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1. |
As the Bombs Rain Down
02:14
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Hear the drones above your head
What were the last words that she said
Before she joined the thousands dead
As the bombs rain down
See the fire in the sky
Hear all of the children cry
The tower falls from way up high
As the bombs rain down
See the dust rise everywhere
Once it was a building there
Then it crashed down from the air
As the bombs rain down
Twisted bodies all around
The never-ending buzzing sound
The earthquake shaking all the ground
As the bombs rain down
Shattered camps of refugees
Necklaces of ancient keys
Smell the burning olive trees
As the bombs rain down
See the homes, apartment blocks
See the mosques reduced to rocks
Feel the awe and feel the shock
As the bombs rain down
See the sewage in the street
Mixed with blood beneath your feet
Before the sonic boom repeats
As the bombs rain down
See the darkness of the night
No power for the lights
But the explosions are so bright
As the bombs rain down
Nothing left but rubble strewn
Nothing rising but the moon
But the next one’s coming soon
As the bombs rain down
Hear the politicians say
There’s nothing here to see today
We’re punishing Hamas this way
As the bombs rain down
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2. |
Stop the Genocide
02:52
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The story begins, they’ll say, in the fall of ‘23
When the inmates in the prison camp broke free
Attacking military targets, 400 soldiers dead
If you listen to survivors, so many of them said
Most others who were killed, died during the fight
As the army came in, destroying everything in sight
Smashing down the buildings upon fighters, upon kids
All the evidence suggests that’s exactly what they did
And then the Air Force took no time at all
To bomb hospitals and churches and to make the towers fall
The western media just repeats the lies
While every minute or so, another child dies
Buried beneath the rubble of homes and schools and playgrounds
Crushed just seconds after hearing the deafening sounds
Of bombs exploding everywhere, underneath the rockslide
Around the world people shouting, “stop the genocide”
At least ten thousand killed in just the first four weeks
They killed five thousand children to bomb the men they seek
But what’s happened up to this point will pale in compare
With the gravity of what I'm about to share
With more than a million children, it seems impossible to think
The IDF wants no one to have anything to drink
They’re bombing water tanks there by the oceanside...
They walled off the ghetto almost twenty years ago
Sealed it off on all sides to throttle off the flow
Of what might go in or out, like things to drink or eat
Medicine or people or necessities to meet
The needs of 2 million, trapped beneath the bombs
Beneath the chemical weapons burning skin like napalm
Beneath all the bunker-busters the US has provided...
The world watches on, in outrage and in fear
As the latest “war to end all wars” is here
Like the most deadly game of chess, the US Navy in the harbor
As if to dare anyone to try to stop the slaughter
As the facts on the ground are more dire by the second
If we look into the future how will this be reckoned
We ask each other in the streets, marching side by side...
All of those who wondered what would I have done
The last time there was such a holocaust as this one
Are faced with the dilemma that's bursting at the seam
How to stop the madness of this Israeli regime
How to stop the killing before everybody dies
While there are any parents left to hear the cries
Of their children in the rubble just before they died...
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People have been living there as long as anybody knows
Inventing math and science and how to sail where the wind blows
Poetry, philosophy, religions had their start
Lots of different people made up the beating heart
Of the land of Falasteen, from Safad to Beersheba
From Jerusalem to Jaffa, from Acre to Rafah
Where they dream of the day when Palestine is free
From the Jordan River to the Mediterranean Sea
In the wake of the disasters that had shaken all the world
A new state was declared, a new flag unfurled
And the Nakba engineered, with the map redrawn
Three-quarters of a million refugees, their homes taken, gone
Occupied, invaded, by those who called it theirs
Where the people are forever in the crosshairs Where...
Since 1948 the diaspora has grown
Within and without the occupation zone
Towns reduced to rubble while the settlements expand
Taking up more and more of what's left of the land
And wherever people rise up and see fit to resist
Though the colonizers say they're just terrorists They dream...
The logic of the west twists the world on its head
While this genocidal slaughter leaves untold children dead
They ban protests in Berlin, say we don't want to hear
About the babies in the rubble or those paralyzed with fear
As the German and American missiles kill and maim
While children wonder why we can't all just be treated the same As they dream...
As far away as anything that could possibly be right
That to want a normal life makes you an antisemite
To live in a home that bulldozers won't destroy
Where you can travel to the place where you're employed
Without waiting at a checkpoint where you're likely to be shot
Shortening the shortened life that is the one you've got As they dream...
You can hear the outrage rising from Algiers to Jakarta
At the genocidal bombing laying waste to Gaza
While in DC and Berlin the politicians shout
Celebrate the slaughter as they claim beyond a doubt
These marchers in the streets are filled with hate
They must be since they're marching against a genocidal state
And they dream...
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For six weeks now the bombing has continued
Every few minutes another child dies
Crushed without warning beneath the rubble of their homes
And that’s where her body lies
And those who are pulled out from the carnage
And who may just live to see another day
May first meet a doctor with a marker
Who will inscribe five letters down to say
Writing on the bodies of survivors
An acronym for anyone to see
WCNSF – Wounded Child
No Surviving Family
Entire families missing from the register
Since they all lived and slept in the same
Tower block that generations shared
Now it’s just a street with a name
That last month had a row of buildings
That used to be alive with children playing
Now a doctor scrawls on an armless boy
As his parents, still, beneath the rubble laying
See the lifeless legs dangling at an angle
That tell you exactly how they died
One moment they were laying on a mattress
The next moment, the building opened wide
As a one-ton missile made in California
Was dropped upon it, and this is how
It became a grave for a whole extended family
Which is what it is now, as they’re…
The US Navy guards the Mediterranean
To make sure nobody intervenes
With the bunker-busters smashing down the buildings
Each passing hour, another horrifying scene
Of living children crying for their mothers
As they limp past mountains of the dead
To the hospital that’s also being bombed
To the school that’s now a sea of red, as they’re…
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5. |
Humanitarian Pause
02:50
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After targeting emergency responders
After blowing up the water tanks and fuel
After bombing all the hospitals and ambulances
After blowing up the mosques and the schools
After bombing all the camps north and south
The camps of new and former refugees
After fighter jets with bunker buster missiles
After navy ships shelling from the sea
They’ll take a little break from slaughtering the children
Then they’ll do it all over again
After bombing all the solar panels
After blasting apart every street
After leveling apartment blocks, turning them to dust
When might they think the bombing is complete
After blowing up the churches and the parliament
After killing families in their cars
After killing families walking down the road
With nothing in between them and the stars
After bombing their own prisoners
Beneath the missiles, dying there alone
Who knows what might be their plan of attack
As they kill off so many of their own
After keeping food and water from the people
After making sure all the injured die
Along with all the babies in the incubators
As everywhere the world wonders why
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In the Congress and the Bundestag you’ll see them wring their hands
And say how they wish in hindsight they had tried to understand
How they wished they’d seen the warning signs and heard the generals speak
And believed them when they talked about the vengeance they would wreak
How they should have known this was not idle conversation
How they should have listened harder when they said “elimination”
Yes once it’s all too late, and the graveyards are all filled
Once the last Palestinian’s killed
On Manhattan Island in the halls of the UN
The whole world will come together to say “never again”
They’ll open a museum full of relics of the past
Before those who used to live there resisted to the last
We’ll look at pictures of the rubble with the dead limbs poking through
The viewers will shed a tear and wish the leaders knew
Before the war ended in the way Ben-Gvir had willed
In the Parliament they’ll say perhaps we should have listened
Instead of purging Europe’s biggest party of internal opposition
Should have paid attention to the millions in the streets
To those massive crowds around the globe voting with their feet
Should have read the signs, should have listened to their words
Instead of denouncing all the talk of genocide as just absurd
Should have looked at the pictures of the bodies charred and grilled
When that last tower block was flattened, in the days before
The last bakery was bombed, in this total war
When there were still kindergartens, when the hospitals still stood
This would have been the time to question if we should
Have been sending all those weapons instead of barring them complete
If instead of cheering on the evil enemy’s defeat
We might have asked if there was anywhere left for flour to be milled
When the project is complete, and they make the desert bloom
Once they’ve finished turning cities into tombs
Once the dead are out of sight and buried in the ground
Once the rubble has been bulldozed and no one hears the sound
Of dying children screaming from somewhere down below
Once the shopping malls are gleaming, and no one needs to know
How many babies bodies are in this soil that we’ve tilled
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7. |
Famine and Disease
02:32
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In the places they report it, if you listen to the news
You’ll hear the press conferences and the words they choose
To describe the facts on the ground on the Gaza Strip
You can hear the measured phrases, see the trembling lips
Uttering words so rarely spoken, eyes open wide
As one official after the other speaks of genocide
From the head of each department you can hear the powerless pleas
The next wave of the carnage will be famine and disease
As the fighter jets rain missiles down from way up in the sky
As the tower blocks collapse with each mission that they fly
As the hospitals are targeted along with everything
As the cameras show us the apocalypse they bring
With no buildings, with no homes, when no structure remains
Once it’s all been leveled by the ships and tanks and planes
Every medical practitioner around the Earth agrees
The next wave of the carnage will be famine and disease
As the Congress writes a blank check to facilitate the slaughter
Biden says he told them to let in the food and water
But they’re not, and nothing happens, but more destruction everywhere
White phosphorous burning any skin exposed to air
Actions making clear that annihilation
Is the Israeli regime’s plan for the Palestinian nation
If you survive the bombings, you don’t burn or freeze
The next wave of the carnage will be famine and disease
Across the world, from Yemen to Algeria
Militias on the move from Lebanon to Syria
While on the Gaza Strip, if they have a working phone
They’re trying to tell us all don’t just leave us here alone
Don’t look away as this happens again
While this world still has Palestinians
Because for all these refugees descended from other refugees
The next wave of the carnage will be famine and disease
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As the IOF is bombing Gaza into dust
Stunning all the world with the vengeance and bloodlust
Across the walls and watchtowers, across the Occupied West Bank
Smashing down the buildings are the bulldozers and tanks
Where they’re arresting all the children and keeping them in cells
About the size of coffins, like one of the rings of hell
While settlers from Tel Aviv, Europe and America
Carry out the pogroms of Judea and Samaria
They’re releasing a few prisoners as they take some more
The difference is semantic as they’re breaking down your door
Settlers or soldiers, machine guns in their hands
There to burn more cars and homes on Palestinian land
There to attack children, there to burn the trees
To commit crimes against humanity in the home of the Pharisees
These men from West Jerusalem, England and Australia
That carry out the pogroms of Judea and Samaria
They’ve choked off every checkpoint, shooting as they will
Executing eight-year-olds and the mentally ill
Sending in the warplanes, tearing up the streets
Along with arbitrary torture, every effort to complete
The project that began, I’ll let you decide when
1948 or 1967
It all looks so much like it used to look in Russia
As they carry out the pogroms of Judea and Samaria
In the future when they gaze upon the remnants
Of what’s left of the people they might call the former tenants
The grandchildren of the pogromists might like to know
Where did all the Palestinians go
They’ll be too late to change the horrors here unfolding
Or the future that the present here is molding
As it was when they colonized Namibia or Kenya
As they carry out the pogroms of Judea and Samaria
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Such a carpet-bombing nowhere has ever borne
In the land where everyone is some version of forlorn
We watch the skies light up again, and if the one with the camera falls
Another takes their place when duty calls, for
The apocalypse will be televised – I’m watching it on this screen
Live on camera – the holocaust of Falasteen
As hunger sweeps the enclave, cut off from every side
Besieged from each direction, nowhere safe to hide
As the last drops of liquid trickle from a broken main
And water-borne diseases come as surely as the rain
Watch the men stripped naked and humiliated
See the bodies in the open, hear it clearly stated
By every UN worker who has managed to survive
If they don’t stop then soon there will be no one left alive
Hear the heads of state make their intentions known
Watch as they illustrate them as we’ve all been shown
By destroying every building and leaving no water to drink
If this isn’t genocide then what is it, do you think
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She was looking for a place to have a baby
But with the hospitals destroyed
She headed south in a donkey cart
To give birth to her little boy
She wasn’t lying in a manger
No hay beneath her on the ground
She couldn’t hear her newborn’s cries
With the bombs exploding all around
There’s Baby Jesus lying in the rubble
A hungry little bag of skin and bones
With his mother Mary broken there beside him
In the place that they were calling a “safe zone”
Without a blanket, without a drop of water
Nothing between them and the sky
The wise men from the east tried to come to see him
But they’re trapped at the crossing in Sinai
There’s no fuel for the water pumps
Only for the drones always buzzing overhead
Reminding every child there beneath them
The next moment, it could be your mama dead
“He’s the son of God,” said the angel
As the babe began to shiver from the cold
There was a twinkle in his eye for a moment
Before the rigor mortis took hold
This prophet who was born to save our species
This child who was the only son
Of all the tens of thousands killed so far
Now we can add another one
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11. |
Just Like the Nazis Did
04:04
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After so many decades of patronage By the world’s greatest empire
After so many potential agreements Were rejected by opening fire
After crushing so many uprisings Now they’re making their ultimate bid
Pursuing their Final Solution Just like the Nazis did
They forced refugees into ghettos Then set the ghettos aflame
Murdering writers and poets And so no one remember their names
Killing their entire families The grandparents, women and kids
The uncles and cousins and babies Just like the Nazis did
They’re bombing all means of sustaining Human life at all
See the few shelters remaining Watch as the tower blocks fall
They’re bombing museums and libraries In order to get rid
Of any memory of the people who lived here Just like the Nazis did
They’re saying these people are animals And they should all end up dead
They’re sending soldiers into schools And shooting children in the head
The rhetoric is identical And with Gaza off the grid
They’ve already said what happens next Just like the Nazis did
Words of war for domestic consumption And lies for all the rest
To try to distract our attention Among their enablers in the West
Because Israel needs their imports To keep those pallets on the skids
They need fuel and they need missiles Just like the Nazis did
They’re using food as a weapon They’re using water that way, too
They’re trying to kill everyone in Gaza Or make them flee, it’s true
As the pundits talk of “after the war” Like with the Fall of Madrid
The victors are preparing for more Just like the Nazis did
But it’s after the conquest’s complete If history is any guide
When the occupying army Is positioned to decide
When disease and famine kills Whoever may have hid
Behind the ghetto walls Just like the Nazis did
All around the world People are trying to tell
There is a genocide unfolding Ringing alarm bells
But with such a powerful axis And so many lucrative bids
They know who wants their money Just like the Nazis did
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Samer Abudaqqa had his camera in his hand
He was wearing his helmet and his vest
Like Shireen Abu-Akleh and so many others
He was easily identified as a member of the press
They can call the killing indiscriminate
But this isn’t exactly true
When they’re specifically targeting certain people
In order to silence the news
They’re killing off the journalists of Gaza
Day after day after day after day
Hoping they can hide their crimes this way
Ola Atalla was slain last week
Along with nine members of her family
They were taking shelter in someone else’s home
After fleeing Gaza City
Ayat Khadoura died alongside
An unknown number thus far
Her only dream now was to be killed in one piece
So they would know who we are
Mohammed Abu Hatab with Palestine TV
Dead with his family of eleven
Mostawa El Sawaf was killed in another
Along with his wife and two sons
Sari Monsour was killed in an airstrike
On a refugee camp
Mohamed Abu Hasira along with 42 relations
Slaughtered with another familicidal stamp
They hope that if they kill the messengers
They can stop the message getting out
If they can smash all the cameras
Silence everyone trying to shout
Out to the world that might listen
And see the horrors happening beneath the Palestinian skies
The slaughter that for now
We can still see with our eyes
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They were raising a white flag
They were trying to be rescued
They took off their shirts, so they wouldn’t pose a threat
Just like they were trained to do
They were shouting out in Hebrew
We’re the ones you’re looking for
But the soldiers didn’t hesitate, they just opened fire
Because it’s that kind of war
They were raising a white flag
In the wrong place at the wrong time
Did they not know the rules had changed now
Existence was a crime
They were people alive in Gaza
Where living is compressed
Between the time when you are born
And the time you get a bullet in your chest
They were raising a white flag
Just more evidence that proves
The rules of engagement
Are shoot anything that moves
When you see the broken bodies
Of all the children dead
Including the ones who were shot, point blank
At a UN shelter, squarely in the head
They were raising a white flag
Which moved and made a blip
On the screen of their computers
Click the button, “let ‘er rip”
And blow up the whole building
Because you saw someone survived
Because in a war like this, the enemy
Is anyone left alive
They were raising a white flag
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I heard Gallant and Austin talking to the press
Looking strong for the cameras, how could they do less
With all that’s arrayed against them from the Houthi army in Sana
From the shores of Lebanon to the fighters in Gaza
Thousands and thousands of terrorists – terrorists everywhere
Terrorists taking hostages and never fighting fair
Dying in such numbers and then fighting back some more
After all our efforts, in war after war after war
Where do these terrorists come from, what is it that makes them tick?
Is there something in the water that makes them a bit thick?
Maybe it’s the weather that gets them all so mad
Perhaps it’s their schooling and the childhoods they had
Raised to rage and fight, to praise the martyrs passed
Indoctrinated with ideas like fighting to the last
Or it could be just that Disney is too much to tolerate
And to look at Donald Duck just fills them up with hate
Maybe they’re all homophobes who don’t like our gay bars
They don’t like us because we drink too much and have adult film stars
So many bigoted people who think we’re underdressed
Rebelling against the infidel bikinis of the west
Maybe they don’t like our music, maybe they just want to kill
Maybe they’re brainwashed by their imams and they’re following God’s will
Maybe they like the Russians and they’re Putin’s tools
Or maybe they just believe in Sharia Rule
Maybe they don’t like freedom and offensive French cartoons
Maybe they don’t like that story about the red balloon
Maybe they fear the future, they reject modernity
They want to keep their people in a feudal society
Perhaps they don’t like HBO, or it could be CNN
Maybe they’re afraid it could liberate their women
Maybe it’s our sex shops or the drugs we’ve legalized
Maybe that’s the reason why the west is so despised
It could be that they woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Perhaps they read Mein Kampf and got ideas in their heads
Maybe they’re antisemites, they don’t like Jews
Who knows where they got their violent views
Maybe they’re still resentful since the Inquisition
Maybe they want to control the world, the jihadi mission
Or perhaps they just have issues anyone could understand
Like invaders stole and occupied their land
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15. |
Song for the Houthi Army
03:21
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Half the world’s trade passes by here
So much of it goes through Tel Aviv
Meanwhile in the port of Gaza
No ships can arrive, and not a boat can leave
While every day hundreds are dying
Beneath the rain of missiles fired from the air
Millions of starving Palestinians
On the run and being slaughtered everywhere
No safe place in the Gaza Strip
No armies coming to defend
While all over the planet people are asking
When will this savage bombing end?
How many more thousands of children
Can be killed while we stand by?
How can we just live our lives
While we watch the babies die?
Shukran jazeelan to the Houthi Army
Standing for the conscience of us all
When they say no business as usual
While the bombs continue to fall
For a country that doesn’t have an air force
They’re painting black, red, green, and white
On the helicopters that they use to board the ships
To show their cause is right
The president says this terrorism
Must stop right away
To which the Houthis respond, yes
That’s exactly what we’re trying to say!
Ships are going all the way ‘round Africa
To avoid the Houthi net
If Israel wants trading partners now they might be
Just a little harder to get
We can blockade ports all over
North, south, east and west
But the Houthi Army are the ones who are no doubt
Blocking the traffic the best
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16. |
Land and Freedom
02:48
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You can paint it as a war of good and evil
You can pretend that your cause is just
You can try to say you have the moral army
And the other is just driven by bloodlust
You can say you’re on the side of western values
And the others represent barbarity
You can say your enemies want chaos
While you stand up for peace and prosperity
You can keep telling lies from here to Kingdom Come
But all that anybody wants is land and freedom
You can say they’ve got the wrong religion
You can say that they just want to hate
You can drop bombs upon their cities
You can say your God is great
You can speak of punishment and lessons
And how you must eliminate
All the terrorists that you had to slaughter
In the course of your affairs of state
You can claim that you represent the future
And the other represents the times of old
You can talk about how liberated your people are
Not like their feudal, patriarchal mold
You can talk about your love of life and liberty
You can paint a death mask on your foe
You can say what you like about your enemy
But you can’t change what everybody knows
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17. |
Indiscriminate
02:27
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They bombed the Jabaliya camp once again
And once again those killed are all women and children
No one can keep track of the numbers of dead
Or find which torso belongs to which head
Bodies are lying in what’s left of the streets
Sometimes someone covers them with sheets
Surrounded by destruction wherever you look
No way to fathom all the lives that they took
They call it indiscriminate
It would be so terrible, if true
But they’re targeting doctors, they’re targeting patients, they’re targeting journalists, they’re targeting poets, they’re targeting women, and they’re targeting children, too
However this slaughter might come to an end
Whoever remains alive to defend
The right for a people to simply exist
Whoever is still here to raise their fist
Will never forget the war that was waged
On a city imprisoned by a gigantic cage
An air force against the civilian homes
Of those not protected by the Iron Dome
Who will be left to remember those killed
When the air has cleared from the smoke that filled
The whole city with poisonous gas
Burning the skin off the children it passed
Turning whole towers into piles of rock
As those watching try to comprehend through the shock
That they just killed 70 members
Of one family in this month of December
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18. |
It's Christmas Eve
02:40
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It’s Christmas Eve, stores are stuffed to the gills
With last-minute shoppers, making sure all the stockings are filled
The Santas and elves are all busy, posing for photos with kids
And 365 days ago, that’s just what they did
It’s Christmas Eve, in front of the wall
The guy from the Salvation Army stands beside the entrance to the mall
Holding his bucket, with a toothless smile, ringing his bell
He’ll shiver in the cold, and he’ll wish us well
It’s Christmas Eve, kids rich and poor
Across the country, anticipating, sitting on the floor
Opening presents, having a party, or waiting til the morn
Some of them singing songs about a child that was born
It’s Christmas Eve, people gather around
In suburbs across America you’ll likely hear the sounds
Of pianos and guitars and choirs, singing songs about Bethlehem
Gathered round the nativity scene, every year you can hear them
It’s Christmas Eve, when some people dream
About a world free of war and want, and similar themes
People give money to charity, and they hope for the best
Scenes like these unfolding all over the West
It’s Christmas Eve, but in Manger Square
No strings of lights, no celebrations anywhere
And in place of the Christmas tree, where it would normally stand
There’s Mother Mary, with a lifeless baby in her hands
It’s Christmas Eve
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19. |
Antisemite
02:23
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If you are a fan of democracy
If you have a problem with state theocracy
If you’re having issues with minority rule
Or with the propaganda they teach your kids in school
You don’t like invading armies bent on thievery
If you think it’s wrong to steal someone’s country
There’s just one explanation, though it may be getting trite
You must be an antisemite, you must be an antisemite
If you don’t like the idea of shooting mortar rounds at kids
It must be because you just don’t like the Yids
Israel bombs hospitals – if you heard that on the news
It must be because that network doesn’t like the Jews
All those UN agencies crying genocide
Secretly still blame us for the way that Jesus died
There’s just one explanation we keep within our sights
You must be an antisemite, you must be an antisemite
If you think free speech is a really good thing
If you fear the future that censorship may bring
If you think Mark Zuckerberg is a pawn of the CIA
If you don’t believe whatever the western leaders say
If you march and chant “from the river to the sea”
If you say you’ll keep fighting until Palestine is free
There’s just one explanation, right there in black and white
You must be an antisemite, you must be an antisemite
If you’re not a fan of home demolitions
If you’ve got some kind of problem with the Zionist position
It can’t be that you care about humanity
It can’t be just that you want some sanity
If you don’t like the slaughter, you’d better just stand by
Don’t speak out or else we’ll all know the reason why
There’s just one explanation, the one from the far right
You must be an antisemite, you must be an antisemite
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If a song could bring us together
Across the planet that gave us birth
To act as one, bring peace and justice
All around this shattered Earth
If a song could take down borders
Take down fences, make them fall
Liberate all those imprisoned
Kept behind the ghetto walls
If a song could stop the bombs
So the next might be the last
If a song could change the future
So it won’t be like the past
If a song could be a missile
Fired from the Iron Dome
If it could protect the children
Keep them safe within their homes
If a song could raise an army
And transport it on command
Take us all to Palestine
To defend the Holy Land
If a song could be concrete
And put to use to rebuild
If it might turn back the clock
Bring back all the babies killed
If a song could be a blueprint
Instructions to show us how
If a song could change the world
Then let us do it now
If a song could bring us together
Across the planet that gave us birth
To act as one, bring peace and justice
All around this shattered Earth
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David Rovics Portland, Oregon
Singer/songwriter, writer, podcaster (on Spotify, Substack & Patreon), anarchist, dad, lover of life.
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