Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Spice Must Flow, artist - From Monument To Masses. Album song Schools of Thought Contend, in the genre Пост-рок
Date of issue: 12.09.2005
Record label: Dim Mak Records
Song language: English
The Spice Must Flow |
«Are there guns to deal with genocide, expatriation? |
Are there arms to hold the |
exodus? |
We have been moved, we have been parcel posted, first by water then by |
air, to be removed then dumped into the inner-city ghettos.» |
— Anonymous |
«But the long line of military dictators seemed to offer no real change. |
The only change came from America as we increased our troop commitments in |
support of governments which were singularly corrupt, inept, and without |
popular support. |
All the while the people read our leaflets. |
Now they languish |
under our bombs, and consider us the real enemy. |
The move sadly and |
apathetically as we herd them off the land of their fathers. |
They know they |
must move on or be destroyed by our bombs.» |
— Martin Luther King, Jr. |
«I look at it this way: My part in this thing may well have been something that |
the US government might be looking at somewhat with a guilt complex, |
and the less said about it by the United States government the better.» |
— Paul Tibbets |
That nation’s capital doors are wide open. |
This nation’s capital steps have been closed. |
That nation’s capital current is bleeding. |
Re-route that currency right back home. |
Why don’t you tell me again about «making the world safe for democracy»? |
Why don’t you tell me again about «manifest destiny»? |
What’s «destiny» today? |
«What does it mean to be a colony? |
It means that the wealth of the island, |
its resources, and the labor of its people are brought back to the United |
States, to the profit of big corporations. |
The United States imposes its own |
language, a tourist culture of prostitution, big hotels, gambling, |
military bases, the destruction of agriculture which force people off the land. |
— Bernardine Dohrn |
«By tomorrow it well be too late. |
From this day forward, my people will crouch |
and conspire and plot and plan for the inevitable day when your cities lie |
buried under rubble, when the sea is a dead sea, and the land is a wasteland, |
out of which I will lead my people from their captivity, and that day is upon |
you now!» |
— Caesar from Planet of the Apes |