ANTHEMS OF RAGE
ASSASSIN
I am the assassin with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin providing your nemesis
On the sacrificial alter to success, my friend
Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend
No incantations of remorse, my friend
Unleash the blade within the voice, my friend
Who decorates the knot with the fugi knot
who camouflaged emotion in the thousand yard stare
who gouged the notches in the family tree
who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance
assassin, assassin, assassin
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut with calm precision
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision
Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption
Venomous verbs of ruthless candor plagiarize assassins fervor
Apocalyptic alphabet castinf spell the creed of tempered diction
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
Let the bitter silence infect the wound
assassin, assassin, assassin
You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone
Parading a Hollywood conscience
You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish
Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success
A non com observer - I assassin the collector - detector
So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend
And I emerge the chilling stranger, my friend
To eradicate the problem, my friend
Unsheathed the blade within the voice, my friend
I am the assassin
I am the assassin
Assassin
Fugazi
MURDER
SOME OF THEM STANDING SOME WERE WAITING IN LINE
AS IF THERE WERE SOMETHING THAT THEY THOUGHT THEY MIGHT FIND
TAKING SOME STRENGTH FROM THE FEELINGS THAT ALWAYS WERE SHARED
AND IN THE BACKGROUND THE EYES THAT JUST STARED
WHAT WAS IT BROUGHT YOU OUT HERE IN THE DARK
WAS IT YOUR ONLY WAY OF MAKING YOUR MARK
DID YOU GET RID OF ALL THE VOICES IN YOUR HEAD
DO YOU NOW MISS THEM FOR THE THINGS THAT THEY SAID
ON YOUR OWN ADMISSION YOU RAISED UP THE KNIFE
YOU BROUGHT IT DOWN ENDING ANOTHER MANS LIFE
AND WHEN IT WAS DONE YOU JUST THREW DOWN THE BLADE
WHILE THE RED BLOOD SPREAD WIDER LIKE THE ANGER YOU MADE
I DON'T WANT THIS ANGER BURNING IN ME
IT'S SOMETHING FROM WHICH IT'S SO HARD TO BE FREE
NONE OF THE TEARS THAT WE CRY IN SORROW OR RAGE
CAN MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE OR TURN BACK THE PAGE
DAVID GILMOUR
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TO KILL THE CHILD
The child lay
In the starlit night
Safe in the glow of his Donald Duck light
How strange to choose to end a life
How strange to choose to kill a child
Hoover, Blaupunkt, Nissan Jeep
Nike, Addidas, Lacoste and cheaper brands
Cadillac, Amtrak, gasoline, diesel
Our standard of living, could this be a reason
That we would choose to kill the child
That we would choose to kill the child
Allah, Jehovah, Buddah and Christ
Confucius and Kali and reds, beans and rice
Goujons of sole, ris de veau, ham hocks
Lox bagels and bones and commandments in stone
The Bible, Koran, Shinto, Islam
Prosciutto, risotto, falafel and ham
Is it dogma, doughnuts, ridicule faith
Fear of the dark, or shame or disgrace
That we would choose to kill the child
That we would choose to kill the child
It's cold in the desert
And the space is too big
The rope is too short
And the walls are too thick
I will show you no weakness
I will mock you in song
Berate and deride you
Belittle and chide you
Beat you with sticks
And bulldoze your home
You can watch my triumphant procession to Rome
Best seat in the house
Up there on the cross
Is it anger or envy, profit or loss
That we would choose to kill the child
That we would choose to kill the child
Take this child and hold him closely
Keep him safe from the holy reign of terror
Take this child and hold him closely
Take this child to the moral high ground
Where he can look down on the bigots and bully boys
Slugging it out in the yardTO KILL THE CHILDLEAVING BEIRUT ROGER WATERS 
moving targets
oily river, running deep, dirty water racing through the city streets, swollen gutters,summer storms,walking wounded stand to in another dawn,
marching in silence one eye on the time one eye on the madness around them,
they don't know they're blind,
his mind on the trigger, he picks up a magazine, exits the underground and enters the scene,
and checks out the world and all the moving targets,
adjusting his sights to take in the moving targets.
locked and loaded, safety off,
checks his bearings on the ground before taking off,
middle distance, draws a bead,
allowing a margin for error he takes a lead,
he's out in the open, he's out on his own,
so far from his family, so far from home,
he came out of his hiding, came out of the trees,
he blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields,
only to find he'd become a moving target.
he walked out in the world and became a moving target,
where the hunter is hunted, a moving target.
holding a breath still in his lungs,
he steadies his hand on the barrel of a loaded gun,
his sights set on the world his heartbeat slows,
his pulse marking the time he senses
the pressure of the moment
he clears his mind, he calmly delivers the bullet
and recoils from the dream, of moving targets.
rolling numbers, rolling bones,
lucky ladies he takes them out and tales them down,
collecting trophies, hunting game,
no remorse as they've only got themselves to blame,
bleeding heart innocents running in herds,
the weak and the woeful get what they deserve,
there's no room for pity, no space for guilt,
in this murderous city it's kill or be killed,
when you're running the field,
when you start making marks
you become you become a moving target,
you took your first step in the world
and became a moving target,
when you walk in the world
you're a moving target,
wandering shopping malls, moving targets,
high school assembly halls, moving targets,
at fuel stops and parking lots,
moving targets,
in high streets and super marts,
moving targets,
there's no place to hide!
moving targets
a field of crows
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marching in silence one eye on the time one eye on the madness around them,
they don't know they're blind,
his mind on the trigger, he picks up a magazine, exits the underground and enters the scene,
and checks out the world and all the moving targets,
adjusting his sights to take in the moving targets.
locked and loaded, safety off,
checks his bearings on the ground before taking off,
middle distance, draws a bead,
allowing a margin for error he takes a lead,
he's out in the open, he's out on his own,
so far from his family, so far from home,
he came out of his hiding, came out of the trees,
he blew all his cover when he entered the killing fields,
only to find he'd become a moving target.
he walked out in the world and became a moving target,
where the hunter is hunted, a moving target.
holding a breath still in his lungs,
he steadies his hand on the barrel of a loaded gun,
his sights set on the world his heartbeat slows,
his pulse marking the time he senses
the pressure of the moment
he clears his mind, he calmly delivers the bullet
and recoils from the dream, of moving targets.
rolling numbers, rolling bones,
lucky ladies he takes them out and tales them down,
collecting trophies, hunting game,
no remorse as they've only got themselves to blame,
bleeding heart innocents running in herds,
the weak and the woeful get what they deserve,
there's no room for pity, no space for guilt,
in this murderous city it's kill or be killed,
when you're running the field,
when you start making marks
you become you become a moving target,
you took your first step in the world
and became a moving target,
when you walk in the world
you're a moving target,
wandering shopping malls, moving targets,
high school assembly halls, moving targets,
at fuel stops and parking lots,
moving targets,
in high streets and super marts,
moving targets,
there's no place to hide!
moving targets
a field of crows
fish-
http://www.the-company.com
Armalite, street lights, night sights,
searching the roofs for a sniper, viper, fighter,
death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you,
for a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores,
boys baptized in wars.
Morphine, chill scream, bad dream,
serving as numbers on dog tags, flak rags, sandbags,
your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen,
you're flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep,
the wounds that burn so deep.
your mother sits at the end of the world,
when the camera starts to roll,
panoramic viewpoints resurrect the killing fold,
your father drains another beer, he's one of the few who cares,
crawling behind a saracens hull from the safety of his living room chair.
forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons.
And so I patrol in the valley of the tricolor,
I must fear evil for I am but mortal and mortals can only die,
asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless
faceless watchers that parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall.
Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation,
in their guarded bureaucratic wombs.
Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass against you,
for whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory,
forever and ever amen - halt, who goes there,
death, approach friend.
You're just another coffin on it's way down the emerald aisle,
where the childrens stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist smile,
the bombers arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves,
alleys sing with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell.
From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash,
but remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash,
on the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier, count the cost,
for a second you'll be famous but labeled posthumous.
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons,
they're still forgotten,
forgotten sons.
they're still forgotten,
forgotten sons.
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
mother brown has lost her child,
just another forgotten son.
Forgotten sons
Script for a Jesters Tear
Marillion
fish
The Powers That Be
The powers that be... They like a tough game No rules Some you win Some you lose Competition's good for you They're dying to be free They're the powers that be They like a bomb proof cadillac Air conditioned Gold taps Back seat gun rack Platinum hub caps They pick horses for courses They're the market forces They like order Make-up Lime light power Game shows Rodeos Star wars TV They're the powers that be If you see them come You better run Run You better run on home You better run Run You better run on home Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera right now They say the toothless get ruthless You better run on home You better run Run You better run on home The powers that be... They like treats Tricks Carrots And sticks They like fear and loathing They like sheep's clothing And blacked-out vans Blacked-out vans Contingency plans They like death or glory They love a good story They love a good story Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera state They say the toothless get ruthless Run home before its too late You better run Run You better run on home You better run Run You better run on home You better run The Powers That Be
Radio KaosRoger Waters
