g7 welcoming committee er fortsatt i drift.

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Sjekk det ut?
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.com/

John K. Samson, vår tids fremste lyriker?
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/jks-farewell.mp3

Subhumans, holder fortsatt koken?
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/subhumans-worldatwar.mp3
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/subhumans-movingforward.mp3

Ikke helt, dette er Subhumans fra Canada, men de følger i samme spor:

I heard your rhetoric again today
I don’t believe a single word you say
Telling us you’re gonna make the world free
But I know my history
You’ve never minded tyranny
As long as it was used against your enemy
You’ve always been willing to look the other way
As long as it was good for the USA

You say you want to liberate, but you really want to dominate
You’ve got your sights set on Iran, but what about Uzbekistan

Diem, Suharto and the Shah of Iran
All former friends of yours I understand
Pinochet, Mobutu, Rios Mont
What better bunch of buddies could one ever want
Musharraf, Somoza and Pol Pot
The best darn allies that could ever be bought
Noriega, Bin Laden, and Hussein
You liked them well enough when they were playing your game

[...]

Professor Noam Chomsky?
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/chomsky_terror.mp3
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/chomsky_messianicvision.mp3
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/chomsky_greatbeast.mp3

Professor Ward Churchill?
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/churchill_policestate.mp3

 

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Mer professor Ward Churchill?
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/lawservesorder.mp3

Professor Howard Zinn?

http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/ludlow.mp3

http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/haymarket.mp3
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/whywar.mp3
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/ludlow.mp3

The Weakerthans (John K. Samson) - Watermark. Fantastisk sang.
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/watermark.mp3

I count to three and grin.
You smile and let me in.
We sit and watch the wall you painted purple.
Speech will spill on space.
Our little cups of grace.
But pauses rattle on about the way that you cut the snow-fence,
braved the blood,
the metal of those hearts that you always end up pressing your tongue to.
How your body still remembers things you told it to forget.
How those furious affections followed you.
I've got this store-bought way of saying I'm okay,
and you learned how to cry in total silence.
We're talented and bright.
We're lonely and uptight.
We've found some lovely ways to disappoint,
but the airport's always almost empty this time of the year,
so let's go play on a baggage carousel.
Set our watches forward like we're just arriving here
from a past we left in a place we knew too well.
(Hold on to the corners of today,
and we'll fold it up to save until it's needed. Stand still.
Let me scrub that brackish line that you got
when something rose and then receded.

Swallowing Shit - Pro Abortion. Anti-Christ.
http://www.g7welcomingcommittee.net/mp3/antichrist.mp3