Crass - Sentiment (White Feathers) (1982) скачать видео бесплатно

1990's CD Reissue

LYRICS:

No, I wouldn't give up meat. And if thirty million people are dying each year from hunger or hunger related diseases? No, I still wouldn't give up meat

While people starve elsewhere, nine tenths of the grain grown in the United States is fed to animals so that we can eat meat

We feed pigs better than many third world countries feed people

Well a lot of them should get enough food shouldn't they? What do they spend their own money on?

If they starve, they starve. It's up to them. That's where they put themselves ain't it

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Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden, last vision the lark is flame.

The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen, the gentle eye, the dispensable perfection.

Before the flash takes two weeks' food, pile the sacks of earth and hide.

All of us here know it, we grew with it.

Fighting amongst ourselves, leaving bits of flesh on barbed wire, a little blood on the floor.

Locks and bars across the door, well versed in violation, our children beat each other in the garden.

Our failure to accept the earth, we talk of love but push it to the edge.

This is no natural aggression composing death,

I am afraid for beauty when I see the fist, the perfect hand that turns against itself, the perfect hand that holds a gun or wields a butcher's blade, or leads to death the used-up bull or incarcerates the hopeless fool or takes the forest with a single flame and leaves the next an empty shell.

Human kind condemns the hunting beast yet their own choice leaves behind such ragged meat.

The military dream of blood, their sweet wine flowing in the veins of men who work towards our bloody end.

They fly Enola gaily, give birth to this waiting... waiting, give us the reality of our hatred, give the earth nothing.

Melting, goats dead on the green, dying lambs bleating by the wire... three last days on the earth, I lay down to die in the grass.