I posted an article on Facebook a while back on the protests in Chile by university students, that are demanding free education. It’s an impressive system in that it’s been going on for months. You can check out this NPR article for some background info.
Today on NPR I heard a song that was born from this movement, and I think it’s powerful. And addicting. See below for translation.
Translation:
Venom: your monologues
Your colorless discourses
You don’t see that we aren’t alone
Millions from pole to pole!
To the beat of a single chorus
We will march with the tone
With the conviction STOP THE STEALING
Your state of control
Your corrupt throne of gold
Your politics and your wealth
And your treasure, no.
The time has come, the time has come.
We will allow no more, no more of your shock doctrine
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
No nations, only corporations
Who has more, more stocks
Fat cats, powerful decisions for very little.
Pinochetan constitution
Opus dei rights, fascist book
Guerilla disguised as a pardoned elitist
The drop falls, the stocks fall, the occupation takes the broken machine
The street doesn’t keep silent, the street scratches
The street doesn’t keep silent, as wide as it is
They take everything, sell everything
Make a profit from everything, life, death
It’s all business
I eat you all, seed, pascuala, methods and choruses
Venom: your monologues
Your colorless speeches
You don’t see that we aren’t alone
Millions from pole to pole!
To the beat of a single chorus
We will march with the tone
With the conviction STOP THE STEALING!
Your state of control
Your corrupt throne of gold
Your politics and your wealth
And your treasure, no.
The hour has truck, the hour has truck
We will allow no more, no more of your shock doctrine
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come
[Students talking]
Hit for hit, kiss for kiss
With wishes and nourishment
With ashes, with the fire of the present, remembering
With certainty and ripping, with the clear objective
With memory and with the history of the future, it’s NOW
Everything: this trial tube,
Everything: this daily laboratory,
Everything: this failure,
Everything: this condemned economic model from dinosaur times
Everything is criminalized
Everything is justified in the news
They get rid of everything, walk all over everything
Open a file on everything and classify it
But…your politics and your tactics,
Your typical smile and ethics
Your manipulated communique
How many of them were silenced?
Copes, hoses, and lumas
Cops, hoses and tunas
Cops, hoses, don’t add up
How many were those who stole the fortunes?
Venom: your monologues
Your colorless speeches
You don’t see that we aren’t alone
Millions from pole to pole
To the sound of a single chorus
We will march with the tone
With the conviction that the stealing stops
Your state of control
Your corrupt throne of gold
Your politics and your wealth
And your treasure, no.
The time is now, the time is now.
We will allow no more, no more of your shock doctrine
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
The time has come, the time has come (shock doctrine)
I am
I am what they left
I’m the leftovers of what was stolen.
A village hidden on the peak,
My skin is made of leather that’s why it stands any weather.
I’m a factory of smoke,
A peasant work of art for your consumption
In the middle of summer, frente de frio en el medio del verano
Love in the Time of Cholera, my brother.
I am the one that is born and the day he dies
with the best sun sets
I am development in flesh and blood
a political discourse without saliva.
The most beautiful faces I’ve met,
I’m the photograph of a missing person.
I’m the blood inside your veins,
I’m a piece of land that is worth it.
I’m a basket with beans,
I’m Maradona against England scoring 2 goals.
I’m what that holds my flag,
the backbone of my planet, is my mountain range
I’m what that my father taught me,
Who doesn’t love his country doesn’t love his mother.
I’m Latin America, a people without legs but that walk
Listen
You can’t buy the wind.
You can’t buy the sun.
You can’t buy the rain.
You can’t buy the heat.
You can’t buy the clouds.
You can’t buy the colors.
You can’t buy my happiness.
You can’t buy my pains.
(repeated)
I have the lakes, I have the rivers.
I have my teeth for when I smile.
The snow that beautifies my mountains.
I have the sun that dries me and the rain that washes me
A desert intoxicated with peyote
A drink of pulque
To sing with the coyotes
All that I need.
I have my lungs breathing clear blue,
The height that suffocates
I’m the molars of my mouth chewing coca.
Autumn with its fainted leaves
The verses written under the starry night
A vineyard filled with grapes.
A sugar cane plantation under the Cuban sun. sun in cuba
I’m the Caribbean Sea that watches over the little houses,
Making rituals of holy water.
The wind that combs my hair
I’m all the saints that hang from my neck.
The juice of my struggle is not artificial,
Because the fertilizer of my land is natural.
You can’t buy the wind.
You can’t buy the sun.
You can’t buy the rain.
You can’t buy the heat.
You can’t buy the clouds.
You can’t buy the colors.
You can’t buy my happiness.
You can’t buy my pains.
(in purtuguese)
You can’t buy the wind.
You can’t buy the sun.
You can’t buy the rain.
You can’t buy the heat.
You can’t buy the clouds.
You can’t buy the colors.
You can’t buy my happiness.
You can’t buy my sadness.
You can’t buy the sun.
You can’t buy the rain.
we are walking
we are walking
we are drawing the way
we are walking
You can’t buy my life.
MY LAND IS NOT FOR SALE.
I work hard but with pride,
Here we share, what’s mine is yours.
This town doesn’t drown with big waves.
And if it collapses I will rebuild it.
I don’t blink either when I see you
So that you remember my surname.
Operation Condor invading my nest.
I forgive but I’ll never forget, listen
(we are walking)
Here we breath struggle
(we are walking)
Kimbra was in the last music corner, as a featured artist, but after exploring some of her own stuff, my husband and I think she deserves her very own Music Corner post.
My favorite:
Imagine a one-and-a-half year old sitting on Uncle Jeff’s lap and shaking his shoulders to this video. It’s as adorable as it sounds.
The next one is a little slower, but her voice is simply amazing (especially towards the end):
I’ve been looking for something new (at least to me) to post on here, and finally someone made me stumble upon this. Love it. Hear it out, it picks up.
Much more mellow, but it was filmed in a bathroom, so it’s all good in my book:
I want to dance around inside a hula hoop. And do the splits on rollerskates. And synchronized dance moves…yep, on rollerskates. Don’t think it’s possible?
Last night, our friend Suman had a show in Costa Mesa. It was at the same bar where Jeff and I hung out for the first time. We had finished our second shift closing at Starbucks, and Brookie and I had made plans to go hear a friends band play at Detroit Bar. We invited Jeff and he agreed to go with us. I later found out that was the night that Sarah was having her birthday party, and I think it took her a while to forgive me for stealing Jeff from her that night. But months later…we were besties :)
So we got to revisit Detroit Bar last night. Almost five years after Jeff placed his arm around me for the first time. Suman, also known as Rocom, put on a great show. Here’s my favorite so far (keep in mind that live is [usually] always better) (also, warning: explicit language to follow):
Both Jeff and Suman have a little art show tonight, which I’m very excited for. Hopefully I’ll have some stories and/or pictures to report later this week.