Monday, July 28, 2008

Hands Held High

I love this song and I can’t sight any particular reasons but what it makes me feel that this become the part of life and every moment it’s around me and around everyone else. And what’s happening (terror attacks) for last couple of days in the cities… people have said enough about it and done enough publicity of these kind of terror attacks



Turn my mike up louder I got to say something
Light weights step to the side when we come in

Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running

Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumping

Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and

Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping

Risk something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for

Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for

Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor

Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank

These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the cheque
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect

For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"

[Chorus:]
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

In my living room watching but I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen

World is cold the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions

Ten years old it's something to see
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep

Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me

Do you see the soldiers they're out today
They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away

It's ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday

There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes

My dad he's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show

My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine

On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die

Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like "what did he say?"
[x6]
With hands held high into the sky so blue,
As the ocean opens up to swallow you.

6 comments:

Himanshu Sheth said...

Hi Alok,
I somewhat tend to disagree with what you have written....It is not DONE enough.In fact,the security in many places would be there for a few days and again there is a slack.

Even though we have great laws, corruption and Politics tends to kill both of them (: Wonder what would happen next ?

-Himanshu Sheth

Alok said...

@himanshu - I do agree with your concerns about security and that’s really a something well always ignorant about.

Ah ha! ‘done enough’ was to tell, we have done enough publicity of these kind of terror attack and things of destruction …

Ash said...

Linkin Park is nice!

Alok said...

@ash - Yeah ! They are amazingly great :)

Perhaps, they are the best Rock Group.

Pri said...

nice lyrics...
somehow i couldent hear the song though :(
is it playing on ur blog by any chance??

Alok said...

@pri - And that’s the best lyrics for what is happening around, right now.

Hey, I am able to hear as well as see the song on my blog, do check it back sometime again :)