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There once was a song called "Arrest The President."
Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten.
I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit,
But politics was on everybody's hot this summer list.
The cool kids were all rocking votes,
I shit you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop. [Booyea!]
On my soap box yelling into megaphones.
Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.
Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches
The day that Chris Columbus got crucified on golden arches.
My pedestal was too tall to climb off,
In fact that's the reason for the high horse.
And from up here I see Marines and Hummers on a conquest;
Underdogs with wonderbras in a push-up contest,
All for the sake of military recruitment.
It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students,
I galloped off whistling "Ohio."
The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention.
What would they die for? (repeat)
Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor?
An abominable colony of cyborgs?
Clogging up the property that I bought with eyesores?
That clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken from minimum wage labor;
I don't care how half-naked or fake she looks,
She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books.
What would she die for?
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.
Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;
Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.
Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density,
It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny.
The West Memphis 3 lost paradise,
It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies.
All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.
Institution.
Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry.
If they could sell sanity in a bottle
They'd be charging for compressed air,
And marketing healthcare.
They demonize welfare,
Middle class eliminated,
Rich get richer til the poor get educated.
But some of y'all still haven?t grown into your face,
And your face doesn't quite match your head.
And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left,
You're all, "Give me ethnicity or give me dreads."
Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,
Cause when push turns to shove
You jump into your forefathers arms.
He's a banker, you're part of the system,
Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income.
The briefcase (the freebase)
The sickness (the symptom)
When the cameras start rollin' stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim!
The briefcase (the freebase)
The sickness (the symptoms)
When the cameras start rollin'...
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.
Mr. Save The World, spare us the details,
Save the females from losing interest.
And Miss Save The Universe,
You're a damsel in distress,
Tied down to a track of isolated incidents.
Generalize my disease,
I need a taste of what it's like.
Living off the fat of kings,
I play the scab at your hunger strike.
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em.
One love, one life, one too many victims.
Republicrat, Democran, one party system.
Media goes in a frenzy,
They're stripped of their credentials.
Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.
Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all,
When the music?s dead, I'll have Ted Nugent?s head hangin' on my wall.
Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours.
With some friendly fire, that?s a funny term, like civil war.
Six in the morning, police at my crib.
Now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids.
The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated.
New flavored food made of mutated hybrids.
Uh, they tell me that it's not that bad.
It fucks you up good, but its not that bad.
They hold on to these tales till it's the dog that wags.
God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag.
Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords?
Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword?
It's the same who complain about the global war,
But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for.
They call the shots
(but they're not in the line of fire).
I call the cops
(but they're breakin the line of duty).
Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority.
The truth keeps callin' me, and I'ma live to tell the story.
So look for truth, quit seeking forgiveness.
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors.
You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?
Just bring home my motherfuckin' brothers and sisters.
Cause they don't call the shots
(but they're in the line of fire).
I'd like to call the cops
(but they're breakin' the line of duty).
It's time to call a stop
(To the abuse of authority).
The truth keeps calling me
And I'ma live to tell the story.
[Meadow superstar
That is what you are
Coming from a farm
Reaching with your arm
Come away with me
To another ranch
We can rely on a tree-branch
(Greeting is on)]
Contemporary music, a hit with the kids, it was a top ten.
I wasn't pop then, so I missed the bus a bit,
But politics was on everybody's hot this summer list.
The cool kids were all rocking votes,
I shit you not, I was pistol whippin' cops for hip hop. [Booyea!]
On my soap box yelling into megaphones.
Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.
Had to promise that I'd stop holding my marches
The day that Chris Columbus got crucified on golden arches.
My pedestal was too tall to climb off,
In fact that's the reason for the high horse.
And from up here I see Marines and Hummers on a conquest;
Underdogs with wonderbras in a push-up contest,
All for the sake of military recruitment.
It felt like Kent State the way they targeted the students,
I galloped off whistling "Ohio."
The rest of them, stuck doing stand up at a cricket convention.
What would they die for? (repeat)
Is it the same machine that leaves the quality of life poor?
An abominable colony of cyborgs?
Clogging up the property that I bought with eyesores?
That clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken from minimum wage labor;
I don't care how half-naked or fake she looks,
She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books.
What would she die for?
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.
Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;
Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.
Justice is the whim of a judge, check his chest density,
It leaves much room for error, and the rest left to destiny.
The West Memphis 3 lost paradise,
It's death penalty vs. suicidal tendencies.
All I wanted was a fucking Pepsi.
Institution.
Making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry.
If they could sell sanity in a bottle
They'd be charging for compressed air,
And marketing healthcare.
They demonize welfare,
Middle class eliminated,
Rich get richer til the poor get educated.
But some of y'all still haven?t grown into your face,
And your face doesn't quite match your head.
And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left,
You're all, "Give me ethnicity or give me dreads."
Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,
Cause when push turns to shove
You jump into your forefathers arms.
He's a banker, you're part of the system,
Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income.
The briefcase (the freebase)
The sickness (the symptom)
When the cameras start rollin' stay the fuck outta the picture pilgrim!
The briefcase (the freebase)
The sickness (the symptoms)
When the cameras start rollin'...
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin' em.
Mr. Save The World, spare us the details,
Save the females from losing interest.
And Miss Save The Universe,
You're a damsel in distress,
Tied down to a track of isolated incidents.
Generalize my disease,
I need a taste of what it's like.
Living off the fat of kings,
I play the scab at your hunger strike.
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em.
One love, one life, one too many victims.
Republicrat, Democran, one party system.
Media goes in a frenzy,
They're stripped of their credentials.
Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.
Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all,
When the music?s dead, I'll have Ted Nugent?s head hangin' on my wall.
Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours.
With some friendly fire, that?s a funny term, like civil war.
Six in the morning, police at my crib.
Now my nights consist of two toothpicks and eyelids.
The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated.
New flavored food made of mutated hybrids.
Uh, they tell me that it's not that bad.
It fucks you up good, but its not that bad.
They hold on to these tales till it's the dog that wags.
God save us all if he lets the cat out the bag.
Who's the one to blame for this strain in my vocal chords?
Who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword?
It's the same who complain about the global war,
But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for.
They call the shots
(but they're not in the line of fire).
I call the cops
(but they're breakin the line of duty).
Lets call a stop to the abuse of authority.
The truth keeps callin' me, and I'ma live to tell the story.
So look for truth, quit seeking forgiveness.
You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors.
You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?
Just bring home my motherfuckin' brothers and sisters.
Cause they don't call the shots
(but they're in the line of fire).
I'd like to call the cops
(but they're breakin' the line of duty).
It's time to call a stop
(To the abuse of authority).
The truth keeps calling me
And I'ma live to tell the story.
[Meadow superstar
That is what you are
Coming from a farm
Reaching with your arm
Come away with me
To another ranch
We can rely on a tree-branch
(Greeting is on)]
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this could also be supported by the following lines.
'now it's whistle blower versus the pistol holder.'
'who can pen a hateful threat but can't hold a sword.'
'you need to cut the noose but you don't believe in scissors.'
the "slow down, gandhi" line is tongue in cheek. like calling someone sherlock holmes when they deduce something completely obvious.
It takes these awesome lyrics away from the boring music in the sage track and combines it with Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional and makes one of my favorite songs in the world.
"One love, one life, one too many victims.
Republicrat, Democran, one party system."
a play on what we stand for. no matter what labels we throw on ourselves, what's really happening is one large group of people arguing over trivials while people die overseas
"Media goes in a frenzy,
They're stripped of their credentials.
Presidential candidates can't debate over this instrumental.
Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all,
When the music�s dead I'll have Ted Nugent�s head hangin' on my wall."
The media isn't reliable and neither is politics- they play by ear, always gauging the audience's reaction. it's all manipulated, and they are althogether linked anyway when you think about it.
don't know much about ted except he incorporated a lot of his right politics into his music. haha, i'm clueless there
"Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours.
With some friendly fire, that�s a funny term, like civil war.
Six in the morning, police at my crib.
Now my nights consists of two toothpicks and eyelids."
play on the code of hammurabi
eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
"kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours"
which is the politcal mentality here. everyone's bickering about issues and personal stabilization instead of acting for the common good
slowwww down there gandhi...
like they are the furthest thing from gandhi but are trying to make the same kind of difference as he did
He also talks about how the government and media keeps the population afraid and relying on them instead of trying to instigate change.
Lastly i think hes saying Gandhi had it right but he was ahead of everyone in his thinking and his ideas of how to bring upon change.
So, think about that. This song is not an attack on Gandhi, it is an attack on people who don't really get him. Gandhi was a proponent of peace and civil disobedience. But anyone, even a person who is not a conscientious objector as Gandhi was, can quote him to justify anything.
I know some people who are pro-war and for the war in Iraq, but if you walk into their office or visit their web page, there are Gandhi quotes plastered everywhere.
So basically, it is an attack on people who think that war can create peace.
I agree with sirene also...most of the song are about fake populist humanitarian trends, but also there's commentary or hints towards western societies and freemarket capitalism..its obvious...making you think you're crazy is a billion dollar industry, even though i think thats also from 'Institutionalized'.
My favorite part of this song is:
"But some of y'all still haven’t grown into your face,
And your face doesn't quite match your head.
And I'm waiting for a brain to fill the dead space that's left,
You're all, "give me ethnicity or give me dreads!"
Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,
Because when push turns to shove
You jump into your forefather's arms.
He's a banker. You're part of the system,
Off go the dreadlocks, in comes the income.
The briefcase, the freebase, the sickness, the symptom.
When the cameras start rolling stay the fuck outta the picture, pilgrim.
Slow down Gandhi, you're killin'em."
Its perfectly written!
its also about having meaning in your actions, in what you do, which I think is why he references gandhi. a lot of the songs discusses people who superficially appear to be for a cause, but they never really are:
*You need to cut the noose, but you don't believe in scissors
*You support the troops by wearing yellow ribbons?
*It's the same who complain about the global war/But can't overthrow the local joker that they voted for.
*Because when push turns to shove/You jump into your forefather's arms.
She smells like dirty cash and aged paper books.
What does this MEAN?! I understand the dirty cash with the half naked and fake part but AGED PAPER BOOKS? what?!
On this part:
"Six in the morning, police at my crib.
Now my nights consists of two toothpicks and eyelids.
The crucifix and vitamins, music that is pirated."
When I begged for limewire, my dad gave me a speech about the feds busting our door down over our stolen music. People put toothpicks in their eyelids when they want to not fall asleep. Am I onto something or being ridiculous? The police are at his house because he's illegally downloading music, which is retarded because its not as if these artists aren't making enough as it is.
anyway, thats what i think.