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Rammstein - Mein Land (anti-yankee song making fun of U.S. imperialistic idiocy and hypocrisy and brainwashed american people)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNNR8UX7oKk

(translation)

Where are you going? Where?
I'm going with myself from east to south

Where are you going? Where?
I'm going with myself from south to west

Where are you going? Where?
I'm going with myself from west to north

There he comes running
With the flag in his hands
My land, my land

Here you are in my land
My land, my land

Here you are in my land
My land, my land

Where are you going? Where?
I'm going with myself from north to east

Where are you going? Where?
I'm going with myself from east to west

Where are you going? Where?
I'm going alone from land to land.

And nothing and no one
Invites me to stay
My land, my land

Here you are in my land
My land, my land

Here you are in my land
My waves and my shore
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah

A voice out of the light
Falls out off the sky's face
Tears apart the horizon
Where do you go to, here is no space left for you

This is my land
This is my land
This is my land

My land, my land
Here you are in my land

My land, my land
Here you are in my land
My waves and my shore
My land

Banished, my land
Banishing, my land
Forgotten, my land
I've got no place to stay
My land

Fucking hell.

Fatherland, flags, marching, burning, fighting...

All a bit militant for my taste. I'd take John lennon over this any day.

myrnova wrote:(4) Inti Illimani - El Pueblo Unido (anti-yankee most important song ever)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7F_9FEx7ymg

(translation)

The people united will never be defeated,
The people united will never be defeated...

Arise, sing
We are going to win.
Flags of unity
are now advancing.
And you will come
marching together with me,
and so you'll see
your song and your flag blossom.
The light
of a red dawn
already announces
the life to come.

Arise, fight
the people are going to win.
The life to come
will be better.
To conquer
our happiness.
and a clamor
of a thousand fighting voices will rise,
speaking
a song of freedom.
With determination
the fatherland will win.

And now the people,
who are rising in struggle
with a giant voice
crying out: Forward!

The people united will never be defeated,
The people united will never be defeated...

The fatherland is
forging unity,
from north to south
they're mobilizing.
From the salt mines
burning and mineral
to the southern forests.
united in struggle and labor
they go
covering the fatherland.
Their steps already
Announce the future.

Arise, sing
the people are going to win
millions now
are imposing the truth
Their steel battalions
are on fire,
taking in their hands
justice and reason.
Woman
with fire and courage
is already here
Along side the worker.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhpSwSBbdxM

John Lennon is pop music. This is a popular anthem (anti-yankee international socialist song ). In Italy everyone sing it, even priests. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0XHsOIZ1kM



VIVA CHILE! YANKEE GO HOME! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uCC-venMtU

The Beatles - Back in the USSR

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxyISsA0Oh0

Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed last night
On the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man, I had a dreadful flight
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah

Been away so long I hardly knew the place
Gee, it's good to be back home
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey disconnect the phone
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the US
Back in the US
Back in the USSR

Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, come on
Hu hey hu, hey, ah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boys
Back in the USSR

Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind

Oh, show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me hear your balalaika's ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm
I'm back in the USSR
Hey, you don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR
Oh, let me tell you honey

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Body Count - KKK Bitch

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNChSNUXNK0

Aw yeah, what's up out there? bc's in the house. right
About now, I wanna tell you a little love story, you know
What I'm sayin', this is a body count love story check out
The lyrics, you know, I'm a tell you 'bout what happened
When we went down south last year on tour.

Out on tour yo, I been all around the world
Went to georgia, met this fine-assed white girl,
Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and thighs,
The kinda girl that would knock out most guys.
She got wild in the backstage bathroom,
Sucked my dick like a muthafuckin' vacuum,
Said 'i love you, but my daddy don't play,
He's the fuckin' grand wizard of the kkk.'

I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I i love my kkk bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.

You know what I'm sayin'. so we was down south fallin' in
Love, you know, d-roc had this nazi girl, my man
Mooseman had a skinhead, I fell in love with tipper gore's
Two twelve year old nieces. it was wild, you know what i'm
Sayin', it got even worse, you know.

So one night they took us to a meetin'
White sheets, white hoods, no room for seatin'
There was skinheads, nazi's and crazies,
Talkin' 'bout black people pushin' up daisies.
They hated blacks, jews, puerto ricans,
Mexicans, chinese, even the indians.
We had our hoods on,
We were slick
She pushed her butt up hard against my dick.
Then her daddy jumped on the stage
Talkin' 'bout killin' in a goddamn rage.
I got mad, my dick got hard
Entered in her ass
She said, 'oh my god!'

I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I i love my kkk bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.

So what we really tryin' to say is body count loves
Everybody. we love mexican girls, black girls, oriental girls,
It really don't matter.if you from mars, and you got a pussy,
We will fuck you.you know, that's all we're sayin', word.

So every year when body count comes around
We throw an orgy in every little southern town.
Kkk's, skinheads, and nazi
Girls break their necks
To get to the party.
It ain't like their men can't nut,
Their dick's too little
And they just can't fuck.
So we get buck wild with the white freaks
We show them how to really work the white sheets.
I know her daddy'll really be after me,
When his grandson's named little ice-t.

I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I i love my kkk bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I i love my kkk bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.

VANILLA ICE
"Ice Ice Baby"

Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!

Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo – I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.

Dance, Go rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point, no faking
Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon
Burning them they ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, Waving just to say, "Hi!"
Did you stop? No – I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo – so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of "Eight Ball"
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine – All I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, Yo – I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while DJ revolves it.

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Yo, man, let's get out of here! Word to your mother!

Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold

Hanil Yoo wrote:VANILLA ICE
"Ice Ice Baby"

Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!

Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby
All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo – I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.

Dance, Go rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point, no faking
Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon
Burning them they ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, Waving just to say, "Hi!"
Did you stop? No – I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo – so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of "Eight Ball"
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine – All I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, Yo – I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while DJ revolves it.

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Yo, man, let's get out of here! Word to your mother!

Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold

Pink Floyd - Waiting for the Worms

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xySFquUkfyY

Ooooh You cannot reach me now
Ooooh No matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world it's over
Walk on by
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms, worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms, worms to come
Waiting, to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a black shirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution
To strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens
Waiting for the queens and the coons
And the reds and the jews
Waiting to follow the worms
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again my friend
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again my friend
All you need to do is follow the worms

Inti-Illimani - Cancion del Poder Popular (the real 911: 9/11/1973)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8USuZrYemjk

Si nuestra tierra nos pide
tenemos que ser nosotros
los que levantemos Chile,
así es que a poner el hombro.

Vamos a llevar las riendas
de todos nuestros asuntos
y que de una vez entiendan
hombre y mujer todos juntos.

Porque esta vez no se trata
de cambiar un presidente,
será el pueblo quien construya
un Chile bien diferente.

Todos vénganse a juntar,
tenemos la puerta abierta,
y la Unidad Popular
es para todo el que quiera.

Echaremos fuera al yanqui
y su lenguaje siniestro.
Con la Unidad Popular
ahora somos gobierno.

La patria se verá grande
con su tierra liberada,
por que tenemos la llave
ahora la cosa marcha.

Ya nadie puede quitarnos
el derecho de ser libres
y como seres humanos
podremos vivir en Chile.

Sepultura - Territory (best anti-racist anti-yankee pro-palestina song)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_WHGV5bejk

Unknown man
Speaks to the world
Sucking your trust
A trap in every world

War for territory
War for territory

Choice control
Behind propaganda
Poor information
To manage your anger

War for territory
War for territory

Dictators’ speech
Blasting off your life
Rule to kill the urge
Dumb assholes’ speech

Years of fighting
Teaching my son
To believe in that man
Racist human being
Racist ground will live
Shame and regret
Of the pride
You’ve once possessed

War for territory
War for territory

Mary had a little lamb,
its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went,
the lamb was sure to go.

It followed her to school one day,
which was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play,
to see a lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned it out,
but still it lingered near,
And waited patiently about,
till Mary did appear.

"Why does the lamb love Mary so?"
the eager children cry;
"Why, Mary loves lamb, you know",
the teacher did reply...
slather it in gravy and
it tastes great baked or fried.

Italian National Anthem (In Italian & English)

Inno di Mameli

Fratelli d'Italia

L'Italia s'è desta

Dell'elmo di Scipio

S'è cinta la testa

Dov'è la vittoria

Le porga la chioma

Chè schiava di Roma

Iddio la creò


Stringia moci a coorte

Siam pronti alla morte

(repeat)

L'Italia chiamò

Stringia moci a coorte

Siam pronti alla morte

(repeat)

L'Italia chiamò, sì





(Repeat entire song for the English sing along!)


Italian Brothers,

Italy has awakened,

She has wreathed her head

With the helmet of Scipio.

Where is Victory?

She bows her head to you,

You, whom God created

As the slave of Rome.


Let us band together,

We are ready to die,

(repeat)

Italy has called us.

(repeat previous four lines)

(repeat entire song)

Seriously wrote:Italian National Anthem (In Italian & English)

Inno di Mameli

Fratelli d'Italia

L'Italia s'è desta

Dell'elmo di Scipio

S'è cinta la testa

Dov'è la vittoria

Le porga la chioma

Chè schiava di Roma

Iddio la creò


Stringia moci a coorte

Siam pronti alla morte

(repeat)

L'Italia chiamò

Stringia moci a coorte

Siam pronti alla morte

(repeat)

L'Italia chiamò, sì





(Repeat entire song for the English sing along!)


Italian Brothers,

Italy has awakened,

She has wreathed her head

With the helmet of Scipio.

Where is Victory?

She bows her head to you,

You, whom God created

As the slave of Rome.


Let us band together,

We are ready to die,

(repeat)

Italy has called us.

(repeat previous four lines)

(repeat entire song)

One of the ugliest national anthems ever, chosen because the U.S. ordered to avoid using the real one (which is "Bella Ciao"... too "communst" for yankees and fascists). U.S.A. are the owners and masters of italy since they colonized it in 1946. That is why Italy has that horrible hymn, sung only by fascists and right wing (Berlusconi and such shits).

THIS is the real italian national anthem http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4CI3lhyNKfo