Forum Post: Every Great Movement Needs an Anthem
Posted 13 years ago on Sept. 12, 2011, 8:20 p.m. EST by anonymous
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I suggest using Carly Simon's powerful song "Let The River Run" as an inspirational anthem for this movement, and a wake-up call to the world I'll post the lyrics below and a link to the You Tube video. The song was from the 1989 movie "Working Girl" (how appropriate!) but has so much more meaning in today's world. It's a great song for this great awakening happening now!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cv-0mmVnxPA
LET THE RIVER RUN
Lyrics by: Carly Simon Music by: Carly Simon
We're coming to the edge Running on the water Coming through the fog Your sons and daughters
Let the river run Let all the dreamers Wake the nation Come, the New Jerusalem
Silver cities rise The morning lights The streets that lead them And sirens call them on with a song
It's asking for the taking Trembling, shaking Oh, my heart is aching
We're coming to the edge Running on the water Coming through the fog Your sons and daughters
We the great and small stand on a star And blaze a trail of desire Through the darkling dawn
It's asking for the taking Come run with me now The sky is the color of blue You've never even seen In the eyes of your lover
Oh, my heart is aching We're coming to the edge Running on the water Coming through the fog Your sons and daughters
It's asking for the taking Trembling, shaking Oh, my heart is aching We're coming to the edge Running on the water Coming through the fog Your sons and daughters
Let the river run Let all the dreamers Wake the nation Come, the New Jerusalem
Love you all, Patty O
I propose land of confusion http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87h7fOjMNpI
Saul Williams - Bloodletting
The greatest Americans have not been born yet They are waiting patiently for the past to die Please give blood
Those crumbled tablets were to share a story with a burning bush Where is that voice from nowhere to remind us that the holy ground we walk on, purified by native blood, has rooted trees who's fallen leaves now color coat a savored list of demands
Who among us can give translation of autumn hues to morning news? The anchorman thrown overboard has simply rooted us in histories repeating cycle. A nation in its saddened years that wont acknowledge karma Where is the voice from nowhere, the ones your prophets spoke of? There are voices from fear disconnected from their diaphragms, dangling from coffee covered teeth that spill into our laps and scorch our privates There are voices from the sides of necks, some already noosed, dangling participles pronouns running for sentence Serving life in corner offices and ghetto corners, their voices are the same Dead to themselves, numb to the possibility of truth existing beyond that which they can palm in their hands, period There are voices of elders, which seem to do no more than damn us to our childish ways For in many households, wisdom no longer comes with age So where is that voice from nowhere, that burning bush, that passing dove? I hear the voices of generals calling for ammunition, presidents calling for arms, women calling for help Where is that voice from nowhere, that god of Abraham? Can he be heard over the gunfire, the whiz of passing missiles, the crash of buildings, the cries of children, the crack of bones, the shriek of sirens? Or is that his mighty voice Your angry god craving the sacrifice of early generations sons degenerate Your holy books written in red ink on burning sands Your prayers between rounds do no more than fasten the fate of your children to the hammered truth of your trigger A truth that mushrooms its darkened cloud over the rest of us So that we too bear witness to the short lived fate of a civilization that worships a male god Your weapons are phallic, all of them That dummy that sits on your lap is no longer a worthwhile spectacle His shrunken pale face leaves little room for imagination We have spotted your moving lips and have pinned the voice to its proper source It is a source of madness It is a source of hunger, of power A source of weakness A source of evil We have exited your coliseum and are encircling your box-office, demanding our families back, our cultures back, our rituals back, our gods back, so that we may return them to their proper source The source of life, the source of creation, our mothers womb, the great goddess We will cut through the barbwire hangers and chastity belts We will climb in and incubate our spirits to the winter We will wait through the degenerate course of your repeated history We will wait for the past to die
Way less poetical we have Basenectar - Blue State Riddim
I was always a big Rick Astley fan. Can we use 'never gonna give you up'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AN04imFDK8
This.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UjsXo9l6I8 sry, the video for "empire state of mind"
the video for "empire state of mind"
"Empire State Of Mind" (feat. Alicia Keys)
Yeah
[Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St. catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry's Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....
[Chorus: Alicia Keys] New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
[Verse 2: Jay-Z] Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though but I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back for foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act 8 million stories, out there in it naked City, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made" If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade Three dice cee-lo, three Card Monty Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3: Jay-Z] Lights is blinding, girls need blinders so they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is lined with casualties, who sip to life casually then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple eve Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the wind Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out Everybody ride her, just like a bus route Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feelin' like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
[Chorus:]
[Bridge: Alicia Keys] One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty No place in the world that could compare Put your lighters in the air Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
The anthem is simple. We are the people. We are legion. And we are fed up with the richest one percent running our country. Let us stand up to these scumbags peacefully, united.
Our anthem is
F . R . E . E . D . O . M
not a fan of the beat lol
I'm pretty sure this song could single handedly end the occupation. I know if the police blare it all night long I will surrender.
Great idea, another good suggestion is bring uprising chants to sing on the streets. We are the people!. Oh yeah! See ya down there.
Here's another link to the song "Let The River Run" - just too damn beautiful!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjyE8JLZ0n0