Bowie's 'Five Years' rings true for the 'PO moment of truth'. And that line "A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac"...
Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think
you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
...or how about some Dire Straits?
When my ugly big car wont climb this hill
Ill write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill
cos if you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel
Peak Oil Music!
Moderator: Peak Moderation
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Kentucky Fried Panda
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BHG - Roof is on fire was a big fave of the US forces during operation Iraqi freedom. According to Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11 anyway.genoxy wrote:Oh yeah, that was it - you're right... ThanksBozzio wrote:Or was it Bloodhoundganggenoxy wrote:thorgal wrote:
the performer's name eludes me on that one ...
"burn! motherfucker! burn"
I guess it refers to the oil ...
Rage Against The Machine... if I remember correctly?
Wasn't the line in RATM's 'Bullet in the Head'....... Die, Motherfucker, Die (or some other equally sensitive sentiment)
I love RATM, they were probably the best protest rock group of the recent age. Pity they split.
Guerrilla Radio - RATM
Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if youre looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
Silent play in the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
All the fistagons the bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above F--k it cut the cord
More and more these days I'm pulling out my The The albums. That Matt Johnson is right on the money. Prophetic music?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isUCQIvOplA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lel0PzhU6Pk
Whenever I listen to "Motel" I hear, "It's lights out, boys" even though that's not what he's singingMean Mr Mustard wrote:Bowie's 'Five Years' rings true for the 'PO moment of truth'.
http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/David- ... Motel.html
Olduvai Theory (Updated) (Reviewed)
Easter Island - a warning from history : http://dieoff.org/page145.htm
Easter Island - a warning from history : http://dieoff.org/page145.htm
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Mean Mr Mustard
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Chris Rea's Road To Hell - for good measure later on he writes about being 'jammed up with credit'...
Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that i knew like my own
Reflected in my window
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadow
She said 'son what are you doing here
My fear for you has turned me in my grave'
I said 'mama i come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell'
She said 'son this is the road to hell'
On your journey cross the wilderness
From the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to hell
Stood still on a highway
I saw a woman
By the side of the road
With a face that i knew like my own
Reflected in my window
Well she walked up to my quarterlight
And she bent down real slow
A fearful pressure paralysed me in my shadow
She said 'son what are you doing here
My fear for you has turned me in my grave'
I said 'mama i come to the valley of the rich
Myself to sell'
She said 'son this is the road to hell'
On your journey cross the wilderness
From the desert to the well
You have strayed upon the motorway to hell
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Kentucky Fried Panda
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NIN - The Beginning of the end.
Down on your knees
You'll be left behind
This is the beginning
Watch what you think
They can read your mind
This is the beginning
I got my mark, see it in my eyes
This is the beginning
Well my reflection I don't recognize
This is the beginning
We think we've climbed so high
Up all the backs we've condemned
We face a consequence
This is the beginning of the end
You wait your turn
You'll be last in line
This is the beginning
Get out the way
Cause I'm getting mine
This is the beginning
God helps the ones that can help themselves
This is the beginning
May be too late as far as I can tell
This is the beginning
We think we've come so far
On all our lies we depend
We see no consequence
This is the beginning of the end.
Down on your knees
You'll be left behind
This is the beginning
Watch what you think
They can read your mind
This is the beginning
I got my mark, see it in my eyes
This is the beginning
Well my reflection I don't recognize
This is the beginning
We think we've climbed so high
Up all the backs we've condemned
We face a consequence
This is the beginning of the end
You wait your turn
You'll be last in line
This is the beginning
Get out the way
Cause I'm getting mine
This is the beginning
God helps the ones that can help themselves
This is the beginning
May be too late as far as I can tell
This is the beginning
We think we've come so far
On all our lies we depend
We see no consequence
This is the beginning of the end.
Classic! I haven't heard this in years, then it came on the radio a couple of weeks ago and made me think of this thread. I'm surprised you never mentioned the line:Mean Mr Mustard wrote:Chris Rea's Road To Hell
In fact the whole lot.this ain't no technological breakdown,
oh no, this is the road to hell
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YossarianUK
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New Model Army: Ballad (1986)
New Model Army: Ballad (1986)
When they look back at us and they write down their history
What will they say about our generation?
We're the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing
Harvested everything, planted nothing.
Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush
Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly gnawing away at Her body
Until we mortgage the future, bury our children
Storehouses full with the fruits we've been given
We send off the scrag-ends to suckle the starving
But still we can't feed this strange hunger inside
Greedy, restless and unsatisfied.
I was never much one for the great "Big Bang" theory
Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory
Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours
Just stupid and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a little leak here and a small error there
Another square mile poisoned forever
A series of sad and pathetic little fizzles
And out go the lights, never to return.
The affair it is over, the passion is dead
She stares at us now with ice in Her eyes
But we turn away from these bitter reproaches
And take up distractions to forget what we're doing
I stand on these hills and I watch Her at night
A thousands square miles, a million orange lights
Wounded and scarred, She lies silent in pain
Raped and betrayed in the cold acid rain
And I wish and I wish
We could start over again
Yes I wish and I wish
We could win back Her love once again
When they look back at us and they write down their history
What will they say about our generation?
We're the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing
Harvested everything, planted nothing.
Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush
Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly gnawing away at Her body
Until we mortgage the future, bury our children
Storehouses full with the fruits we've been given
We send off the scrag-ends to suckle the starving
But still we can't feed this strange hunger inside
Greedy, restless and unsatisfied.
I was never much one for the great "Big Bang" theory
Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory
Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours
Just stupid and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a little leak here and a small error there
Another square mile poisoned forever
A series of sad and pathetic little fizzles
And out go the lights, never to return.
The affair it is over, the passion is dead
She stares at us now with ice in Her eyes
But we turn away from these bitter reproaches
And take up distractions to forget what we're doing
I stand on these hills and I watch Her at night
A thousands square miles, a million orange lights
Wounded and scarred, She lies silent in pain
Raped and betrayed in the cold acid rain
And I wish and I wish
We could start over again
Yes I wish and I wish
We could win back Her love once again
"Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: So far so good... so far so good... so far so good. How you fall doesn't matter. It's how you land!"
La Haine, 1995
La Haine, 1995
I still have a few New Model Army tapes kicking about. I dowloaded a bootleg of Ballad performed some time in the 1980s. Justin introduced it by saying "I wonder if they'll still be doing this in two hundred years or whether it'll all be finished." Sounds like a doomer to me 
I've found Canadians Godspeed You Black Emperor and A Silver Mount Zion (some of the same people) more or less reflect my feelings about things these days. Godspeed is nearly all instrumental, but there's a monologue at the beginning of 'dead flag blues' that speaks volumes:
I gather Godspeed/ASMZ are basically anarchists in their politics, but their music comes across as a plea for sanity in a messed up world.
I've found Canadians Godspeed You Black Emperor and A Silver Mount Zion (some of the same people) more or less reflect my feelings about things these days. Godspeed is nearly all instrumental, but there's a monologue at the beginning of 'dead flag blues' that speaks volumes:
This monologue is used at the beginning of an anarcho-primitivist video called "Yu Koyo Peya" (The World is Ending). 'East Hastings' from the same album featured in Danny Boyle's 28 Days Later - it provided the soundtrack to the memorable scenes of a deserted London.
the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death
the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead
at the top of their poles
it went something like this:
the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair
the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever
we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
for sure it's the valley of death
i open up my wallet
and it's full of blood
I gather Godspeed/ASMZ are basically anarchists in their politics, but their music comes across as a plea for sanity in a messed up world.
"We've never lectured or insisted that everyone should believe the same things that we do; instead we've pleaded and pleaded and pleaded -- we've thrown these records into the ocean like so many hopeless transmissions, praying and hoping that some people would get the point, the simple simple simple point; that the world we live in is lost, violent, and obscene; that the relations we have with each other and ourselves are mostly alienated, that together we need to begin figuring out how to fix ourselves, our communities, our world."
- Godspeed You! Black Emperor
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YossarianUK
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Emptybee, I've been looking for that track since I heard it, but couldn't work out who'd done it. I'd been recommended Godspeed ages ago, but will need to get hold of some now.EmptyBee wrote:'East Hastings' from the same album featured in Danny Boyle's 28 Days Later - it provided the soundtrack to the memorable scenes of a deserted London.
"Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: So far so good... so far so good... so far so good. How you fall doesn't matter. It's how you land!"
La Haine, 1995
La Haine, 1995
The new Manic Street Preachers one is out this week, I don't know what it's like, but one song is called "Second Great Depression".
I've been following up some of the music and artists mentioned on this thread and it's been a great path of discovery, the Godspeed/ASMZ stuff in particular.
But shouldn't this thread be moved over to General Discussion?!?!
Anyway, one more rather tongue in cheek doomerish recommendation: "Intro-There's Only One Year Left!!!" from the Busta Rhymes "Extinction Level Event" album.
But shouldn't this thread be moved over to General Discussion?!?!
Anyway, one more rather tongue in cheek doomerish recommendation: "Intro-There's Only One Year Left!!!" from the Busta Rhymes "Extinction Level Event" album.
The year 2000 didn't turn out so bad really did it?Little Girl: Daddy what's it gonna be like in the year 2000?
Dad: Well sweetheart for your sake I hope it'll all be peaches & cream. But I'm afraid the end time is near. The cataclysmic apocalypse refered to in the scriptures of every holy book know to mankind. It will be an era fraught with boundless greed & corruption where global monitary systems disintegrate leaving brother to kill brother for a grain of over-cooked rice. The nations of the civilized world will collapse under the impressive weight of parasitic political conspiracies which remove all hope & optimism from their once faithfull citizens. Around the globe, generations of polluters will be punished for their sins. Unsheilded by the O-zone they have successfully depleted, left to bake in the searing naked rays of light. Wholesale assassinations served to destabilize every remaining government, leaving the starving & wicked to fend for themselves. Bloodthirsty renegade cyborgs created by tax-dodging corporations reek havok. Pissed off androids tired of being slaves to a godless & gutless system, where the rich get richer & the poor get f***ed over and out, unleash total world wide destruction by means of nuclear holocaust, annihilating the terrified masses, leaving in its torturous wake nothing but vicious, cannibalistic, mutating, radiating, and horribly disfigured hordes of satanic killers, bent on revenge, but against whom?, there are so few left alive. Starvation reins supreme, forcing unlucky survivers to eat anything & anyone in their path. Massive earthquakes crack the planets crust like a hollow egg shell, causing unending volcanic eruptions. Creatures of the seven seas, unable to escape the certain death upon land, boil in their liquid prison. Disease then circles the earth, plagues & viruses with no known cause or cure laying waste to whatever draws breath, and human-kind having proven itself to be nothing more than a race of ruthless scavengers, fall victim to merciless attacks at the hands of interplanetary alien tribes who seek to conquer our charred remains. This is Extinction Level Event, The Final World Front. And there is Only, One, Year, Left.
Little Girl: Wow, that's cool, I can't hardly wait!
Dad: You don't have to, beacause here it is..........(echos out)
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Kentucky Fried Panda
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Metallica - Fuel
Gimme Fuel,
Gimme Fire,
Gimme that which I desire,
Ooh!
Turn on...I see red
Adrenaline crash & crash my head
Nitro Junkie, Paint me dead
And I see red
One hundred plus through Black and White
War Horse, Warhead
F--k 'Em Man, white knuckles tight
Through Black & White
Ohhh, On I Burn,
Fuel is pumping engines,
Burning hard, loose & clean
And I burn,
Churning my direction,
Quench my thirst with Gasoline
So Gimme Fuel,
Gimme Fire,
Gimme that which I desire,
Hey
Turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out home
Burn your face upon the crome
Yeah!
Take the corner, join the crash,
Headlights, Headlines
Another Junkie lives too fast
Yeah lives way too fast, fast, fast, oohh-aye
Ohhh, On I Burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose & clean
And On I burn
Churning my direction,
Quench my thirst with Gasoline
So Gimme Fuel
Gimme Fire
Gimme that which I desire
Yeah-Heah
White Knuckle Tight!
(solo)
Gimmie Fuel.... On I burn, on and on
Gimmie Fire.... On I burn, on and on
My Desire....
Ohhh, On I Burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose & clean
And I burn
Churning my direction
Quench my thirst with Gasoline
Gimme Fuel
Gimme Fire
Gimme that which I desire
Ooh
On I Burn!
Gimme Fuel,
Gimme Fire,
Gimme that which I desire,
Ooh!
Turn on...I see red
Adrenaline crash & crash my head
Nitro Junkie, Paint me dead
And I see red
One hundred plus through Black and White
War Horse, Warhead
F--k 'Em Man, white knuckles tight
Through Black & White
Ohhh, On I Burn,
Fuel is pumping engines,
Burning hard, loose & clean
And I burn,
Churning my direction,
Quench my thirst with Gasoline
So Gimme Fuel,
Gimme Fire,
Gimme that which I desire,
Hey
Turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out home
Burn your face upon the crome
Yeah!
Take the corner, join the crash,
Headlights, Headlines
Another Junkie lives too fast
Yeah lives way too fast, fast, fast, oohh-aye
Ohhh, On I Burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose & clean
And On I burn
Churning my direction,
Quench my thirst with Gasoline
So Gimme Fuel
Gimme Fire
Gimme that which I desire
Yeah-Heah
White Knuckle Tight!
(solo)
Gimmie Fuel.... On I burn, on and on
Gimmie Fire.... On I burn, on and on
My Desire....
Ohhh, On I Burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose & clean
And I burn
Churning my direction
Quench my thirst with Gasoline
Gimme Fuel
Gimme Fire
Gimme that which I desire
Ooh
On I Burn!
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Mean Mr Mustard
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Midnight Oil - Beds Are Burning
It's about the taking of resources - Aboriginal Land - but it might as well be oil. Another dystopian vision, set to a cracking tune.
Out where the river broke
The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty five degrees
The time has come
To say fairs fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share
The time has come
A facts a fact
It belongs to them
Lets give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep when our beds are burning
Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From Kintore East to Yuendemu
The western desert lives and breathes
In forty five degrees
It's about the taking of resources - Aboriginal Land - but it might as well be oil. Another dystopian vision, set to a cracking tune.
Out where the river broke
The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
Steam in forty five degrees
The time has come
To say fairs fair
To pay the rent
To pay our share
The time has come
A facts a fact
It belongs to them
Lets give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep when our beds are burning
Four wheels scare the cockatoos
From Kintore East to Yuendemu
The western desert lives and breathes
In forty five degrees
A lot of people don't know that Midnight Oil were doing 'eco' stuff way back in the '80s before it was even remotely fashionable.
Not hippies though . . . most people of my age remember 'Beds are Burning' as one of their chart hits, but they were really serious activists.
Top tune!
Not hippies though . . . most people of my age remember 'Beds are Burning' as one of their chart hits, but they were really serious activists.
Top tune!
Andy Hunt
http://greencottage.burysolarclub.net
http://greencottage.burysolarclub.net
Eternal Sunshine wrote: I wouldn't want to worry you with the truth.
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Kentucky Fried Panda
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I love the Oils. Saw them live in SA years ago, brilliant.
US forces give the nod
It's a setback for your country
Bombs and trenches all in rows
Bombs and threats still ask for more
Divided world the CIA
Who controls the issue
You leave us with no time to talk
You can write your own assessment
Sing me songs of no denying
Seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big thing
Will you know it when you see it
High risk children dogs of war
Now market movements call the shots
Business deals in parking lots
Waiting for the meat of tomorrow
Everyone is too stoned to start emission
People too scared to go to prison
We're unable to make decisions
Political party line don't cross that floor
L. Ron Hubbard can't save your life
Superboy takes a plutonium wife
In the shadows of Ban the Bomb we live
Sing me songs of no denying
Seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big thing
US forces give the nod
It's a setback for your country
Bombs and trenches all in rows
Bombs and threats still ask for more
Divided world the CIA
Who controls the issue
You leave us with no time to talk
You can write your own assessment
Sing me songs of no denying
Seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big thing
Will you know it when you see it
High risk children dogs of war
Now market movements call the shots
Business deals in parking lots
Waiting for the meat of tomorrow
Everyone is too stoned to start emission
People too scared to go to prison
We're unable to make decisions
Political party line don't cross that floor
L. Ron Hubbard can't save your life
Superboy takes a plutonium wife
In the shadows of Ban the Bomb we live
Sing me songs of no denying
Seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big thing