Lowkey | Neoliberalism Kills People (Acoustic) | featuring Mai Khalil and Valeria Kurbatova скачать в хорошем качестве

Lowkey | Neoliberalism Kills People (Acoustic) | featuring Mai Khalil and Valeria Kurbatova

a/political label live session recording of 'Neoliberalism Kills People' Lyrics How can I do a fire in the booth, when I'm trying just to maintain And since June don't hear the word fire in the same way Heard screams, splutters and them gasping for air That’s not bars in a booth it’s so hard to compare If I use fire as metaphor Does that disrespect the people that are never more? How does that bomb sound sound to those that bled in war that we never saw? Remember when they settled scores with metal swords like Skeletor Chinese made gunpowder, Nobel invented dynamite They say the guilt in his mind compelled him to design the prize We know what Einstein's mind was like How many geniuses we never knew that were deprived of life? I can't philosophise on horrifying flames We don’t have to apologise or qualify our pain Degrenfellise our loved ones of the colonisers name Should we let the corporate media lobotomise our brains You are beautiful, no matter how this life disfigures you You’re beautiful even if that image you emulate isn't you I don’t know if history is linear or cyclical But know I’m ridiculed for making invisibles visible That's why Plato said banish poets from the republic ‘Cause they know that we can shake the social system and disrupt it The land of liberty, they tell us leave it or lump it When Trump comes to the country we hope he chokes on his crumpet Before we sink in the ocean, consider this as an omen Natures blessings aren't ours just ‘cause we think that we own them Never think that you're broken, or think that you're no-one Remember a rope is strong because of strings interwoven Would they love you more if you mock the people that you're from Self-orientalise and believe that you belong Overcompensate and propagate the image of the imbecile Not uninvolved though you're further from the killing field Take solace in the fact there's always cracks in the monolith Now we're practically lobbing bricks like Asterix and Obelix Distracted with gossip it's twisted news an interlude to adverts no hidden truths to listen to it's pitiful Rosa Luxemburg gave us this simple truth You won't feel your chains till the day you begin to move He photographed a corpse and they flung him in the cage Those that signed off on the cladding are still receiving their wage Helicopters hovered close, pictures for the front page Tried to speak all I really felt deep was numb rage How could they see this pain at such a young age Leaning out the window, screaming for help but none came If it bleeds it leads, trauma tourists they gravitate Shock doctrine in effect, disaster capitalists salivate Privatisation, deregulation and austerity To zero hour contracts, exploitation and precarity Adults didn't make it, children to be fostered Saved pennies on the block, dropped 20 million on the opera We see through your cold plans, your programme is done We don't want a Prime Minister that holds hands with Trump We don't want DJs doing shows on military compounds Can't trivialise fire or hear any more bomb sounds How can I smile when I know the remains are still not found And echoing in my mind is exactly how the sobs sound They say we're criminals for the syllables and stanzas When they subsidise the killers tools, the pillagers and bankers Who are the engines of history, people like me and you Who got massacred for the right to vote at Peterloo It was imagineers, the poets and the artists The miners, Tolpuddle Martyrs, William Cuffay and the chartists Rebel and resist even through something small Create windows with words and mirrors where once were walls Manure contributes to the beauty of a rose Why can't we accept our pain as something that helps us grow They wonder why songs that make you cry are more moving ‘Cause crying's the only thing that we were born doing They tell us tea is tradition to the English When I look around this island not a tea plantation in it Earl Gray gave 20 million to the slave traders Multi-polar world now the Indians are space raiders Freedom to be even or merely alienate labour Freedom for fossil fuellers to desecrate and invade nature Albert was an immigrant, Prince Phillip is an immigrant Were the Celts, Normans and the Anglo-Saxons English, then? The words Sugar, Cotton and Rice come from Arabic Now we import democracy to civilise the Saracens Analysing planets when this back water was wilderness It seems we're still obsessed with immortality like Gilgamesh Pessimism of intellect, optimism of will Wear the skin of their victims its syndrome buffalo bill In times of permanent war there is always someone to kill But when life and death are virtual almost nothing is real As part of the Truth to Power series, we will also be releasing a set of a/political label sessions with live performances with Lowkey and some of our guests. Follow us on Instagram |   / apoliticalorg   Follow us on Twitter |   / apoliticalorg