Welterusten, meneer de president

Fuck the Middle East
There's too many problems
They just get in the way
We sure could live without them
They hijack our plans
They raise our oil prices
We'll kill them all and have a ball
BEIRUT, LEBANON - won't exist once we're done
LIBYA, IRAN - we'll flush the bastards down
the con
SYRIANS AND SHITES - crush their faces with
our might
Then ISRAEL and EGYPT can live in peace
without these dicks

Not The One

I'm not the one who made the world what it is today
I'm not the one who caused the problems started long ago
But now I deal with all the consequences that troubles our times
I carry on and never once have even questioned why

I'm innocent
But the wieght of the world is on my shoulders
I'm innocent
But the battles started are far from over

We're not the ones who leave the homeless in the streets at night
We're not the ones who've kept minorities and women down
Still we grow and then the problems they become our own
We carry on without even realizing why

We're innocent
But the weight of the world is on our shoulders
We're innocent
But the battles left us are far from over

We're not the ones whose pollution blackened our skies
And ruined the streams
We're not the ones who made the nuclear bombs
That threaten our lives
We're not the ones who let the children starve in faraway lands
We're not the ones who made the streets unsafe to walk at night

And even if we try and not become so overwhelmed
And if we make some contribution to the plight we see
Still our descendents will inherit our mistakes of today
They'll suffer just the same as we and never wonder why

You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer, who you gonna kill next

I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next

Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir, turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away

We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range

We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range

We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range

We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range

We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range

Roger Waters - The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range

Het leven krijgt een beetje kleur
iedereen een goed humeur
Oh wat is het leven fijn als de zon schijnt
De tuin in met een lekker boek
Je buurvrouw in haar onderbroek
Oh wat is het leven fijn als de zon schijnt.

*War has caused unrest

Among the younger generation
Induction then destruction
Who wants to die?

War-huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again

War-huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Yeah

War-I despise
'Cos it means destruction

Of innocent lives
War means tears
To thousands of mothers how
When their sons go off to fight
And lose their lives

I said
War-huh

It's an enemy of all mankind
No point of war
'Cos you're a man

*(Repeat)

Give it to me one time-now
Give it to me one time-now

War has shattered
Many young men's dreams
We've got no place for it today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord, there's just got to be a better way

It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War

War
War-Good God, now

Now
Give it to me one time now
Now now
What is it good for?

"What we've got here is failure to
communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land

And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war

I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway

He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.

He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn't kill,
And he knows he always will,
Kill you for me my friend and me for you.

And he's fighting for Canada,
He's fighting for France,
He's fighting for the USA,
And he's fighting for the Russians,
And he's fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.

And he's fighting for Democracy,
He's fighting for the Reds,
He says it's for the peace of all.
He's the one who must decide,
Who's to live and who's to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.

But without him,
How would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
He's the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can't go on.

He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can't you see,
This is not the way we put the end to war.

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We varen uit naar Libanon
Als vredesmacht wie had dat nou gedacht
Met zonneolie en kanon
Gaan wij naar libanon

Met zegen van de koningin
Van uno carter en begin
Met God en Allah en pardon
Gaan wij naar Libanon

M'n liefste heus het duurt niet lang
Ach moeder lief toe wees niet bang
Ik neem je in gedachten mee
Misschien zie je me op teevee

Wij vervullen onze vredestaak
Met in de mond een vreemde smaak
't Is net een grote oefening
Want de doden zijn gering

Ja daar is nou ons leger voor
De vrede lokt de strijd gaat door
Oh Israeliet en Palestijn
Wilt gij geen broeders zijn

Er is weer rooie Libanon
Heel onverwacht wie had dat nou gedacht

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M'n slapie is mijn beste vriend geworden
M'n haar mag groeien en de groetplicht is voorbij
Een homo is tot kapitein bevorderd
Hij deelt de lakens uit maar soms lijkt het wel zij

Ik word een technisch specialist, da's goed voor later
In de kantine staat een flipperautomaat
Als je te rechts bent sla je hier geheid een flater
Het is het welzijn der soldaat waar het om gaat

Ze praten hier ook over sexed
En over 't militair kompleks
Napalm en de bom op China
Rusland, drugs en Dolle Mina

Oranje boven, Oranje boven
Voor God en Vaderland
Oranje boven, Oranje boven
Voor de welvaart in ons land
Oranje boven, Oranje boven
Voor God en Vaderland
Oranje boven, Oranje boven
Met de Navo in ons land

Een staatsgreep hoef je hier niet te verwachten
Want onze prins voert nu al jaren het bevel
Die heeft het zelf al zwaar genoeg met rechtse machten
Als er gegrepen wordt staat hij toch buitenspel

We worden opgeleid om staking te bestrijden
Zo gaan we ook nog hand in hand met 't kapitaal
In deze tijd valt er geen staking te vermijden
Maar een fabrieksbezetting geeft pas flink kabaal

Want met het leger aan je zij
Verdeel je heel de rijstebrij
De 1 een beetje meer dan jij
Kapitalisten sluit de rij

Oranje boven, Oranje boven
Voor God en Vaderland
Oranje boven, Oranje boven
Met de NAVO hand in hand
Oranje boven, Oranje boven
Voor God en Vaderland
Oranje boven, 't is niet te geloven
Maar geen fascisme in ons land

The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"
The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside.

He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why."

Down in the long narrow hall he was led
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
And she never once took the crown from her head
She asked him there to sit down.

He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young
But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won
And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun
And now will you tell me why?"

Well, the young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
She said, "You won't understand and you may as well not try"
But her face was a child's and he thought she would cry
But she closed herself up like a fan.

She said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread
It cuts me inside and often I've bled"
He laid his hand then on top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground.

"Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel ?
As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
But I won't march again on your battlefield"
And he took her to the window to see.

And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
And she wanted more than she ever could say
But she knew how it frightened her and she turned away
And would not look at his face again.

He said, "I want to live as an honest man
To get all I deserve and to give all I can
And to love a young woman who I don't understand
Your highness, your ways are very strange."

But the crown, it had fallen and she thought she would break
And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
She would only be a moment inside.

Out in the distance her order was heard
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred
The battle continued on.

Suzanne Vega

Het heeft misschien niet echt veel met de actualiteit te maken. Behalve als je in plaats van aan Russen aan terroristen denkt.
Heb de tekst niet bij de hand.

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

Russians
From the album The Dream of the Blue Turtles (A&M)
Words and music by Sting

In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russian love their children too

How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy
There is no monopoly of common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put words in the mouth of the president
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie we don't believe anymore
Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us me and you
Is that the Russians love their children too

Your name is big brother
You say that you're watching me on the tele,
Seeing me go nowhere,
Your name is big brother,
You say that you're tired of me protesting,
Children dying everyday,
My name is nobody
But I can't wait to see your face inside my door.

Your name is big brother
You say that you got me all in your notebook,
Writing it down everyday,
Your name is I'll see ya,
I'll change if you vote me in as the pres,
The President of your soul
I live in the ghetto,
You just come to visit me 'round election time.

I live in the ghetto,
Someday I will move on my feet to the other side,
My name is secluded,
we live in a house the size of a matchbox,
Roaches live with us wall to wall,
You've killed all our leaders,
I don't even have to do nothin' to you,
You'll cause your own country to fall.

Southpark - The Movie

Ja echt!

Als iemand hem nog kent.... Blame Canada!

Hij is klein van stuk en hij is groot en fors,
zijn wapens zijn van staal en steen en hout.
Hij is dertig jaar of meer, en hij is nog maar zeventien,
als soldaat is hij al eeuwen oud.
Hij is een muzelman, een hindoe, een atheist, een Jood,
katholiek en doopsgezind, gereformeerd,
en al duizend jaar doodt hij mij voor jou voor mij,
en toch weet hij heel goed, doden is verkeerd.
Hij vecht voor Groot-Brittanie, en voor Amerika,
hij vecht voor Portugal en Pakistan,
en hij vecht ook voor de Russen en hij denkt, terwijl hij werkt,
dat hij zo een eind aan oorlog maken kan.
En hij vecht voor communisme, en voor de monarchie,
hij zegt, 't is voor de vrede van het land.
Hij, die uit te maken heeft wie er sterft en verder leeft,
en toch ziet hij nooit het teken aan de wand.

Maar als hij er niet geweest was, had Hitler nooit een kans,
zonder hem had Caesar slechts alleen gestaan,
Hij maakt van zichzelf een wapen dat gebruikt kan worden in de strijd,
en door hem zal al dat moorden verder gaan.
Hij is de eeuwige soldaat, en hij is werkelijk de schuld,
zijn orders komen heus niet van zo ver,
hij krijgt ze hier vandaan, van jou en mij, z'n leiders dat zijn wij,
zo maken we geen eind aan't 't oorlogsleed.

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Don't start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right
Called careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation?

Oliver's army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today

There was a checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you've been on the murder mile

Only takes one itchy trigger
One more widow, one less white nigger

(Chorus)

Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by a Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne

But there's no danger
It's a professional career
Though it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear

If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg

(Chorus)

En thans, broeders en zusters, willen wij gezamenlijk zingen,
dat heerlijke lied: Knolraap en lof, schorseneren en prei,
op bladzijde vijfentachtig van onze bundel.

Rampen bedreigen het menselijk leven
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Waar zijn geloof, hoop en liefde gebleven
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Gif in de bodem, lawaaiige buren
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Buien en lagere temperaturen
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Libanon, El Salvador, Suriname
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Weekbladenroddel en etherreclame
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Degeneratie en makelaardij
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Heel onze wereld wordt één woestenij
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Dalende omzet en stijgende lasten
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Liegen, bedriegen, oneerbaar betasten
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Vuil en verval en terreur in de straten
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Popidioten en voetbalfanaten
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Kwalijke ziekten en vieze gezwellen
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U hoef ik zeker wel niets te vertellen
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Duistere driften en afgoderij
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Wie zal ons redden, wie maakt ons weer vrij
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Overal zien wij ze groeien, de horden
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Mensen die steeds minder menselijk worden
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Mensen die jengelen, mensen die bulken
Knolraap en lof, schorseneren en prei

Mensen die lasteren en schimpen en pulken
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Mensen, gespeend van gevoel en geweten
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En wat die mensen niet allemaal eten
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