Cast Lead(ership Down!)

Brookhaven Symphonic Poetry: SNG'z - Cast Lead(ership Down!)

Crafted from "Opening Theme" by Bob Cobert and Mark Northam, originally appearing on the original soundtrack for "War and Remembrance".

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The lyrics in this piece (most of 'em) were originally part of a song, called "Evening Sun", which I intend to put on the SNG'z second album (I know, I know, I haven't even released the first one yet.  I've kinda been working on both albums simultaneously).  

This piece of Symphonic Poetry came about because, well, I suppose you could say I was motivated by my lack of motivation. :p No, REALLY. Let it go. The State has convinced generations of your ancestors that it is absolutely necessary to you. But cooperation for the common weal can accomplish more for human society than the State ever could. 

See, I started work on the song "Evening Sun" probably at least two months ago now.  I got most of the lyrics knocked out, and everything was going fine, but I'm a perfectionist, and listening to it, I thought my vocals didn't come off authentic enough in my delivery.  One would think "Okay, no big deal.  I'll just re-record them".  No matter that I had already rerecorded them numerous times over and over and over again...

At some point, I got sick of working on that song, so, like I tend to do, I put it off to the side until I get some sort of inspiration to come back to it and finish it.  Fast forward a couple months.  A couple days ago, I'm sitting there, trying to add a decent drumline to the opening theme for "War and Remembrance", which, by the way, is an awesome piece of music.  I tried about 15 different drumlines, and they just didn't really work, for one notable reason.  This tune is not rhythmically consistent.  Oh, it MOSTLY keeps in the same time signature, but at the end of each "phrase" on the tune, the last note is held what appears to be twice as long as normal, so that it throws off the rhythm enough to where creating a drumline for it is not as easy a proposition as it initially might seem.

I was getting frustrated, and again, was about on the verge to push it aside and work on another project.  Then I thought about the lyrics to "Evening Sun" that I had written, about the monstrous Israeli Genocide operation called "Operation Cast Lead", in which Israel dropped a bunch of white phosphorous on unarmed Palestinian civilians, including women and children.

I'm not sure if you're familiar with phosphorous.  That stuff on the tip of a match, that flares up big and very, very hot when you light the match?  That's phosporous.  That's what those sick, demented monsters in charge of Israel's foreign policy used on Palestinian civilians.  No, I don't condone at all the suicide bombers who have gone and blown themselves up in the middle of crowded Israeli marketplaces either.  But seriously.  Using phosporous against people?  That's not only barbaric, that's just diabolical.  THAT'S not protecting Israel.  That's just plain genocide.

See those children burned and bloodied in those pictures? Those are victims of the IDF's Operation: Cast Lead. Apparently, mighty Israel thought those children to be such terrible terrorists that they hit them with white f'n phosphorous. Remember folks, it's the Government in Tel Aviv's "patriotic duty" to do things like this to children. To "protect" the security of Israel, of course. (Burn in Hell, Zionism.)I live half a world away from Gaza, and there's not a whole hell of a lot that I can do to help those poor people, who live in the world's biggest ghetto, probably the biggest ghetto ever in the history of the human species.  1.5 million of them, who in all their lives have never known a life of peace or even of relative safety.  As I said, I live quite a ways away, and there's not much I can do.  But by all the GODS, I can make production to try to help spread awareness of what those poor people are being put through by the Government of the State of Israel.

So I decided that I would try to fit at least some of the lyrics from "Evening Sun" over the War and Remembrance theme (to this day, whenever I think about the supposed Holocaust, it is the War and Remembrance theme that pops into my head, including a picture of the legendary actor John Gielgud as Aaron Jastrow).  It was not really all that easy to match up the lyrics with the tune, due to the fact that the tune has a slightly irregular rhythm to it.  But I did what I could, and it didn't turn out too bad.  Nonetheless, if this symphonic poem is a little rough in spots, I beg your pardon.  

Enjoy this piece about the SECOND Holocaust (the one that Israel is committing against its Arab neighbors right this very moment, because apparently, when Israel says "Never again," they mean no one ELSE should ever commit genocide, but it's apparently perfectly okay in their minds for THEM to do so. Murderous hypocrites), and thank you for listening! 

Raspe's Rating: * * *

     LYRICS     

D.J. Raspe:  December 27th, two days after Christmas.
Israel's got the bloodthirst, so it's down to business.
22 days, 1300 dead in the airstrikes. 
Never wanted a fair fight!
Unarmed civilians had to bear might, and I gotta ask why?

Doggman:  Because they was THERE, right?

D.J. Raspe:  So many humans perished within the burning light.
While the West merely slept.  It wasn't THEIR fight. 

Doggman:   One point five million starving people locked in a cage.
A Prison without walls, feeling Tel-Aviv's rage.
Enslaved to a cycle of violence, 
while A.I.P.A.C. money ensures the media's silence.
And while Western familes was enjoyin' they presents, 
Gazan kids was burnin from White Phosporescence. 
Victims of a homicidal cult. Kifflom! 
Executed for belief in Islam!

D.J. Raspe:  And who's to blame for this unbridled genocide?  
And who's to blame for when the little children died?
The IDF dealt 'em death for the sake of racial pride,
but though THEY pulled the trigger, the blame's for you and I.

Cause you see it was funded by you and me.
OUR tax money funds these wars without victory.
YOU bought the bombs that smoke kids like hickory.
Your Government offers your labor as sacrifice to Tel-Aviv!

Without asking consent, your tax dollar is spent
on 3 plus billion dollars of yearly aid from your Government,
to sponsor the murder of unarmed peasants...including Children!
YOU didn't kill them, but your taxes footed the bill, 
and knowing this STILL, you refuse to take up arms?
And march upon those who would do such harm on Capitol Hill?

Doggman:  Yeah! Shit's that real right now.  Take a look around!
Your job has become serfdom, cause yo' broke ass can't leave it.
Your peoples are starving in the streets, but you can't bring yourself to believe it.
You believed in the dream, but now you feel cheated.  
Perhaps you think your power's been deleted.
It's too much WORK to stand, so remain seated.
And so, my friend, THIS is Democracy...defeated.

D.J. Raspe:  Let the War-Criminal by common men be tried.

Doggman:  Let it be known, war is political suicide!

D.J. Raspe:  Let love for all give you courage in your hearts, and hate fail!

Doggman:  Give the budget to the schools.  Let the Army hold bake sales!

D.J. Raspe:  Puppets, rise up and break your strings!

Doggman:  End your torment!  Show your power to those would-be Kings!

D.J. Raspe:  In the city and the military, there should be MUTINY!

Doggman:  ...when the plight of the People is placed under scrutiny!

D.J. Raspe:  Ya better pay attention!  This shit's no invention!
The whole f'n world hangs upon YOUR intervention!
You can sit back and just kick it.  
Want a Revolution, but be afraid to pick it/picket. 
Or you can stand free in Solidarity with Humanity,
and refuse to accept injustice! 
And when you done had enough, and you're just pissed, 
then just bust THIS. (AK-47 shoots several times)
BLAM!  Justice!

You got the power to shut DOWN the State.  So I gotta say...well..FUCK THE WAIT!
DEMAND Equal Rights! And refuse to pay, if we don't get our way! 
We want our MONEY!  We want our RIGHTS!
We don't WANT to pay our labor to the Zionist fight!
NO Tax for eternal Zionist night!
Let's run this thing OURSELVES!  Yeah, let's GO there!
Because rats trapped in a cage ain't goin' nowhere...

But the grave...
 

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