MP3 of the Week

Gonna start something new.. an mp3 of the week.

Every friday I'll upload a new mp3 which you can, readers of my blog, d o w n l o a d and jack into your ipods for your listening pleasure. You will have to actually purchase the album if you enjoy the song though. ;-)

Ok, this week's mp3 falls under the ever so popular anti-war theme going on right now with most popular bands. This track quotes Jean-Paul Sartre "when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die" and this becomes the theme. This is track seven on the new Linkin Park album Minutes to Midnight. The track is called "Hands Held High".

Lyric Warning: A few F bombs.. but how can you talk about war without a few bombs?

The Lyrics:

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something.Lightweight step it aside, when we comin'.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 on my mind, I summon the rhyme of dumping.Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in.Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drumming.Jump when they tell us they want to see jumping.**** that, I want to see some fist pumping.Risk something.Take back what's yours.Say something that you know they might attack you forCause I'm sick of being treated like I have before.Like i'm stupid standing for what I'm standing for.Like this war's really just a different brand of war.Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poorLike they understand you in the back of the jet,When you can't put gas in your tank,These ****ers are laughing their wayTo the bank and cashing a checkAsking you to have compassion and have some respectFor a leader so nervous in an obvious wayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayAnd the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayIn their living room laughing like, "What did he say?"Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, AmenIn my living room watching,But I am not laughing.'Cause when it gets tense,I know what might happen.The world is cold, and bold men take action.Have to react to get blown into fractions.10 years old is something to see,Another kid my age drugged under a G,Taken and bound and found later under a tree,I wonder if he thought, "The next one could be me."Do you see?The soldiers that are out today.That brush the dust with bulletproof 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.In the back he hand wrote a quote inside,"When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die."Meanwhile, the leader just talks awayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayAnd the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayBoth scared and angry like, "What did he say?"Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.With hands held high into a sky so blue,The ocean opens up to swallow you. (x6)