Here in the land that Abraham was promised to receive we listen to you catechize from your pulpit overseas. You mourn the proofs of our barbarity. But dry your eyes, oh Pharisee, a settler’s cant we both speak. We both read from the same old played out scripts and hum familiar tunes, broadcast on fixed frequencies, stuck in locking grooves.
.We both profess noble intent as we civilize human impediments. If your hands are clean then noblesse oblige, wipe those ‘who me?’ looks off of your face and then concede our designs separated by nothing more than place and time. Different scenes, same crimes. Pray, let him who's without sin cast the first statues of the former rogues turned folk heroes that your forefathers hung.
Don't lecture me about plundered soil while you loaf upon your father's spoils. We want nothing more than what you already have: a comforting set of exculpatory facts like, say, the myth of an empty land and a conquest so complete we can pull these tanks from our streets and hand the loose ends over to bureaucrats and become just like you lounging carefree in your cafes, absolved from sin and human grenades. Entre nous, how did your desert bloom?
@akoolbhatt Why, that's interim Propagandhi frontman Glenn Lambert. He had the amazing talent of throwing his voice with such effect that the reverberations of said talented voice would not reach your ears for a full two seconds after the words had been uttered, producing the illusion that he is singing his own backing vocals--which he is! Truly an amazing man, RIP Glenn.
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socksprod 7 months ago
Absolutely Fascinating!
nickouellette 11 months ago
Potemkin city limits!!!!!! the best song ever!!!!
TheNaturalCristu 1 year ago
musica y letra perfectas...
gomza777 1 year ago
Here in the land that Abraham was promised to receive we listen to you catechize from your pulpit overseas. You mourn the proofs of our barbarity. But dry your eyes, oh Pharisee, a settler’s cant we both speak. We both read from the same old played out scripts and hum familiar tunes, broadcast on fixed frequencies, stuck in locking grooves.
rumtastic 1 year ago
.We both profess noble intent as we civilize human impediments. If your hands are clean then noblesse oblige, wipe those ‘who me?’ looks off of your face and then concede our designs separated by nothing more than place and time. Different scenes, same crimes. Pray, let him who's without sin cast the first statues of the former rogues turned folk heroes that your forefathers hung.
rumtastic 1 year ago
Don't lecture me about plundered soil while you loaf upon your father's spoils. We want nothing more than what you already have: a comforting set of exculpatory facts like, say, the myth of an empty land and a conquest so complete we can pull these tanks from our streets and hand the loose ends over to bureaucrats and become just like you lounging carefree in your cafes, absolved from sin and human grenades. Entre nous, how did your desert bloom?
rumtastic 1 year ago
Who is that guy in the background?
akoolbhatt 1 year ago
@akoolbhatt Why, that's interim Propagandhi frontman Glenn Lambert. He had the amazing talent of throwing his voice with such effect that the reverberations of said talented voice would not reach your ears for a full two seconds after the words had been uttered, producing the illusion that he is singing his own backing vocals--which he is! Truly an amazing man, RIP Glenn.
dirtypisspinko 11 months ago 7
One of their best.. certainly.
Notespompon 1 year ago
I love it!
kristian081 2 years ago 2
I completely agree with you!!! Awesome song this is!!!
JakeTheSnake279 2 years ago 2
Great song.
ballsauce666 2 years ago 3