students turning in other students wtf !?! brings the Hitler Youth to mind dont it?
Secret Service investigates high-school band Last Updated Wed, 17 Nov 2004 17:48:37 EST
BOULDER, COLO. - The Secret Service investigated a band made up of high-school students last week after reports of death threats against U.S. President George W. Bush.
The group, from Boulder High, is known as Coalition of the Willing. George W. Bush (AP file photo)
It was formerly called the Taliband, a reference to the toppled regime in Afghanistan.
Agents for the Secret Service carried out an investigation after they received reports that the band had changed the lyrics of the 1963 Bob Dylan song Masters of War to include a threat against Bush.
One line in the song, which is an attack on arms dealers, goes "And I hope that you die/And your death\'ll come soon."
The words were reportedly changed to "George Bush, I hope you die soon."
The band was scheduled to play at a talent show on Nov. 13. Some students who attended a rehearsal for the show claimed that they heard the new lyrics, and someone contacted the Secret Service.
Agents then questioned the school\'s principal, Ron Cabrera, who disputed the story.
"I know that people have made accusations and allegations about people and kids that are unfounded and untrue," Cabrera told the Associated Press the day before the show.
"I talked to many people who were [at the practice], including teachers, students and other faculty and no one altered the lyrics or expressed any ill will or any reference to President Bush or anyone dying."
The Secret Service did not speak to the band\'s members, who range in age from 13 to 17.
The agency did, however, talk to a teacher who supervised an anti-Bush protest at the same school the previous week.
The talent show went ahead without incident. It was sold out.
be warned. dont threaten the president by name. but with a song like this, names are irrelevant. you know who you are. hehe. come on sing along with me-
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big 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 the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion As 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 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 your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die And your death\'ll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I\'ll watch while you\'re lowered Down to your deathbed And I\'ll stand o\'er your grave \'Til I\'m sure that you\'re dead
yeah Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself and especially to feel. Or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That\'s what real love amounts to letting a person be what he really is....Most people love you for who you pretend to be....To keep their love, you keep pretending, performing. You get to love your pretense....It\'s true, we\'re locked in an image, an act and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it they feel like you\'re trying to steal their most precious possession
so i was listening to too many humans over and over again today. i havent listened to it for a while. today it is my favorite track on population override. i like to listen to the same tune over and over kinda like a mantra. especially a tune like too many humans. that throbbing organ. those moaning strings. me and too many humans got to twirling out in the dark tonight
do you have a current favorite tune off p.o. and what do you feel like doing when you listen to it?