The track of the year:
http://www.361records.com/akh_lafindeleurmonde.ram
This is Akhenaton & Shurik'n, the song is "La fin de leur monde", the Shurik'n's verse is already a classic verse.
The lyrics are fucking deep.
I give you the translate of Shurik'n verse:
the story of my land crying, but things here have become so big, parent's burying their kids, too many mothers stressing, when the guns of stupidity sing the same chorus, the devil feeding off our hate at every course, i here the land every night, tired of the ghosts haunting her, of their laments, so much that sometimes she cries, through the blood of hate, constantly renewed, ???, nothin has changed since, where i live, jews, catholics, muslims, blacks or whites, shut the fuck up you're makin too much noise, like these storms whose water mixes with our tears, and their strikes on an earth, whose soul has been stolen by uranium, i don't want a city, filled with more cemetaries than buildings, even if the other world is calmer, stabler, i want the survivors of d-day, to survive under the neons, too close to emptiness, cuz the sun don't shine, arteries sour, like a shopping cart at the mall, you load, load, but at the end you gotta pay, i think it's become a habit, everybody lookin for a culprit, yeah, from an average life fucked up, to a nuclear bomb blowin up, love without oxygen, we're suffocating, everything we put up with, putting us under pressure, psychologists are the modern exorcists, somebody tell me, will i live to see, the happy day where peace is demanded, stupidness instructed, sitting with my pen, i'm waitin for that moment, lookin at the chaos, flames goin up in the sky, that's the reason i wrote this gospel, mother earth flyin away, tired of us suckin away her breasts, we all say we love her, but nobody respects her, jealousy and envy, making out, when problems show up, we solve em with punches, meanwhile, others gettin truckloads of money, guess who's drivin for a minimum wage, when will we get there, to the place where happiness quenches our thirst, i'm buildin my future, without cries, without people dyin, without nuclear plants leakin, nothin on the Geiger, finally aware we're all renting our place on this earth, but look at what we did to this place, when the old man'll come around to check on the state, you can kiss your ass goodbye, we should have left it the way it was, all clean, innocent like a baby born dead, but our people dyin in africa, and ain't enough money to take care of em, so their hunger'll just have to wait, men falling under racist bullets, but we can't do nothin for em, they'll just have to duck and dodge, our ass on the couch, watchin tv, dreamin away, remote control in our hand, we think we exist, we shout, we protest, we vote, we hope things change, but set up the barricades and see em all hesitate, nobody understands, the globe dreamin of compassion, and flowers growin up, the same ones we'll leave to die some december night, ???, anybody can make it, from what planet came the author of that sentence, some politic from bora bora, while households ???, but we're not on their radar, so they can't see us, talkin and talkin, they promised wonders, but those just disappeared, they only left the coliseum, pay respect to cesar, because you're about to get killed by the lions, weather forecast, heavy rains of blood and black clouds, someday we'll have to pay to get some clean air, down here, everybody has his culture, evrybody has his racism, but on a white background, black is the most obvious, time's are changin of course, but there will always be angry motherfuckers, tell em henry, arron, mormeck and zinedine (black and arab french sportsmen) said hi, while everybodies eatin, some still searchin, for a cent or two, sleepin in the parking lot, everybody is indignant, cuz it makes the neiborhood look bad, and grandma's scared, you know for whom grandma will vote, businessmen up in their towers, crooked like the tower of pise, glasses on the nose, they doin the math, no wonder there's all this wrath, cuz the ony important thing is the missile industry, long live liberty, the one beating up pacifists with batons, you're not happy with the way things are, you get hit, why sn't the police lookin for the master criminals, those in the most wanted list, this world is dying, it was bound to happen seein how we treat it, but fear overrules reason, fear of the unknown, so we fill up with racism, everywhere, extremists dominating, in prime time, families shot up, right after is famine, images too raw for the average joe eating his burger, the one who believed the euro would make us all richer, goin on holiday will have to wait, or win the lotto, but know is not the time, tomorrow mornin he's workin, you gotta understand this worlds spins too fast, no chance of catching up, on the road of principles, they set up traps, dynamite and scuds are everywhere, watch out for the mines, the foxholes, he may have good reflexes, but he won't avoid everything, and one day or another, he'll fall, i hope that day somebody will him get up, i hope he's not like us, angered and tired, and most of all i hope he does'nt try to blow himself up...
Please, say whatcha think about that.
