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This is my contribution to the "Occupy Wall Street" movement. The footage I recorded on Oct. 15. 2011 at the Occupy Vancouver protest. Take your chains off now!
Bluesers
From the deepest the sounds are flowing
I've got a song in the sparkle of my eye
It all kind of reminds of the blues
Black bluesers, awakening hopes
Black women, scars and pain,
People owning people
Blacks were saved by singing the blues...
A dozen blacks before chariots
How much of blood and the sweating downs
For the sake of the skies to be happy
Times are not much different now
It's how you say it, how much you pay it
The sky above is as godless as sin
Painful lives for all down below...
In the twilight faces seem same
Crazy horses are pulling into the sea
Nightmare nights are awaking fear
Don't wanna lose my face like that
It's time again to play the blues
Hold your hands together
It's time to reawaken the hopes
Bluzeri
Iz dubine mi naviru zvuci
Jedna pesma iz oka mi zra~i
Sve po malo je nalik na bluz
Crne bluzere bele de~ake
Crne `ene seku vene
Beli klinci progone ih
Bele crni ubija bluz
Ko~ije bele vuku ~etri ruke
Koliko znoja da se nebo ne ljuti
Ovo je neko sasvim drugo vreme
Ovde se ne zna ko te pljuje I krade
@ene }ute mu{ki rade
A odozgo smeje se zlo
One dole ubija bol
U polutami su ista sva lica
Ludi konji me vuku u more
No}ne more me bude u znoju
Ne}u tek tako ovde gubiti lik
Ko }e sada di}i ruke
Ko }e smeti da odsvira bluz
Bez tog glasa pobedi}e zli
Iz dubine mi naviru zvuci
Jedna pesma iz oka mi zra~i
Sve po malo je nalik na bluz
Crne bluzere bele de~ake
by Rebel Bran
This is my contribution to the "Occupy Wall Street" movement. The footage I recorded on Oct. 15. 2011 at the Occupy Vancouver protest. Take your chains off now!
Bluesers
From the deepest the sounds are flowing
I've got a song in the sparkle of my eye
It all kind of reminds of the blues
Black bluesers, awakening hopes
Black women, scars and pain,
People owning people
Blacks were saved by singing the blues...
A dozen blacks before chariots
How much of blood and the sweating downs
For the sake of the skies to be happy
Times are not much different now
It's how you say it, how much you pay it
The sky above is as godless as sin
Painful lives for all down below...
In the twilight faces seem same
Crazy horses are pulling into the sea
Nightmare nights are awaking fear
Don't wanna lose my face like that
It's time again to play the blues
Hold your hands together
It's time to reawaken the hopes
Bluzeri
Iz dubine mi naviru zvuci
Jedna pesma iz oka mi zra~i
Sve po malo je nalik na bluz
Crne bluzere bele de~ake
Crne `ene seku vene
Beli klinci progone ih
Bele crni ubija bluz
Ko~ije bele vuku ~etri ruke
Koliko znoja da se nebo ne ljuti
Ovo je neko sasvim drugo vreme
Ovde se ne zna ko te pljuje I krade
@ene }ute mu{ki rade
A odozgo smeje se zlo
One dole ubija bol
U polutami su ista sva lica
Ludi konji me vuku u more
No}ne more me bude u znoju
Ne}u tek tako ovde gubiti lik
Ko }e sada di}i ruke
Ko }e smeti da odsvira bluz
Bez tog glasa pobedi}e zli
Iz dubine mi naviru zvuci
Jedna pesma iz oka mi zra~i
Sve po malo je nalik na bluz
Crne bluzere bele de~ake
by Rebel Bran
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