Discontent for dummies

Retribution is coming your way,
for the people reclaims its rights.
You really took us for a ride,
the ride is over, ye mighty kings !
you will no longer lead us anywhere,
we will lead you to the scaffold,
for the law is now in our hands !

The iconic song of French revolution, Suggested by [@Jadis]

A sentimental crowd, we crave ideals
drawn to stars, sails, nothing but trade-free stuff
A sentimental crowd, just see the way they talk to us
The way they talk to us...

I hang up and grab my keys to go and check the mail. Let's see, what do we have here?
A loving letter from the unemployment insurance telling me I'm broke. That's a rather posh start!
Pompous middle-class twats rehearsing United Nations' waffle chatting about famine while fixing makeup on their pretty faces
"We are infested with riffraff!"

Something's amiss yet again, and yet again we're in a pinch. More bills and nothing to pay them.
Stuck in my throat, a lump of this food paid for with a generous loan.
We are loudly told how wonderful our life is, and the only thing we need is a bit more activity.
In a country where prices rise by the day and only wages show an impressive stability.

A rejection, as usual. "Don't take it personally!"
On her way back, a man on the bus says:
"They all just want to be lazy, have an easy life at our expense!"
She gets off the bus, she'd rather walk

I took her to a supermarket. I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere. So it started there.
I said, "Pretend you've got no money."
And she just laughed and said, "Oh, you're so funny."
I said, "Yeah? Well, I can't see anyone else smiling in here."

Let the President answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with an AK-47, let him go fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil.
No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinking we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country we're patronizing a hero.
Look in his eyes, it's all lies

suggested by [@Jethro Paris]

Our masters, whoever they may be
Would like to see us fight amongst ourselves
For so long as they divide us
They still remain our masters

Suggested by [@Frederick]

In an alienated society that have led their lives deceived,
believing that there's been a change and buying the news
that the media is giving them.
With false alternations, it's not quite the same
but just like you would with thieves don't let them deceive you
with social programs that seek to buy votes

Suggested by [@phantasmagoria]

Suck it, suck it and go work at the factory,
And Putin will give you a liter of vodka for that.
The press is keeping the population from stress,
And also from evil eye, oil, gas, forests, and progress.
The elite and their sycophants are covered with gold
While I take a payday loan to pay for groceries.

Suggested by [@Sophia_]

I was so eager, I was full of dreams, I was full of intent
still
What became of us after prom? We were screwed over by a hail of bullshit!
What became of us after prom? Life wrecked all our hopes.

Suggested by [@Sophia_]
(a hard choice to make, the band has many songs with high discontent contents :D )

I'm an ordinary worker, guys. How I can go on?
All my savings consist only of kidney stones
I don't have much meat, mostly bones and skin,
I might not live long enough for good news to come in!

Suggested by [@Kashtanka1965 ]

I'm blind drunk. I don't care if everything burns. Let everything burn!
The whole of Russia is watching me. Let everything burn. I don't care if everything burns.
Now I'm ready for anything. I served my sentence on the Internet,
I went outside to pet the cat and a police car ran it over.

Suggested by [@Sophia_]

The terrorists have ruined our industrial formation,
Our culture, agriculture, our human medicine
They laid the whole mishmash into the education
And stabbed right in its back the manufacture.
They managed to make all the roads bumpy in no time
They closed the school but opened a new church instead…
What? Those were not the terrorists who did this shitfest?
And who were they? Don’t give a fuck, block Telegram.

Suggested by [@Brat]

And where are now the psychoanalysts?
Calming the neurosis of the stakeholders
And where are now the pacifists hippies?
Fighting to keep their families
And where are you famous guru
Now that they're gone and turned off the light?
This is the people of the future, and this present so rough
Is the material with which we'll build a total morning.

Suggested by [@Diazepan Medina]

If studying has little worth when you look for a job
If the bars are closed soon because we have to be "europeeans"
If to rent a house you have to pawn a kidney
If there are no parks nor bike lanes and there's only pollution
Calm down, don't be nervous, calm down
Stay calmed down man on your seat

Suggested by [@Diazepan Medina]

Do you know what makes the ocean glow
When unwelcome guests are making nuclear tests?
Is there nothing at all who can appease your greed?
Could you please leave the air we breathe?
Why, is it something we've done?
You all seem to forget
About nuclear fallout and the long term effects.

Suggested by [@SilentRebel83]

In the oldest cities in the world,
People are dying for bread.
While leaders' useless words,
Lead to nothing but more dead.
Like the devil's dream of heaven,
They think that they will stay,
Our struggle is the rain,
Which will wash the dust away...

Suggested by [@SilentRebel83]

No law is gonna change us,
We have to change us.
Whatever god we believe in,
We come from the same one.
Strip away the fear,
Underneath it’s all the same love.
About time that we raised up,
The same.

Suggested by [@SilentRebel83]

I know it tears you apart,
crushes your heart
A lemming is calling you names again
I know it tears you apart,
I know it hurts,
when they are calling and bullying you again
But try to hold on for a little while longer

Suggested by [@SilentRebel83]

Modern globalization coupled with condemnations
Unnecessary death, matador corporations
Puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag
Manufacturing consent is the name of the game
The bottom line is money, nobody gives a fuck!
4000 hungry children leave us per hour from starvation
While billions are spent on bombs, creating death showers!

Suggested by [@florquinn]

Now for all those who stayed warm and comfy in their offices, computing the yield of the war they had wished for; for all the fat cats, all the cuckolds who drag their fat bellies through life, recounting their bloody pennies, for all those I will erect the memorial that suits them.
With the birch rod, the whip, with my feet and my fists, with words that will slap on their wrinkles and fat jowls brands of shame and filth.

Picked after a discussion with [@Vladimir4757]

Some good people said it is a sin to live at liberty;
our fate is to endure and suffer and lay down our lives in the field.
A hangdog waltz plays from all directions, no way to escape it.
A hangdog waltz, a disease of the soul.

Grebenshikov and Akvarium have many beautiful protest songs.
Many could have made it into this collection, but I find this one especially moving

Some get power and pleasure,
Some get beggar’s bag and prison,
And I can’t get over this pain:
My country has gone mad,
And I can’t help it at all.

Suggested by [@Vladimir4757]

Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree

Suggested by [@Sailor PokeMoon2]

Will you know it when you see it?
High risk children, dogs of war
Now market movements call the shots
Business deals in parking lots
Waiting for the meat of tomorrow

Suggested by [@Sailor PokeMoon2]

Your anger was righteous,
your disobedience was in good faith
one shall not kill one's own parents
for the sake of the higher ups.
Soldiers, your conscience is spotless.
A French shall not kill another French
When you refused to redden your bayonets
little soldiers, you did the right thing.

Suggested by [@Jadis]

No way out. We're left with nothing but muddy roads
I grow more furious with every step
I grow more furious with every policeman cap and fur hat
A never ending war rages on, spring never comes here.
Childhood won't go on.
We're left with nothing but dreams and small talk
I grow more furious every time
I grow more furious with every step
I grow more furious by the hour

Suggested by [@Brat]

Same old song, I know you heard it many times before
Why this life in poverty seems so much like a war
Just make sure you're careful where you place your feet
When it's the last tango on 16th Street

Suggested by [@BlackSea4ever]

We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you

Suggested by [@Flopsi]

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
They took all the trees and put them in a tree museum
Then they charged the people a dollar and a half just to see 'em
Don't it always seem to go,
That you don't know what you've got ‘til it's gone?

Suggested by [@Brat]

With the wolves they don't play even,
The jaegers. But won't tremble their hands!
Having fenced in with the flags our freedom,
They shoot for sure, with confidence!
The wolf can't break the traditions.
Evidently, when young, blind cubs,
We were sucking the she-wolf as wolflings
And sucked in: we're not allowed past flags!

Suggested by [@Kashtanka1965]

one, two, three, four
the unemployed are more and more
for many years we've slaved in vain
suffered for the bosses' gain
we built cities and countries
but not for you and not for me
comrades, what did we get back
but hunger, eviction, and the sack
hunger, eviction, and the sack

Suggested by [@Jadis]

I pledge no allegiance, nigga fuck the president's speeches
I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches
The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your facial features
Drownin' you in propaganda that they spit through the speakers
And if you speak about the evil that the government does
The Patriot Act'll track you to the type of your blood
They try to frame you, and say you was tryna sell drugs
And throw a federal indictment on niggaz to show you love

Suggested by [@zarina01]

We are not really to blame, after all we did nothing wrong.
Still we feel somewhat guilty in the fat bastards' stead.
Those who don't feel like they're being targetted,
who could not picture anyone stopping them,
one of these days, they'll be fucked sideways.
Always aim for the head.

I'm going for broke, gambling and playing for keeps
Everyday in the streets, scrambling and paying for cheat
Praying for sleep
Dreaming with a watering mouth
Wishing for a better life for my daughter and spouse
In this slaughtering house, caught up in bouts
With the root of all evil

Suggested by [@Jethro Paris]

At first I thought I just had to defend myself,
but you'd better subdue the street to make it quiet.
They drew pictures about me, they really want me to back off.
I'll get them eventually, by smashing a few kneecaps.