To sing you must first open your mouth
You must have a pair of lungs
And a little knowledge of music
It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar
The essential thing is that I want to sing
Then this is a song, I'm singing
I breathe in and I create
Rewoke the spirit sixty eight
Fresh meaning to torn ideas
Let's bring life to old clichés
Punch a hole in tradition
Yeah, let's listen
To the songs of discontent
The chords and the movement
It could all be so simple
We would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracy
Our jaws would hurt from dropping
So hard, fast and unexpected
It would be the perfect metaphor
It would be the perfect song we'd be singing
I breathe out and I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream
Inspiration from the past
Focus to the future at last
Fixed dogmas can't substitute
Creative thought and action
We could be dangerous
Art as a real threat
And all it is is words
Words said a million times before
And all it is is a song
A song sung a million times before
I breathe in and I create
Rewoke the spirit '68
I breathe out and I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream
You must have a pair of lungs
And a little knowledge of music
It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar
The essential thing is that I want to sing
Then this is a song, I'm singing
I breathe in and I create
Rewoke the spirit sixty eight
Fresh meaning to torn ideas
Let's bring life to old clichés
Punch a hole in tradition
Yeah, let's listen
To the songs of discontent
The chords and the movement
It could all be so simple
We would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracy
Our jaws would hurt from dropping
So hard, fast and unexpected
It would be the perfect metaphor
It would be the perfect song we'd be singing
I breathe out and I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream
Inspiration from the past
Focus to the future at last
Fixed dogmas can't substitute
Creative thought and action
We could be dangerous
Art as a real threat
And all it is is words
Words said a million times before
And all it is is a song
A song sung a million times before
I breathe in and I create
Rewoke the spirit '68
I breathe out and I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream
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Protest Song '68 Lyrics as written by Dennis Sven Olof Lyxzen Jon Albin Brannstrom
Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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"Pro (in favour) – attest (testify for).
The time is now and still we sit and wait for it to become the now that we think we need. The movement of protest has strong traditions and we are far from the first to recognise and use the power of the song and the words from the young poets. We are trembling from the taste of days gone to waste and there is inspiration and there is clarity. Phil Ochs stated firmly “If I have something to say I’m going to say it now” and still protest song 68 is nothing more than a pastiche, a blueprint of seduction of the echoes that once filled the corridors of dorms and boys/girls rooms in an era where rebellion and revolt was present in art and music. From the first until the last, from the taste of longing freedom to the shackles of oppression, the weapon of the artist has always been used."
Refused revelutionised music
im not a huge fan of the lyrics, but the way he delivers them is fucking amazing, he has got a fantastic voice. and the music is so clever - the sudden bursts of noise, and the unexpected but beautiful melodic interlude. and the drumming is incredible.
basically it's an anarchist rallying cry.
malatesta's dream refers to ericco malatesta, who wrote the influential piece, "anarchy". he's to anarchists what marx is to communists.
if you do not know what the May 1968 protests were i strongly sugest you google or wiki it....oh ya btw good song to.