Spinning Black Gold

Since the '20s in the crosshairs of the RAF... just another change in empire.  Whether blessing or a curse, the desert bleeds to death... another victim of the vampire.  Our family's been here for a thousand years; we're gonna be here for a thousand more.  We've seen you come, we've had to dry our tears, and then we've always shown you the door. Finally... yours to bleed... spinning black gold.  Meanwhile you've agreed... your first born sold. Was it worth it all - your addiction fed - a few hundred people rich, a few hundred thousand dead?  I think you'd better learn your history before you teach us to be "civilized".  You'd think that we'd be falling at your feet if it were true our people worship violence.  You say you can't leave 'til the peace is won; if you break it then it's yours to buy.  But you're just doing what you've always done: make up shit, invade, and occupy.  Finally... yours to bleed... spinning black gold.  Meanwhile you've agreed... your first born sold. Sometimes there ain't no graceful way to fail.  Ain't gonna be no happy ending, man - this ain't no fucking fairy tale.  Since the '20s in the crosshairs of the RAF... just another change in empire. Revenge is vowed with every dying breath... and it all just only fuels the fire.  Finally... yours to bleed... spinning black gold.  Meanwhile you've agreed... your first born sold. | Support: La'Onf

The Stranger

With the deep seed of division firmly planted in his head, he said: "We're at each other's throats and now just look where we've been led." But in the end it all just flows as one, the blood we will have bled. "And many nights I've wondered, and many times I've tried to understand those with whom I don't see eye to eye. I can no longer think of home and feel a sense of pride, but they say it's all done fair and square," and a teardrop swelled up in his eye. He shook his head and he asked himself: "How can this be true? It's as if nobody sees the things we're being made to do." Will we still be able to turn back when all of this is through? "And many nights I've wondered, and many times I've tried to understand the reason no one will stand by my side. For I see darkness up ahead but still onward we ride. This place no longer feels like home," and the stranger... began to cry. He realized after he had left the shores of his beloved motherland: "I feel less allegiance to a flag than a brotherhood of man." But are we to merely cross frontiers, leaving them as they stand? "And many nights I've sat and prayed that with the passing time, a little luck, and a lot of love this world could yet grow wise. But I can't escape, my thoughts, they turn to all those who have died. And all I can say is I'm sorry," the stranger said as he cried. Miles away, across the sea, in a place previously unknown, he said: "Although far away in a foreign land, here I feel more at home." But who's to say if he'll ever find somewhere to call his own? "And many nights I've wandered, and tried to see what I could see. Found out I'll never be alone among those who disagree. For I sleep out under the stars, but with no guns by my side; not a cowboy, but a stranger." And onward... the stranger rides. | Support: Neve Shalom / Wahat al-Salam

We Regret To Inform You

There's a mother out there whose kids are off dying.  There's a mother out there fearing a knock on the door.  There's a mother out there my words have set crying.  Not sure if I can take any more. There was a mother out there - the bad news had just hit her.  There was a mother out there for whom the worst was in store.  There was a mother out there - you know they drowned her whole litter.  This story, I've told it before: One went out before his men, but three more did he save.  Another on the front line took it to an early grave.  A third was blown clean apart, but they say he felt no pain.  And it's all I can do not to let on that her sons, they died in vain. There's a brother out there convinced he knows wrong from right.  There's a brother out there whose brothers followed him to war.  There's a brother out there who keeps his mother lying awake nights, not sure if she can take any more.  There was a brother out there convinced his side had to win.  There was a brother out there convinced his brother's side was wrong.  There was a brother out there who tore another limb from limb, and a mother wondering how all this could go on.  One went out before his men, but three more did he save.  Another on the front line took it to an early grave.  A third was blown clean apart, but they say he felt no pain.  And it's all I can do not to let on that her sons, they died in vain. There's a mother out there whose kids are off dying.  There's a mother out there who bears it all so damn well.  There's a mother out there to whom we must go on lying, for the truth would damn us all to hell.  There's a mother out there - "We regret to inform you... your sons were killed in the war. But they always make me ask: Is there any chance you've got any more?"  One went out before his men, but three more did he save.  Another on the front line took it to an early grave.  A third was blown clean apart, but they say he felt no pain.  And it's all I can do not to let on that her sons, they died in vain. | Support: Military Families Speak Out

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