• Animal farms

    Animal Farm par George Orwell, 1945

     

    Animal in Man par Dead Prez est une chanson rap inspirée du roman. J'avoue que le morceau est très beau et les paroles exploitables:

    Paroles:

     

    *two guys talking*
    (guy 1)
    Help me!
    (guy 2)
    You want me to help you?
    Man is evil, capable of nothing but destruction

    (narrator)
    Once upon a time
    There was a very serious situation growing
    There was a farmer and a farmyard filled with animals
    And this is the story of their times

    Verse 1
    Old man sammy had a farm
    Walked the land with the wife
    Most of the time shit was calm
    His whole life was maintained off the everyday labor
    From the mules in the field to the cattle in the stable
    This is how we kept food on this table (maxing)
    You would have he was disabled by the way he be relaxing
    Acting like mr. magnificent
    But the animals were thinking something different
    The sentiment was tension in the barnyard
    Throughout the years they had been through mad drama
    With the farmer, word is bond
    And they all came to one conclusion
    They argued there was no way they'd ever be free
    If it was up to humans
    Therefore the only course left was revolution which was understandable
    And since the pigs promised to lead in the interest of all the animals
    They planned a full attack
    Under the leadership of hannibal
    The fattest pig in the pack
    The next morning on the farm
    Everything was calm
    Just before dawn
    But before long
    The sun got so hot it made the farm seem electric
    Now check it
    This is when that shit got hectic
    Directed by hannibal, the animals attacked
    Old sam was in a state of shock
    And fell up on his back
    And dropped his rifle
    Reaching in vain
    Each and every creature from the field at his throat
    Screaming "kill, feel the pain."

    Chorus
    This is the animal in man
    This is the animal in you
    This is the animal in man
    Coming true (2x)

    Verse 2
    After they ran the farmer off the farm
    The pigs went around and called a meeting in the barn
    Hannibal spoke for several hours
    But when talks about his plans for power
    That's when the conversation turned sour
    He issued an offical ordinance to set
    If not a pig from this day forth then you insubordinate
    That's when the horses went buckwild
    One of them shouted out
    "you fraudulent pigs, we know your fucking style!"
    Hannibal's face was flushed and pale
    All the animals eyes full of disgust and betrayal
    He felt the same way sam felt
    They took his tongue out of his mouth
    And cut his body up for sale, for real
    You better listen while you can
    Its a very thin line between animal and man
    When hannibal crossed the line they all took a stand
    What would have done?
    Shook his hand?
    This is the animal in man

     

    Pigs par Pink Floyd. Tirée de l'album Animals cet extrait, comme les autres de l'album, sont inspirés de l'oeuvre d'Orwell.

    Paroles:

    Big man, pig man
    Ha, ha, charade you are
    You well heeled big wheel
    Ha, ha, charade you are
    And when your hand is on your heart
    You're nearly a good laugh
    Almost a joker
    With your head down in the pig bin
    Saying 'Keep on digging'
    Pig stain on your fat chin
    What do you hope to find
    Down in the pig mine?
    You're nearly a laugh
    You're nearly a laugh
    But you're really a cry

    Bus stop rat bag
    Ha, ha, charade you are
    You ****ed up old hag
    Ha, ha, charade you are
    You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
    You're nearly a good laugh
    Almost worth a quick grin
    You like the feel of steel
    You're hot stuff with a hatpin
    And good fun with a hand gun
    You're nearly a laugh
    You're nearly a laugh
    But you're really a cry

    Hey you, Whitehouse
    Ha, ha, charade you are
    You house proud town mouse
    Ha, ha, charade you are
    You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
    You're nearly a real treat
    All tight lips and cold feet
    And do you feel abused?
    You got to stem the evil tide
    And keep it all on the inside
    Mary you're nearly a treat
    Mary you're nearly a treat
    But you're really a cry

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