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13 maart 2006, 14:04 | #1 |
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Bekende militante songs?
Ik vroeg me af wat jullie "strijdliederen" zijn. Ik hou het vooral op Ierse songs.
Ray Collins - INLA Freedom Fighters I'll sing you of an army brave Who fights from the cradle to the grave The people will no longer be slaves For the INLA freedom fighters. Followers of Connolly They fight to bring us liberty Socialism we might see With the INLA freedom fighters. "Saoirse Go Deo" is our cry! The Starry Plough our flag flies high! England's tyranny we defy! We're the INLA freedom fighters! Rising throughout the land — Connolly in head: gun in hand, The working class will take a stand With the INLA freedom fighters, Fighting for the working class, The priest condemns us at the Mass, But this will not turn us from our task As the INLA freedom fighters. To meet the Tory tyrant's greed, A volunteer a bomb did leave, To kill the imperial Aire Neave 'Twas they — the freedom fighters! Murder, torture, imprisonment, Our movement is still not spent, We vow to make our foes relent We're the INLA freedom fighters. The Brits try to criminalise Our comrades, who on The Blanket lie, Make sure that the fight does not subside; We're the INLA freedom fighters. Captured guerrillas to jail are sent, Prisoners of war, their time is spent, With heads unbowed and knees unbent — One unbroken freedom fighter. The news in 1981 A hunger strike for rights begun, But an empty victory was won For all the freedom fighters. At British hands died Bobby Sands, McCreesh and Hughes for the Five Demands, O'Hara's death our symbol stands, we're the INLA freedom fighters. Aye on beneath our banners high, To avenge our comrades who have died, Let the fight go on as Patsy said For the INLA freedom fighters. I'll sing you of an army brave Who fights from the cradle to the grave The people they'll no longer slay For the INLA freedom fighters . Followers of Connolly They fight to bring us liberty, Socialism we might see With the INLA freedom fighters. "Saoirse Go Deo" is our cry! The Starry Plough our flag flies high! England's tyranny we defy! We're the INLA freedom fighters! Speciaal voor Jonas, die niet gelooft dat de Noord-Ierse INLA & IRA socialistisch zijn. Laatst gewijzigd door Pelgrim : 31 juli 2006 om 15:04. |
13 maart 2006, 23:45 | #2 |
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Ik was onlangs ook op het idee gekomen om een cd'ke samen te stellen met zulke militante liedjes. Helaas zijn ze moeilijk te vinden. Een van de Meervoud en SFL medewerkers heeft vorig jaar ook een cd gemaakt, cadeauke voor de kameraden van de kerngroep. Een greep uit de nummers: Nathalie cardone - hasta siempre (een klassieker denk ik?) Mago de Oz - Fiesta Pagana Albert pl�* - la dejo o no la dejo (ik versta er niet zo veel van maar wat ik versta is wel bijzonder hillarisch) camarada kalashnikov (de naam alleen al ) - hooligan no1 een hele rits leukklinkende nummers waar ik helaas niet veel van versta omdat het in Baskisch, Spaans, Bretoens, Palesteins enz. is. Tja en voor de rest dan natuurlijk de Internationale en de Vlaamse Leeuw he 8) Laatst gewijzigd door Pelgrim : 13 maart 2006 om 23:45. |
13 maart 2006, 23:55 | #3 |
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Pff, smijt daty vlaams kattegezang maar weg...
Mijn favorieten zijn natuurlijk RATM en SKa-P, jammer genoeg beiden gestopt. Voor de rest misschien ook TINC in het oog houden misschien. |
14 maart 2006, 00:06 | #4 |
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Welk kattengezang? Ik heb welgeteld één vlaams liedje vermeld en dat was nu net bedoeld voor u
Er is trouwens bijzonder goede Vlaamse/nederlandstalige muziek ook. Af en toe eens uit uw kot vol vooroordelen komen Een meezinger is bijvoorbeeld 'zeven dagen lang', een echt proletariërnummerke. |
15 maart 2006, 01:06 | #5 |
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RATM is natuurlijk een classic in het genre, maar probeer ook eens Anti-Flag, Los Fastidios, Billy Bragg, Choking Victim, Dead Kennedy's, Dropkick Murphys ("Wich side are you on?" Aanrader!), Terrorgruppe,...
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15 maart 2006, 12:48 | #6 |
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Tyrio - les hymne de nos campagnes ofzoiet...
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15 maart 2006, 23:16 | #7 |
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Alles van Blaggers ITA, RATM, CRASS, DeadKennedys, Billy Bragg (The Internationale), Newtown Neurotics (Living With Unemployment), The Adjusters (Armstrong), Asian Dub Foundation, The Oppressed, Oi Polloi (Nazi Scum), Chumbawamba (Enough is enough, The Day The Nazi Died), Public Enemy
... niet van die oubollige 1mei fanfare-muziek dus |
17 maart 2006, 23:22 | #8 |
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O ja ook nog ons eigenste Calibre (... it makes us communards ...) vergeten.
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[chorus:] imposter - i am the torch at the gate imposter - i am the switch in the grenade imposter - i am the rush within the raid imposter - aren't we all set to detonate. the bulwarks have all shanties erased and we're all choking on the aftertaste the cartels where destitution leads - enjoy the occidental stampede these fraudulent defenders are all coming of age extraneous endeavors to finalize their wage [chorus] ah worshipper of assets - the affiliate herd and covered by the menace - we all inhale the dirt ah the sum of all parts - makes us communards/ communards ah the sum of all parts - makes us communards/ communards 1 i strip - my sleeve - and show my horrid scar - rebellion is the blood that drips from this guitar 2 i lift - my shoes - and show my broken feet - rebellion is the blood that pours down from this beat 3 i pull - my tongue - and show my bitter taste - rebellion is the blood that trickles from this bass 4 i cut - my skin - and show my brittle bones - rebellion is the blood that gushes from this microphone 5 ah - rebellion has to be / it has to be contagious - because they try to do away with every last one of us 6 ah - rebellion has to be / it has to be contagious - because they try to do away with all of us - all of us (backings) the killer's holding office - yeah he pulled our tongues - he broke our bones- na na na na [chorus]8) |
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18 maart 2006, 14:50 | #10 |
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Black 47 - James Connolly
Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye My name is James Connolly - I didn't come here to die But to fight for the rights of the working man And the small farmer too Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws So hold on to your rifles, boys, and don't give up your dream Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic liberty .. And now we're in the GPO with the bullets whizzin' by With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin' each other goodbye Up steps our citizen leader and roars out to the sky My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die... http://www.ego4u.com/en/read-on/coun.../easter-rising Laatst gewijzigd door Ambiorix : 18 maart 2006 om 14:57. |
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*dubbel*
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18 maart 2006, 15:53 | #12 |
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James Connolly is -terecht- een ware legende in veel songs:
Wolfe Tones - James Connolly A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainhem With their heads all uncovered they knelt on the ground For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish soldier His life for his country about to lay down. He went to his death like a true son of Ireland, The fireing party he bravely did face. Then the order rang out: "Present arms, Fire!"; James Connolly fell into a ready made grave. The black flag they hoisted, the cruel deed was over, Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well, There was many a sad heart in Ireland that morning, When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish rebel. God`s curse on you, England, you cruel hearted monster, Your deeds would shame all the devils in Hell, There were no flowers blooming but the Shamrock is growing On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish rebel. Many years have rolled by since the Irish rebellion, When the guns of Brittania they loudly did speak, The bold I.R.A. battled shoulder to shoulder, as the blood of their bodies flowed down Sackville Street. The Four Courts of Dublin, the English bombarded, The spirit of freedom, they tried hard to quell But above all the din rose the cry "No Surrender!" `Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel. |
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18 maart 2006, 20:18 | #14 |
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ah, kent ge Jiddisch?
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ik hou enorm veen van Klezmer en Jiddhische liedjes. En ondertussen kan ik het een beetje lezen. Maar kennen? Neen.
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Eire Og - Masters of War
Bekende cover van Dylan's anti-imperialistische song, maar moet er zeker niet voor onder doen! De oospronkelijke versie was als protest tegen de Vietnam-oorlog geschreven, Eire Og kan dit perfect toepassen op het Brits imperialisme. Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch While the death count gets higher Then you hide in your mansion While the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're DEAD Nog wat info over Eire Og: http://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eire_Og Laatst gewijzigd door Ambiorix : 20 maart 2006 om 19:52. |
22 maart 2006, 13:09 | #17 |
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Een "blast from the past", maar toch een keigoed nummer met een wondermooie tekst: A Partisan van Leonard Cohen
When they poured across the border I was cautioned to surrender, This I could not do; I took my gun and vanished. I have changed my name so often, I’ve lost my wife and children But I have many friends, And some of them are with me. An old woman gave us shelter, Kept us hidden in the garret, Then the soldiers came; She died without a whisper. There were three of us this morning I’m the only one this evening But I must go on; The frontiers are my prison. Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing, Through the graves the wind is blowing, Freedom soon will come; Then we’ll come from the shadows. Les allemands e’taient chez moi, Ils me dirent, signe toi, Mais je n’ai pas peur; J’ai repris mon arme. J’ai change’ cent fois de nom, J’ai perdu femme et enfants Mais j’ai tant d’amis; J’ai la france entie`re. Un vieil homme dans un grenier Pour la nuit nous a cache’, Les allemands l’ont pris; Il est mort sans surprise. [the germans were at my home They said, sign yourself, But I am not afraid I have retaken my weapon. I have changed names a hundred times I have lost wife and children But I have so many friends I have all of france An old man, in an attic Hid us for the night The germans captured him He died without surprise.] Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing, Through the graves the wind is blowing, Freedom soon will come; Then we’ll come from the shadows. Eingelijk is dat nummer niet van hem, maar van iemand anders...ik ga dat eens opzoeken. |
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Cette chanson est en effet une adaptation de la "COMPLAINTE DU PARTISAN", écrite �* Londres en 1943 par Emmanuel d'Astier de la Vigerie (surnommé "Bernard" dans l'armée des ombres") et Anna Marly pour la musique.
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