Friday, August 17, 2012

Rage Against the Machine – Bulls on Parade - Paul Ryan in “Wonderland”



Paul Ryan “likes” Rage Against the Machine music.  Doesn’t understand the lyrics.  One of those chosen privileged few in America that can tip toe through life and not give a shit or understand let alone touch humanity.

http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/music-arts/enraged-rage-machine-tom-morello-paul-ryan-embodiment-machine-music-raging-article-1.1138507

"Bulls on Parade" addresses the American military-industrial complex, a situation in which industry (the arms industry, primarily) urges government to take military action, with the intent of obtaining military contracts, to thereby increase its revenue. The idiom "bulls on parade" refers to a bull market. The symbol may also mean the muscularity of American responses to complex problems, acting more like bulls showing off with violence rather than pursuing diplomatic means. Also the verse, "They rally around the family, with a pocket full of shells" could refer to the composer's belief that American politicians in both parties represent the family as an integral part of their policies, but in actuality they use this as a "scarecrow" tactic because they really have pockets full of ammo ("shells") catering to the military-industrial complex. - - - Wikipedia

Lyrics:

Come with it now 
Come with it now 

The microphone explodes, shattering the molds 
Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode 
With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop 
Drop and don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt 
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' the thirst of the power drones 
That five sided fist-a-gon 
The rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger 
Tha triggers cold empty your purse 

They rally round the family 
With a pocket full of shells 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/rage+against+the+machine/bulls+on+parade_20113430.html ] 
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes 
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal 
I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library 
Line up to the mind cemetary, now 
What we don't know keeps the contracts alive an movin' 
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em 
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells 
Rally round tha family, pocket full of shells 

Rally round the family 
With a pocket full of shells 

They rally round the family 
With a pocket full of shells 

Bulls on parade 

Come with it now 
Come with it now 

No comments: