Recopilando música apocalíptica para el Mad Max

voxpopuli · 17 Oct 2015

Racopilemos música apocalíptica para cuando nos alcance el mad max.

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Foretold calamities of earthquake tsunami’s
Airplanes buildings and smoke screens unfolding
Bodies’ burning as the death count is rising
The smell predicts a city under rubble of stone and brick

I am only me but we are many
Lift where you stand, this weight we will carry

Volcano’s and tornadoes floods and fountains moving mountains Wars rumors of wars one horse two horse three horse four Famine and antiestéticast dominion over the beast As your prophet lays for three days dead in street No rainbows the cock crows behold a white horse and his great sword

I am only me but we are many
Lift where you stand this weight we will carry

Oh how the blood will run on your knees praying for kingdom come.

The eastern world it is explodin',
violence flarin', bullets loadin',
you're old enough to kill but not for votin',
you don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Can't you see the antiestéticar that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be noone to save with the world in a grave,
take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
and marches alone can't bring integration,
when human respect is disintegratin',
this whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Tehn take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
but when your eturn, it's the same old place,
the poundin' of the drums, th pride and disgrace,
you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,
and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Now when you climb into your bed tonight
And when you lock and bolt the door
Just think of those out in the cold and dark
'Cause there's not enough love to go around

And sympathy is what we need my friend
And sympathy is what we need
And sympathy is what we need my friend
'Cause there's not enough love to go around
No, there's not enough love to go around

Now half the world hates the other half
And half the world has all the food
And half the world lies down and quietly starves
'Cause there's not enough love to go around

And sympathy is what we need my friend
And sympathy is what we need
And sympathy is what we need my friend
'Cause there's not enough love to go around
No, there's not enough love to go around

EL CURIOSO IMPERTINENTE · 17 Oct 2015