"The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the
manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words,
you can control the people who must use the words."
(Philip K.Dick)
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"Folle di ragazzi vestiti uguali in tutto il mondo
Resiste il mito di una gioventù veloce
Con fine precoce
Cobain agnello americano
Schiacciato dal peso del mondo
Sono anch’io a mio modo un maledetto
Sopravvissuto alla noia
Sentivo addosso come un senso di colpa
Corteggiavo la morte
Cambiare il punto di vista
A volte diventa un bisogno
Viene il tempo di reagire
Di alzare la testa
Miseramente si appassiscono
I fiori del male
Viene il tempo di un lavoro
Di cuore e di braccia
Tenacemente erigere ponti
Tra indire ed il fare
Sfuggo ai pericoli
A costo di imborghesirmi un po’
Poi mi misuro in qualche prova di volontà
Sorrido a tutti ché le mie energie negative
Potrebbero tornarmi addosso"
(Di cuore di braccia - Mario Venuti)
"Eye to eye stand winners and losers
hurt by envy, cut by greed
Face to face with their own disillusions
The scars of old romances still on their cheeks.
And when blow by blow
the passion dies sweet little death
just have been lies.
Some memories of gone by times would still recall the lies.
The first cut won't hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder.
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding I start screaming.
It's too late the decision is made by fate
Time to prove what forever should last.
Whose feelings are so true as to stand the test?
Whose demands are so strong as to parry all attempts?
And when blow by blow
the passion dies sweet little death
just have been lies.
Some memories of gone by times will still recall the lies.
The first cut won't hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder.
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding I start screaming."
(Eye to Eye - Propaganda)
"Steso sul filo
di una gloria che non c'è
disincantato, disarmato per aver
perso di vista 
perso di vista te stesso
Appeso al grido
di una folla che non c'è
amareggiato disorientato per aver
perso di vista
perso di vista te stesso
Stai vivendo un equilibrio precario
Steso all'ombra
di una vita che non c'è 
rammaricato tormentato per aver
perso di vista
perso di vista te stesso
Stai vivendo un equilibrio precario
Steso sul filo
di una gloria che non c'è
demotivato insoddisfatto per aver
perso di vista
perso di vista te stesso "
(Equilibrio Precario - Carmen Consoli )
"Bass! How low can you go?
Death row what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got numb
Can't I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records they sell
'Cause a brother like me said "Well
Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
What he can say to you, what you ought to do"
Follow for now, power to the people say,
"Make a miracle. D, pump the lyrical"
Black is back, all in, we're gonna win
Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again
Turn it up! Bring tha noize!
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music that the critics are blasting me for
They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now across the country as us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to wait
Till we get it right
Radio Stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play this
Turn it up! Bring tha noize!
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know
You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run DMC first said a deejay could be a band
Stand on its feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hell
Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells
Ever forever, universal, it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it
Turn it up! Bring tha noize!
From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast dose
Rock with some pizzazz, it will last why you ask?
Roll with the rockstars, still never get accepted as
We got to pleed the fifth, we can investigate
Don't need to wait, get the record straight
Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor Terminator
X to sign checks, play to get paid
We got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
Yeah, I'm telling you "
(Bring The Noise- Public Enemy)
"Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night
Once I ran to you
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Oh...tainted love
Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
You don't really want it any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you'll think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way
Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I'm going to pack my things and go
Tainted love, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Tainted love"
(Tainted Love - Soft Cell)