Because Komnino's poems are the prescribed text, I was wondering if any of these songs would be good to use as my own texts. I already chose
"Consumer Rap" & "Eat" by Komninos and thought about using one of these songs, 2 by Rage Against the Machine. Considering they are sung in a rap format and are about commercialisation and all that jazz, plus one by Queens of the Stone Age would these be good texts to use? Any thoughts, ideas or criticisms are welcome!!!
"Sleep Now In The Fire" by Rage Againt The Machine
The world is my expense
The cost of my desire
Jesus blessed me with its future
And I protect it with fire
So raise your fists
And march around
Just dont take what you need
Ill jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or Ill drag you to your grave
Im deep inside your children
Theyll betray you in my name
Sleep now in the fire
The lie is my expense
The scope of my desire
The party blessed me with its future
And I protect it with fire
I am the Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria
The noose and the rapist
The fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of Hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire
Sleep now in the fire
For its the end of history
Its caged and frozen still
There is no other pill to take
So swallow the one
That made you ill
The Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria
The noose and the rapist
The fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of Hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire
"Bullet In The Head" by Rage Against The Machine
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was red
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised?
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Run it!
(Guitar solo)
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Uggh! Yeah! Yea!
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head 8 times
A bullet in ya head 7 times
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
Yeah!
"Im Designer" by Queens Of The Stone Age
My generation’s for sale
Beats a steady job.
How much have you got?
My generation don’t trust no one
Its hard to blame
Not even ourselves
The thing that’s real for us is fortune and fame
All the rest seems like work.
Its just like Diamonds
In shit
I’m high class I’m a Whore
Actually both
Basically Im a Pro
We’ve all got our own style
of Baggage
Why hump it yourself
You’ve made me an offer that I can refuse
course either way I get screwed
Counter Proposal
I go home & Jerk Off
It’s truly a lie. I counterfeit myself
It’s truly a lie. I counterfeit myself
You don’t own, you don’t own, you don’t own
You don’t own what none can buy
You don’t own
High and mighty you say selling out is a shame. Is that the name of your boo?
Push a silver spoon in your ass. No more holding us down
dog, down mutt, Nice mutt
You’re insulted you. You can’t be bought or sold.
Translation offer too low
You don’t know what you’re worth.
It isn’t much
My piano is for sale.
How many times must I sell myself before my pieces are gone?
I’m one of a kind
I’m designer
Never again will I repeat myself
Enough is never enough
Never again will I repeat myself
It used to be the plan was screwing the man
Now its have sex with the man
after he buys you .com for sale at a low, low price.
It’s truly a lie, I counterfeit myself
Its truly a lie, I counterfeit myself
You don’t own , you don’t own, you don’t own me
You don’t own what none can buy
You don’t own
Neither do I
Neither do I
"Consumer Rap" & "Eat" by Komninos and thought about using one of these songs, 2 by Rage Against the Machine. Considering they are sung in a rap format and are about commercialisation and all that jazz, plus one by Queens of the Stone Age would these be good texts to use? Any thoughts, ideas or criticisms are welcome!!!
"Sleep Now In The Fire" by Rage Againt The Machine
The world is my expense
The cost of my desire
Jesus blessed me with its future
And I protect it with fire
So raise your fists
And march around
Just dont take what you need
Ill jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or Ill drag you to your grave
Im deep inside your children
Theyll betray you in my name
Sleep now in the fire
The lie is my expense
The scope of my desire
The party blessed me with its future
And I protect it with fire
I am the Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria
The noose and the rapist
The fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of Hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire
Sleep now in the fire
For its the end of history
Its caged and frozen still
There is no other pill to take
So swallow the one
That made you ill
The Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria
The noose and the rapist
The fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of Hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire
"Bullet In The Head" by Rage Against The Machine
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was red
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised?
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Run it!
(Guitar solo)
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Uggh! Yeah! Yea!
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head 8 times
A bullet in ya head 7 times
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
Yeah!
"Im Designer" by Queens Of The Stone Age
My generation’s for sale
Beats a steady job.
How much have you got?
My generation don’t trust no one
Its hard to blame
Not even ourselves
The thing that’s real for us is fortune and fame
All the rest seems like work.
Its just like Diamonds
In shit
I’m high class I’m a Whore
Actually both
Basically Im a Pro
We’ve all got our own style
of Baggage
Why hump it yourself
You’ve made me an offer that I can refuse
course either way I get screwed
Counter Proposal
I go home & Jerk Off
It’s truly a lie. I counterfeit myself
It’s truly a lie. I counterfeit myself
You don’t own, you don’t own, you don’t own
You don’t own what none can buy
You don’t own
High and mighty you say selling out is a shame. Is that the name of your boo?
Push a silver spoon in your ass. No more holding us down
dog, down mutt, Nice mutt
You’re insulted you. You can’t be bought or sold.
Translation offer too low
You don’t know what you’re worth.
It isn’t much
My piano is for sale.
How many times must I sell myself before my pieces are gone?
I’m one of a kind
I’m designer
Never again will I repeat myself
Enough is never enough
Never again will I repeat myself
It used to be the plan was screwing the man
Now its have sex with the man
after he buys you .com for sale at a low, low price.
It’s truly a lie, I counterfeit myself
Its truly a lie, I counterfeit myself
You don’t own , you don’t own, you don’t own me
You don’t own what none can buy
You don’t own
Neither do I
Neither do I
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