Italian Fascist Marching song

[Luigi]

So I was thinking that the other subforums get to have a lot of fun while the rebels over here are mostly caught up discussing serious business. So today rebels, this is for you. A most beautiful song from the past with a strong political theme. "Faccetta Nera" - "Little Black Face" tells the story of a beautiful young Ethiopian woman who is liberated from slavery in her country by the Fascist troops who invaded during WW2. It tells of how she will travel to Rome and start a new life protected by laws and liberties. Sung by one of the greatest Italian singers of the 20th century - Carlo Buti.



Not into the old style? Fear not; the Neo-fascists in Italy have you covered. Here is a techno remix:



Feel free to discuss or add a political themed song of your own.

[Edge Guerrero]

[Benwahwah]

Thankfully I don't understand Italian. If I did I'd probably hate the tunes. That Remix version is awesome though. I can imagine AntiD partying to it down in Florida.

[Daglord]

Spoiler:

In early 1968, media coverage in the aftermath of the Tet Offensive spurred increased protests in opposition to the Vietnam War, especially among university students.[2] The protests were most prevalent in the US, but on 17 March, several thousand demonstrators marched to the American embassy in London's Grosvenor Square and violently clashed with police.[3] Major protests concerning other political issues made international news, such as the March 1968 protests in Poland against their communist government, and the campus uprisings of May 1968 in France.[4]

By and large, the Beatles had avoided publicly expressing their political views, with "Taxman" being their only overtly political track thus far. During his time in Rishikesh, Lennon decided to write a song about the recent wave of social upheaval. He recalled, "I thought it was about time we spoke about it [revolution], the same as I thought it was about time we stopped not answering about the Vietnamese war. I had been thinking about it up in the hills in India."[5]

Despite Lennon's antiwar feelings, he had yet to become anti-establishment, and expressed in "Revolution" that he wanted "to see the plan" from those advocating toppling the system.[6] The repeated phrase "it's gonna be alright" in "Revolution" came directly from Lennon's Transcendental Meditation experiences in India, conveying the idea that God would take care of the human race no matter what happened politically.[7] Another influence on Lennon was his burgeoning relationship with avant-garde artist Yoko Ono; Ono attended the recording sessions, and participated in the unused portion of "Revolution 1" which evolved into "Revolution 9".

Around the fourth week of May 1968, the Beatles met at Kinfauns, George Harrison's home in Esher, to demonstrate their compositions to each other in preparation for recording their next studio album. A bootleg recording from that informal session shows that "Revolution" had two of its three verses intact.[6] The line referencing Mao Zedong was added to the lyrics in the studio. During filming of a promotional clip later that year, Lennon told the director that it was the most important lyric of the song.[8] Lennon had changed his mind by 1972, saying "I should have never put that in about Chairman Mao".[9]

I wanted to put out what I felt about revolution. I thought it was time we fucking spoke about it, the same as I thought it was about time we stopped not answering about the Vietnamese war when we were on tour with Brian Epstein and had to tell him, 'We're going to talk about the war this time, and we're not going to just waffle.' I wanted to say what I thought about revolution.
I had been thinking about it up in the hills in India. I still had this 'God will save us' feeling about it, that it's going to be all right. That's why I did it: I wanted to talk, I wanted to say my piece about revolution. I wanted to tell you, or whoever listens, to communicate, to say 'What do you say? This is what I say.'

John Lennon
Rolling Stone, 1970

Spoiler:

McCartney was inspired to write it while in Scotland as a reaction to racial tensions escalating in the United States in the spring of 1968.[2]

I had in mind a black woman, rather than a bird. Those were the days of the civil rights movement, which all of us cared passionately about, so this was really a song from me to a black woman, experiencing these problems in the States: 'Let me encourage you to keep trying, to keep your faith, there is hope.' As is often the case with my things, a veiling took place so, rather than say 'Black woman living in Little Rock' and be very specific, she became a bird, became symbolic, so you could apply it to your particular problem.

Paul McCartney
Many Years From Now, Barry Miles

Also, before his solo acoustic guitar set during the Driving USA Tour, McCartney explained that "bird" is British slang for girl, making "blackbird" a synonym for 'black girl'. Near the end of the song's performance, a young black woman sang the lyrics, "You were only waiting for this moment to arrive, blackbird fly...", after which the program faded to a commercial.

In 2009, McCartney performed this song at the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival, commenting prior to singing it on how it had been written in response to the 1960s Civil Rights movement, and added, "It's so great to realise so many civil rights issues have been overcome."[4]

[Daglord]

Spoiler:

Here's to the judges of John Roberts,
Who wear the robe of honor in a phony legal form,
And justices are stranger when the partisans report,
When the court elected a president it was the beginning of this war,

Here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
John Roberts find yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the government of Dick Cheney,
With criminals posing as advisers to the crown,
And they hope that no one sees the sites or that no one hears the sounds,
Cause the speeches of our president are the remains of a clown

Here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
Dick Cheney find yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the churches of Jerry Falwell,
Oh the cross once made of silver now is turned to rust,
And the Sunday morning services preach in fear of men in love,
And God only knows in heaven they must trust

Here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
Jerry Falwell find yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the laws of Alberto Gonzalez,
Congress will pass an act in the panic of the day,
And the Constitution's drowning in an ocean of decay,
And freedom of speech is dangerous I've even heard them say,

Here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
Gonzalez find yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the businessmen of George W,
Who'll want to change the focus from Halliburton to Enron
And their profits like blood money spilled out on the white house lawn,
To keep their hold on power they're using terror as a con,
While the bombs they fall on children don't know which side... don't care which side that they're on

Here's to the land you tore out the heart of,
George W find yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
George W find yourself another country to be part of

[Daglord]

Spoiler:

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When you death takes its toll
All the money you made
Won't ever buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead