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I loved the sound and sadness of King Crimson's "Starless" ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAAqAnCBNKQ )

But after seeing "Epitaph", I can say that this is my favorite song of theirs. It reminds me of the state of humanity and how it's truly sad that things don't seem to be turning around. There is a similar "story of sound" to Starless, where there is sadness but some hidden hope. I'm probably reading too much into the song, but that's what I pick up from it with this perilous state of the planet (comets, etc).

King Crimson – Epitaph Lyrics

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh,
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
If no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh,
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

Songwriters: FRIPP, ROBERT / GILES, MICHAEL REX / LAKE, GREG / MCDONALD, IAN / SINFIELD, PETER JOHN
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Muse Uprising

Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume
They'll try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that we will never see the truth around
(so come on)

Another promise, another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
(so come on)

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
(so come on)

Interchanging mind control
Come, let the revolution take its toll
If you could flick the switch and open your third eye
You'd see that we should never be afraid to die
(so come on)

Rise up and take the power back
It's time the fat cats had a heart attack
You know that their time's coming to an end
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend
(so come on)

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
(so come on)
 
A song about praying to the future, and them praying back.

She Drew The Gun - If You Could See

(just the chorus)
I heard them say: If you could see what I've seen, if I could show my view. You would, pick up the fight now just like you've got to do. If you had seen what I've seen, if I could show my world. You would, pick up the fight now just like you know you should.

https://soundcloud.com/she-drew-the-gun/if-you-could-see
 
Akala is a rap artist from the UK who speaks out against the establishment in non-aggressive, poetic ways. This song is not what many would class as "rap" music and I think he manages to convey his message beautifully.


Lyrics:
Apparently
I'm second generation, black Caribbean and half-white Scottish
Whatever that means.
See lately I feel confused with the boxes,
'Cause to me all they do is breed conflict,
It's not that I've lost touch with reality of racism, sexism and nationality,
Just to me it all seems like insanity,
Why must I rob you of your humanity
To feel good about mine.
It's all about crime, dehumanizing is how I justify 'em,
So I must keep on lying about the history of Africa,
So I can live the with massacres
And repeat my mantra: Muslim, terrorist,
So I can sleep at night as bombs take flight,
Eyes open wide but I'm blind to the sight
Too busy chasing the perfect life.
And the working class keep them uneducated
Truly educated man could never be a racist,
To educate is to draw out what is within
Are we not all the same under the skin?

I got a heart like yours that pumps blood and oxygen
And insecurities, a whole lot of ‘em,
I'm scared like you deep down,
I really do care that the world is not fair like you,
But I don't even believe my own prayers like you,
Chasing career going nowhere like you,
Lost in a fog of my own insecurities I hold myself up as a image of purity,
And I judge everybody else by the colour of their skin or the size of their wealth
But it's not good for my health as the only one I ever really judge is myself
The oppressor must suffer like the oppressed though I pretend I'm in control of this mess
By inflating my ego, puffing my chest
I see a weakness and need to show strength
For what we think strong is, 'cause if we're honest,
True strength is the strength to be honest
And if I'm honest, I am just tired
If I'm honest, I am just tired,
Tired of every day filling up my car and knowing that I'm paying for the bombs in Iraq;
Tired of pretending it don't hurt my heart, of wanting change, not knowing where to start;
Tired of listening to all the conditioning and all the forms that they got me filling in.

Next time you see what you think is a thug and despise him,
Please know, I was just like him,
'Cause I was like eight first time I saw crack, same time I first smoked weed choking on blowbacks,
First time I saw knives penetrate flesh, it was meat cleavers to the back of the head,
As I grew and teenage years passed, many more knives pierced and the shots blast
And I ain't saying I had the worst upbringing but there's a million young men just like me in prison.
We complain about racism, elevate clowns with their trousers down swinging their dick round,
Maybe that is not quite literal but everything they do is just as stereotypical,
To my real fans I feel your pain and I get the messages but don't complain
That we ain't got more fame we're playing our part,
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,

Call it black radio, don't make me laugh, so is black music all about tits and arse?
You don't represent nothing, you're just pretending,
When was the last time you ever played Hendrix?
Or Miles Davis, or John Coltrane, or Ella Fitzgerald, or Billie Holliday;
We can call it urban, to me that's cool,
If urban means street, that includes jazz too, and rock for that matter
Go ask Mick Jagger or Jimmy Page what they were listening to - the blues
Not discrediting, love Zeppelin, too; just giving credit where credit is due

That blood-soaked word rappers still use,
All it really shows is we still self-abuse,
That was the word that was used to kill Kelso Cochrane and Emmett Till
That was the word that the conscience eased,
And made people pleased to hung you from trees
That was the word that let the whips crack,
No matter what you say you can't take it back

And I can say they're black, so I feel their pain easier but 1915, look at Armenia,
Is the whole world this human stupidity that we choke ourselves to death quite literally?
And I can talk with my comfortable mouth,
With my comfortable clothes in my comfortable house
The tables will turn, we can not stall them
Every empire on this earth has fallen

So unless we can find another way
Maybe not today but it will come one day,
And it may sound like I'm bitter — but in fact truth be told I am quite the opposite,
I wake every day and I'm overwhelmed just to be alive and be like no one else
And the sheer weight of the thought of space is enough to keep my little ego in place.
All that we chase and try to replace
All along it was right in our face,
The only way the only way we can ever change anything
Is to look in the mirror and to find no enemy,
The only way we can ever change anything,
Look in the mirror and to find no enemy.
 
Another one is called the "Thieves Banquet" - A satirical story, in which he impersonates the following : A third world dictator, a member of the clergy , a monarch and a banker :lol: The lyrics are brutal but certainly worth a read/listen!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgVZSIPzH1o


[Intro: Akala (speaking)]
Once upon a time in an obscure part of the Milky Way Galaxy, there was a spinning ball of water and rock ruled by the forces of evil. The Devil himself, proud of the magnificent achievements of his children, decided to call a special banquet for the greatest thieves in all the land. He sent invites to thousands of the greatest murders, rapists and general-assorted scum, inviting them to attend his palace at the dawn of the new moon. Each thief would be given a chance to stake his claim as the greatest messenger of murder upon the planet, and the Devil himself would then decide who should be crowned king. After many days of deliberating, all of the petty thieves, such as street criminals, have been found far short of the required level of wickedness and there were just four sets of thieves left in the competition. They were: the monarchs of empire, a cartel of bankers, the heads of religious orders, and the third-world dictators. Each set of thieves appointed a spokesman to give his case to the Devil. We have recorded these events for posterity.

[Verse 1 Intro: Akala]
Uh, listen
Uh, okay, yo
First up was the thief of the worst reputation
Dictator of a third-world nation
He looked the Devil in the eye as he spoke
In an oh-so-serious tone

[Verse 1: Akala (as the Third-World Dictator)]
Dear Mr. Devil
I am the greatest thief there has ever been on Earth
Please tell me who else more than me personifies your work
I came to power in a military coup, I murdered the elected president
He wanted to use the resources of our country for our peoples’ benefit
I proved to masters in the west
I could kill my own people just as well as the best
So I took over the so-called independent country when the foreigners left
Sent squads of death to those who would suggest
In power should be the one they elect
Erected a statue of the great man
That raped our mothers, stole our lands
That’s how little self-respect I have
Don’t fight slavery, it makes me glad
Account in Switzerland, Rolls Royce
Murder and rape cos I want new toys
Don’t want a portion, but a whole fortune
With that profit, what’s a little bit of torture
Even outlawed my indigenous culture
And language and history
And taught our people to only worship colonizers
And of course, ME!

[Hook]:
Thief!
It’s the banquet of the thieves!
Come and dine with me!
It’s the banquet of the thieves!
The banquet of the thieves…

[Verse 2 Intro: Akala]
The Devil was so impressed with this wonderful man
He almost ejaculated on his hands
But the monarch of the empire said,

[Verse 2: Akala (as the Monarch of Empire)]
Excuse me, Mr. Devil, I’d like to speak if I may
Who do you think trained this amateur dictator to behave this way?
Yeah, I’m sure before I came along his country was far from heaven
But look of the carnage I caused all over the Earth, it’s got to be the work of the Devil
Countless deaths, mass enslavement
Deliberate starvation of whole nations
The dictator tries his best, but looking at me, he’s just an imitation
Who do you think pays his wages?
He would love to be trading places
I’ve been doing this ting on the roads
Way back, way back, way back
Since the Middle Ages
Everybody knows he’s a criminal element
They think I’m democratic and benevolent
And that shows that I’m really devilish
Cos people think I’m heaven-sent
I couldn’t care about democracy
You all know no one elected me
The people love me despite my crimes
Sucka MCs wanna bite my shine
So blingin’ out of control you would vomit
Don’t even touch dough, but my face is on it!

[Hook]:

[Verse 3: Akala (as the Head of Religious Orders)]
I’m a pervert who’s in the cloak of the clergy
Yes, I’m a pervert who’s in the cloak
I’m a despicable character
I use my position of authority and spiritual reverence
I’m a despicable character

Mr. Devil, allow me to speak
For all of the religious leaders that leech
In the world of creeps, I’m initiated
I take the peoples’ faith and dissipate it
With false promises, hollow oratory
Don’t need a gun, it’s daylight robbery
Dear Mr. Devil
I thought you would like it
How I use their faith in God to keep them blinded
Put on a nice voice, read them a book
And they believe that I am not a crook
Tell them God will repay them in the next
They give me their life savings so I can buy jets
All the reports about child sex
None of us have ever gone to jail yet
This system of stealing, so appealing
Convinces the victims their lives have meaning
Monarchs boast about conquest
But needed my blessings to get it done
And all of the dictators use my books
Therefore, they are just my sons

[Verse 4 Intro: Akala]
The Devil was sure this was the winner
And was just about to put an end to the dinner
But then the man from the banking cartel
Stepped up and said,

[Verse 4: Akala (as the Cartel Banker)]
I think I’m the biggest sinner
All of those three depend on me
All they ever do is defending me
Cos I paid for all of the things they have
Of course, and all of the lives they lead
Paid for the guns, bombs and the tanks
That’s why you see, there is always more
I turned science’s basic appliance
Into a client of weapon and war
Paid for monarchies, armed robberies
I make monopolies out of property
Never shot a gun nor killed anyone myself
But billions die cos of me
Who needs a threat? I make a debt
Out of thin air, just sit back and collect
Every single day, whatever they say
The people need me just to connect it
Yet none of them knows what I look like
Yet all of them spend my money to look nice
They want more, no one’s pure
I hold the keys to every single door
Sell sex and drugs, profit and lies
Earth and skies, I’ll even sell life
I’ll even sell freedom for the right price
But no one is smart enough to ask me nice
So Mr. Devil, give me the medal
Don’t be biased
If you don’t give it to me
I’ll just BUY IT!

[Hook]:
Thief!
It’s the banquet of the thieves!
Come and dine with me!
It’s the banquet of the thieves!
The banquet of the thieves…
 
Any Future - EDM fans out there?

San Holo - Fly
_http://soundcloud.com/xxx/san-holo-fly


Hazy by OBESØN ft. Abigail Press
_http://soundcloud.com/future/hazy-by-obes-n-ft-abigail

Crooked Colours - In Your Bones (Chiefs Remix)
_http://soundcloud.com/edm/crooked-colours-in-your-bones-chiefs-remix-premiere

ODESZA - If There's Time by ODESZA
_http://soundcloud.com/odesza/if-theres-time

Pretty Lights - One Day They'll Know (ODESZA Remix)
_http://soundcloud.com/odesza/one-day-theyll-know-odesza

Atlantic Connection - Area 51
_http://soundcloud.com/future/atlantic-connection-area-51

The first one picks me up when I get bogged down with thinking about the state of society. Kind of feels like a big F you to the elite. Like a "Hey we're gonna fly no matter what you do". I feel this emotionally though I don't necessarily think this is what the song actually means (as there are little to no words)

The second one.... Does things to me :shock: (not sure if that is a good or bad thing) chills mostly.

Third, a fun track that me and my wife really enjoy. Kind of has a gorillaz feel to it.

The fourth one is just pretty. I have no other words to describe it.

Fifth... Same as above however the name of this group kind of made me do a double-take considering the happenings in Ukraine. Even though the spelling is different 'Odessa'.

Sixth. Theme song lol

Enjoy! However I guess I should attach a taste warning here as im not sure that electronic music is everyone's cup of tea. They're not deep or anything but I can appreciate the effort that goes into producing songs like that, whether it is mathematically knowing when a certain pitch will sound good along with the timing of different instruments or just intuiting it all out in one go.

Edit: Almost forgot one of the favs

This is more EDM - Trap than future though

Hundred Waters - Thistle (Lockah Remix) by OWSLA
_http://soundcloud.com/owslaofficial/hundred-waters-thistle-lockah-remix

p.s. this is also why I'm no good at karaoke :( ... For those that know me lol
 
Keyhole said:
Another one is called the "Thieves Banquet" - A satirical story, in which he impersonates the following : A third world dictator, a member of the clergy , a monarch and a banker :lol: The lyrics are brutal but certainly worth a read/listen!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgVZSIPzH1o
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Wow, it's not often you come across a song that's that honest. Thanks for posting it!
 
Yeah if you listen to his old stuff it is quite mediocre and generic. Whereas he suddenly became really political recently and his lyrics took on a whole new depth and meaning :D Great stuff!
 
3 HOURS of Celtic Music | Relaxing And Beautiful Mix | Adrian von Ziegler | Epic Music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfvFQppio6U
 
Fear, and Loathing in Las Vegas - Let Me Hear

_http://www.mediafire.com/download/uftc1ab3tlftf33/01.+Let+Me+Hear.mp3
 
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