- Dimebags Brain
- Feb 18, 2013
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Panopticon's pretty cool. Black metal project that rejects the typical right-wing nature of most European black metal.
First album was general all purpose anarchy/left wing stuff, last song on the album is based on Emma Goldman's Marriage and Love.
Emma's Song
Emma's Song posted:
Salt in the fields.
harvest iniquity.
is this how we show we care?
obligation,grief and despair?
the roots are poisoned
dig in the earth.
the bounty you've sewn.
restricted wings... wedding rings
the roots are poisoned
in their hair there are no braids.
slaves who refuse to serve their masters.
your evening obligation is the soil that stains your face.
when I'm burned alive,will you go down in flames?
what freedoms are denied you?
other than the right to breathe?
what expectations are placed on you?
conform,discard,dilute..
the roots are poisoned
Made a song about Sacco and Vanzetti
La passione di Sacco & Vanzetti
Made an album based on the seven years he spent working in social services with abused children (It's a pretty angry album).
Client
Client posted:
Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway.
A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table.
Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake.
Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one.
The tears you cry won't empty the seed from your womb.
The tears you cry won't make your menstrual blood flow.
Sob for your loss: The wolves will drink your tears.
Your misfortune will become their fortune.
Welcome to a home you aren't allowed to leave.
Herded like cattle into walls of concrete.
Sterile like your raped womb.
Therapists wait to pour salt on your wounds, Your insurance pays for it all.
A ghost of a world you could have known.
Surrounded by drugged rage, you will face this horror alone.
Latest album is based on the labor movement in regards to Kentucky's coal mining industry.
Black Soot and Red Blood
"Black Soot and Red Blood posted:
Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears…
Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears.
Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce…
Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorrow…say the same tomorrow.
For the union, hold out, for a fair wage and a living, this sorrow.
Living and dying union men.
Meet them in the streets, meet them in the hollers, meet them in the hills and don't back down.
Fight for what is right, for every working man to earn his keep.
Fight for what is right till they meet your demands…in Bloody Harlan…lives laid down for the union.
Scarlet red around your neck.
Black lungs and broken backs in Bloody Harlan, in Bloody Harlan…in Bloody Harlan.
The years go on and the mountains crumble.
The right to live and work, sacrificing body and land.
From Kentucky to West Virginia, the workers rise and fall while wringing hands profit off of it all...
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