These are the policies of make-believe
Starving children on begging knees
Tell the world why we look away
I broke the hearts of many men
The women lay down but then again
They all know the reasons why we lie
We can’t stand what’s gone before
We can’t stand what’s coming
So we lie
We look like the devil and we look like god
Born innocent die like dogs
I ask you how’d we ever got this far
We’re nipped and tucked and broken
The vanities got our eyes stolen
For the price of a child you can buy yourself a new car
We can’t stand what’s gone before
We can’t stand what’s coming
Or who we are
I fear what the speakers are saying
I fear what the prayers are praying
I fear what we want to be and why we lie
I’m scared what the shovellers are shovelling
I’m scared what the people are following
I’m scared what we think we are and why we lie
Sometimes it feels I’m all alone
The poet died business grown
Time of great reform is on my mind
When freedom spoke it broke the law
They tuned off the camera when we went to war
They don’t want to show the reasons why
We can’t stand what’s gone before
We can’t stand what’s coming
So we lie
I spoke my mind to the firing squad
They reach for my heart and I reached for their god
After Auschwitz there can be no more poetry
The brotherhood of man is low
Money’s rich and lies are gold
Turned up the silence and watched the night sky
We can’t stand what’s gone before
We can’t stand what’s coming
So we lie
I fear what the speakers are saying
I fear what the prayers are praying
I fear what we want to be and why we lie
I’m scared what the shovellers are shovelling
I’m scared what the people are following
I’m scared what we think we are and why we lie
Starving children on begging knees
Tell the world why we look away
I broke the hearts of many men
The women lay down but then again
They all know the reasons why we lie
We can’t stand what’s gone before
We can’t stand what’s coming
So we lie
We look like the devil and we look like god
Born innocent die like dogs
I ask you how’d we ever got this far
We’re nipped and tucked and broken
The vanities got our eyes stolen
For the price of a child you can buy yourself a new car
We can’t stand what’s gone before
We can’t stand what’s coming
Or who we are
I fear what the speakers are saying
I fear what the prayers are praying
I fear what we want to be and why we lie
I’m scared what the shovellers are shovelling
I’m scared what the people are following
I’m scared what we think we are and why we lie
Sometimes it feels I’m all alone
The poet died business grown
Time of great reform is on my mind
When freedom spoke it broke the law
They tuned off the camera when we went to war
They don’t want to show the reasons why
We can’t stand what’s gone before
We can’t stand what’s coming
So we lie
I spoke my mind to the firing squad
They reach for my heart and I reached for their god
After Auschwitz there can be no more poetry
The brotherhood of man is low
Money’s rich and lies are gold
Turned up the silence and watched the night sky
We can’t stand what’s gone before
We can’t stand what’s coming
So we lie
I fear what the speakers are saying
I fear what the prayers are praying
I fear what we want to be and why we lie
I’m scared what the shovellers are shovelling
I’m scared what the people are following
I’m scared what we think we are and why we lie
inviata da daniela -k.d.- - 3/10/2007 - 20:32
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Da/From: "Ten War Songs"
Lyrics and music by Dean Omori
Testo e musica di Dean Omori
Why we lie
I am Dean Omori, Artist and father of two little boys. This whole thing is dedicated to the art of protest and why it is that we as people seem unable to raise adequate concerns to the reasons we are at war. How easily today we roll over, how easily we accept what is so obvioulsy wrong at the behest of those who control us and at the same time appear to have so little respect for our voice. How simply we accept what our political figures are forcing us into, resigned to the notion that a democracy runs largely on our leathargy and the superiority of the few. We as a nation are blooded in a war and its atrocities in the name of peace and god and beneath the intellectual radars of politicians hidden agendas. Yet I think it is precisely when we believe we as people are powerless to act that we have more power than we could ever imagine. The power of the people no longer reides in democracy but in our capacidy to think and judge situations for ourselves. And there let us act accordingly.
But the noise of these songs in my head at times, was so loud that I had little choice but to exorcise them in completing this thing. The entire album is written and performed by me and recorded on my Mac in our back room. So if you don't like it, well that'll be down to me. But listen to the beauty of TEN WAR SONGS, download them and share it with those of you stifiled without a revolution befitting the time in which we live.
Dean Omori
Art of protest
Hello world
This website is here for two reasons:
Firstly to promote the new album I have recently written and recorded and will be available from 1st October 2007 as a free download. TEN WAR SONGS is the sound of protest if you turn up our silence within us. It is neither religious nor political but it stands to one side with art and justice when our humanity is in question.
Secondly it is my voice in the art of protest. To make something beautiful and challenging and at the same time envoke a movement based on growth and not violence. And there to hopefully work at our collective consciences into standing up for what is right, never again to allow wars to wash over us ever so lightly. To ask why it is as people we seem to have lost the need for protest, for revolution. Where once the soul of our nation could be gauged by its youth, on campus, in streets; by their anger, their defiance and for their fight for what is just, in the face of what is so obviously wrong in the world. Where today our only concerns seem to be media fed on what it is we are all being told we believe in. The policies of this new world appear to be based on money and self-importance regardless the suffering and humiliation of others. Without protest and with it change, we have to accept what it is they are shovelling.
Dean Omori