’s turned into a cornfield
you got it, you got it

Don’t leave me stranded here
I can’t get used to this lifestyle

#54

So Says I
by The Shins

An address to the golden door
I was strumming on a stone again
pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched
a tragic opera in my mind…
and it told of a new design
in which every soul is duty bound
to uphold all the statutes of boredom therein lies
the fatal flaw of the red age.

Because it was nothing like we’d ever dreamt,
our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
and because it made no money nobody saved no one’s life tonight.

So we burned all our uniforms
and let nature take its course again
and the big ones just eat all the little ones
that sent us back to the drawing board.

In our darkest hours
we have all asked for some
angel to come
sprinkle his dust all around
but all our crying voices they can’t turn it around
and you’ve had some crazy conversations of your own.

We’ve got rules and maps and guns in our backs
but we still can’t just behave ourselves
even if to save our own lives, so says I, we are a brutal kind.

Cause this is nothing like we’d ever dreamt
tell Sir Thomas More we’ve got another failed attempt
cause if it makes them money they might just give you life this time.

#55

I love this video:

#56

I decided months ago that this first song is my theme song. It is the best song for getting people pissed off and wanting to fight for the world.

Stand Strong by Blackfire

Need our hands, lay to rest our skeletons
Calm the nightmares of our children
Need our feet, so we don’t die on our knees,
So that we can fight for our liberty

Stand strong, follow your heart

Need our eyes, so that we can find, this dark cloud’s silver lie
Need our hearts, calm the aching of these scars
Before we forget, who we are

I am not your memory i am not sure
That you can see past the hate and greed
I am not your enemy

Stand strong, follow your heart

Need our hands, hold onto to what we can
No compromise! Defend our sacred land!

Stand strong, follow your heart stand strong

One Nation Under

Coming from the 3rd world
Born for this cause
Buried my heart at the haulocausts
One nation under manipulation, brutalization, domination
One nation under

Pushing the 4th world
Cant begin to count the loss
Free trade the new gun is raised
And how many lives will it cost?
One nation under assimilation , extermination , annihilation
One nation under

Shi keyah hozhon, what have they done?

They will never make us stop…
The truth will always resurface to the top
Behind their cover ups and crooked cops
They will never make us stop
They can never make us

Shi keyah hozhon, what have they done?

#57

My buddies Blackbird Raum got their new album out. I would think folks here would find them interesting lyrically if not musically. Their lyrics are at http://www.anti-politics.net/raum/swidden-insert.pdf for your perusal.

www.anti-politcs.net/raum

#58

Gods On Fire

by Korpiklaani

The snow failed to appear,
This year the winter never begun,
Furious storms keep raging,
Nature shows her powers,
Her revenge will be cruel,
Now it’s time to pacify our deeds
Against her,
And hope we still have some time but…

Seems like it’s too late
And cannot appease
Gods are on fire
Gods are on fire
They won’t lend a hand
What is done, is done

We burned all our bridges,
We thought, we have lot of time,
We dicided to leave our debts,
To our children,
Perhaps they are richer,
But there was something we disregarded,
That nature is in us and all the time,
We were hanging ourselves with our own rope,
We are not going to see the kids…

But it’s too late
And cannot appease
Gods are on fire
Gods are on fire
They won’t lend a hand
What is done, is done

#59

Primordial:

[size=12pt]Empire Falls[/size]

A cold wind is blowing
Through the graves it is blowing
And it bares a poisoned tongue
And the foul breath of deceit

I am my fathers son
And his deeds
Cannot be undone… be undone

You trade in his blood
Writing your history
In the sacrifices of the dead

Where is the fighting man?
Am I he?
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories

Every empire will fall
Every monument crumble
Forgotten men who watch the centuries

Whose silent words
Rise up in betrayal
We will rise up in betrayal

Where is the fighting man?
Am I he?
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories

Every empire falls
And the earth to ashes turn
The lands of my birth
Shall be my tomb

The are the lands, the lands of my birth
Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past
And when the sky should fall
The earth to ashes turn
Then you know they shall be my tomb

Where is the fighting man?
I am he
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories

#60

primordial is awesome.