Cows With Guns (видео). Плюс подтекст. Или всякаква отвъд-текстова щуращина.

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Автор, композитор и аранжимент:  Dana Lyons,

Отличаваме се от кравите, защото: 

1. Не ни колят за да се тъпчат директно други

2. Тъпчат ни с реклами, политически тв шоу-та и брутална предизборна пропаганда - за де се тъпчат индиректно други

3. В света има мнаго групи, борещи се правата на кравите. Или за правата на кокошките да са свободни. За нашете права има 0 (нула), нула като нищо.

Необходимо пояснение: 

Аз съм радикален фен за правата на животните. Още не съм веган, но се подготвям за този преход. У нас все още групи и движения за Animal Rights няма. Когато се появят, жална му майкd обещавам нd Кибер Явор.За да го подпомогна в благородната му дейност на полза роду - нека разглежда този ми пост като подбуждане, съучастничество и каквото още е запомнил от юридическия ПУЦ - към тероризъм. Вследствие на което да почне да ме разследва. За осъждането ми съм скептик. Освен ако магнаурският корифей Цецко не се произнесе :-)


IMPORTANT EDIT:

Непростимо е, че не дадох и текста, поправям се:

Cows With Guns

Intro

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Am    G  Am

[Am]Fat and docile, big and dumb

They look so stupid, they aren't much fun

[G]Cows aren't [Am]fun

[Am]They eat to grow, grow to die

Die to be et at the hamburger fry

[G]Cows well [Am]done

[Am]Nobody thunk it, nobody knew

No one imagined the great cow guru

[G]Cows are [Am]one

[Am]He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal

He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal

[G]Cow Tse [Am]Tongue

[Am]He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred

He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd

[G]Cow dol[Am]drums

[Am]He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll die

Cows gathered around, cause the steaks were so high

[G]Bad cow [Am]pun

[Am]But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate

Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate

[G]Cows are [Am]bummed

[Am]He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy

No one suspected he was packing an Uzi

[G]Cows with [Am]guns

[Am]They came with a needle to stick in his thigh

He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye

[G]Cow well [Am]hung

[Am]Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door

Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor

[G]Run cows [Am]run!

He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay

We are free roving bovines, we run free today

We will [F]fight for bovine [C]freedom    

And [E]hold our large heads [Am]high           

We will [F]run free with the [C]Buffalo, or [E]die

Cows with [Am]guns

[Am]They crashed the gate in a great stampede

Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed

[G]Cows have [Am]fun

[Am]Sixty police cars were piled in a heap

Covered in cow pies, covered up deep

[G]Much cow [Am]dung

Black smoke rising, darkening the day

Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way

We will [F]fight for bovine [C]freedom    

And [E]hold our large heads [Am]high           

We will [F]run free with the [C]Buffalo, or [E]die

Cows with [Am]guns

[Am]The President said "enough is enough

These uppity cattle, its time to get tough"

[G]Cow dung [Am]flung

[Am]The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief

Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef

[G]Cows on [Am]buns

[Am]The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed

They mooed their last moos, 

they chewed their last hay

[G]Cows out[Am]gunned

The order was given to turn cows to whoppers

Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers

But on the horizon surrounding the shoppers

Came the deafening roar of chickens in choppers

We will [F]fight for bovine [C]freedom    

And [E]hold our large heads [Am]high           

We will [F]run free with the [C]Buffalo, or [E]die

Cows with [Am]guns

Dana Lyons:  Guitar and Vocals

With Mi Tierra Mariachi Band members:

Alberto Leyva:  Vihuela

Rafael Leyva:  Guitarron

Jesus Sanchez:  Trumpet

Dedicated to the Mooovement.