John Papola (producer of the Keynes vs. Hayek series) hits it out of the park again —
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Why should I wait, what is left there for me?
I come to claim
To win the game
Why should I plea for my fair and right move?
I come to play
I come to stay
I don’t wanna bitch around no more
I don’t wanna stand back anymore
It’s my god-given right
To stand and fight
For what I like
It’s my god-given brain
That cried in pain
Would I resign
There’s nothing to gain
If I would restrain
There’s nothing to find
If I stay behind
It’s my right
My god-given right
Why should I lose if I am meant to win?
I know I can
I’ve got a plan
All that they told me is right and so wrong
I went through schools
Found my own rules
I don’t wanna bitch around no more
I don’t wanna stand back anymore
It’s my god-given right
To stand and fight
For what I like
It’s my god-given brain
That cried in pain
Would I resign
There’s nothing to gain
If I would restrain
There’s nothing to find
If I stay behind
It’s my right
My god-given right
It’s my god-given right
My god-given right
It’s my god-given right
It’s my god-given right
To stand and fight
For what I like
It’s my god-given brain
That cried in pain
Would I resign
There’s nothing to gain
If I would restrain
There’s nothing to find
If I stay behind
It’s my right
My god-given right
The site blabbermouth.net[1] quotes Oliver Sommer, who directed the video for the title track:
“The story tells itself with the first look on the artwork: it seems to be a film still and you only have to press the ‘play’ button. So the female protagonist flees – reminiscences to different (post)apocalyptic films and stories are deliberated – from an army of robotic pumpkin soldiers through an empty world. On the other side, the band performs in frightfully beautiful, rocked out ambience. When the tough girl realizes that she won’t escape, she turns around and kills her chasers with a grenade which looks like the torch from the Statue of Liberty . . . It is immersed in snow on the cover artwork and in sand in the clip.”
I’m wondering if I’m the only one who notices that the “pumpkin soldiers” bear a slight resemblance to Imperial Stormtroopers from the Star Wars franchise . . . ?
And don’t get on my case about the tactical idiocies (cover and concealment? what’s that?) in this one — it’s a music video made by Europeans, fer Chrissakes.
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Cut the rotting branches of Government that stop the people from having meaning today
Stay out of my business and keep to yourself
Got to do things my own way
Minimizing freedom with your rules and regulations
A never-ending hunger to control
Choking out the life of your own population
Abusing the power you hold
Power
Control
For the Power
Control
Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death
Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death to our Independence
Death to those who fight
Death to our Constitution and the Bill of Rights
Showing no regard for the way things ought to be
Stripping away rights from you and me
The Founding Fathers would be rollling in their graves
If they could see what you are doing to this place
The next thing to go is our Freedom of Speech
So I’ll speak up while I still can and maximize my reach
Power
Control
For the Power
Control
Power
Control
For the Power
Control
Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death
Give me Liberty . . . or Give me Death
I find it hard to believe
Some things are better left unsaid
Is this the land of the free?
Democracy is Dead
Cut the rotting branches of Government that stop the people from having meaning today
Stay out of my business and keep to yourself
Got to do things my own way
Minimizing freedom with your rules and regulations
A never-ending hunger to control
Choking out the life of your own population
Abusing the power you hold
Power
Control
For the Power
Control
Power
Control
For the Power
Control
Give me liberty or Death
“When the people fear the government there is tyranny,
when the government fears the people there is liberty”
– Thomas Jefferson
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Helloween — I.M.E.
I should not this
I must not that
No matter how I act I must regret
It’s not me
It’s not me
I got to play
What others say
I got to turn it down when I feel great
That’s not me
It’s not me
I am me
Who do you think you are
To tell me what to be
I am me
No matter what you say
Today I keep my way
I am me
You make me sick
You make me choke
For me your way of life is just a joke
It’s not me
It’s not me
I got a face
I got a name
Whatever you perceive is not the same
That I see
It’s not me
I am me
Who do you think you are
To tell me what to be
I am me
No matter what you say
Today I keep my way
I am me
I got to change this
To rearrange this
Start writing onto my own pages
It’s just me
It’s just me
It’s just me
I am me
Who do you think you are
To tell me what to be
I am me
No matter what you say
Today I keep my way
I am me
How grave you think you are
To tell me what to be
I am me
You better creep away
Today I’m on my way
I am me
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Granted, I’m not much for punk music, but there are exceptions . . . .
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin’
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh, the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin’
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
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First, there was “‘Fear the Boom and Bust’ a Hayek vs. Keynes Rap Anthem,” which has racked up over 2,000,000 views on Youtube.
Now, we have something of a sequel to the original piece. Billy and Adam resume their roles as Hayek and Keynes for a bit, followed by commentary by economist Russ Roberts and director John Papola.
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The Weekly Sedition 