"I'd Rather Smash All Countries"
Apr. 20th, 2010 11:27 pmSo the past couple of days have been strained for me, as they often are. National Memorial Day (for dead soldiers and those killed in terrorist attacks) which is followed directly by Independence Day - I didn't want to write about these days and what they mean and how the Nakba is erased.
Instead I'll post this song by Israeli Anarchist Band Polianna Frank, called Dykes and the Holy War:
Dykes and The Holy War
Suddenly it's: help the struggling people,
Freedom fighters on the run
It's benefits and marches, support the freedom fund
All they see is unjustice of a state that won't let go
Well I agree it must be stopped
But the other side is just as bad, you know
I won't help murderers and rapers,
Struggling to be free
My sisters always pay the price:
They matter more to me than a new born state,
Where men will put us down
I'd rather smash all countries than help to start another one
And I'll beat my own drum
Don't be fooled: I'm not sweet,
I'm a nicely wrapped bomb
All revolutions are alike
None will enter my door
Guess what they'll do to us dykes
When they'll win their holy war
We too are freedom fighters
But we don't carry guns
We won't promise you heaven
With us you're on the run
The only bright future is the one we'll make ourselves
Not another promised people's land
Just a little corner where we're safe
and I'll beat my own drum...
Instead I'll post this song by Israeli Anarchist Band Polianna Frank, called Dykes and the Holy War:
Dykes and The Holy War
Suddenly it's: help the struggling people,
Freedom fighters on the run
It's benefits and marches, support the freedom fund
All they see is unjustice of a state that won't let go
Well I agree it must be stopped
But the other side is just as bad, you know
I won't help murderers and rapers,
Struggling to be free
My sisters always pay the price:
They matter more to me than a new born state,
Where men will put us down
I'd rather smash all countries than help to start another one
And I'll beat my own drum
Don't be fooled: I'm not sweet,
I'm a nicely wrapped bomb
All revolutions are alike
None will enter my door
Guess what they'll do to us dykes
When they'll win their holy war
We too are freedom fighters
But we don't carry guns
We won't promise you heaven
With us you're on the run
The only bright future is the one we'll make ourselves
Not another promised people's land
Just a little corner where we're safe
and I'll beat my own drum...