“Why do they always send the poor?"
Me encanta el buen rollo que transmite la canción B.Y.O.B (Bring Your Own Bombs), el primer sencillo del álbum Mezmerize perteneciente a la banda estadounidense System of a Down.
La composición musical está bastante trabajada, y lo mejor de todo es que en directo supieron llevar el tema con la misma fuerza o incluso más que en el disco.
La forma de introducir entre los ritmos rápidos y contundentes con un estribillo más lento con el cambio de estilo hace particular a la canción.
Es una gran crítica ante todo lo que está pasando en la sociedad; la explotación, el sufrimiento, la manipulación… Y una llamada de atención para decir: y con todo ésto ¿por qué no despertáis de una vez?
Además el videoclip me parece bastante expresivo: transmite de forma directa el cambio de ritmo con las imágenes que aparencen en ese momento de la canción: del ejército dominado por un líder con mensajes subliminales al paréntesis de diversión que las personas necesitan para poder disfrutar un poco de la vida.
Que lo disfrutéis ;)
SYSTEM OF A DOW: B.Y.O.B
WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!
Barbarisms by barbaras, with pointed heels.
Victorious, victorious kneel,
With brand new spankin' deals.
Marching forward hypocritic
and hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
la la la la la la la la la la, oooh!
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses’ dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la la, oooh!
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Blast off, its Party time,
And we don't live in a fascist nation,
Blast off , its party time,
And where the f**k are you?
….. Yeah
Where the f**k are you?
Where the f**k are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X4]
Kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses’ dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.
la la la la la la la la la la, oooh!
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you!
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X3]
Why, do, they always send the poor [X3]
They only send the poor [x2]
Sígueme en twitter: @carmen_fraile
Barbarisms by barbaras, with pointed heels.
Victorious, victorious kneel,
With brand new spankin' deals.
Marching forward hypocritic
and hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
la la la la la la la la la la, oooh!
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses’ dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la la, oooh!
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Blast off, its Party time,
And we don't live in a fascist nation,
Blast off , its party time,
And where the f**k are you?
….. Yeah
Where the f**k are you?
Where the f**k are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X4]
Kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses’ dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.
la la la la la la la la la la, oooh!
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you!
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X3]
Why, do, they always send the poor [X3]
They only send the poor [x2]
Sígueme en twitter: @carmen_fraile
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