Con Tanques y Discursos

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Title

Con Tanques y Discursos

Subject

Kiss Kill You
Punk rock music--United States
Rock music--2001-2010

Description

Sound recording by Kiss Kill You.

Contains 5 tracks:

  1. Their Nightmares are our Dreams
  2. Le Nouveau Monde
  3. End Poverty In California
  4. The Rout of Catfish Cole's Bedsheet Brigade on October 5, 1957
  5. Cowboy is the New Pirate

Numbered 275 of unlimited series

Photocopied cardstock outer sleeve. Photocopied paper inner sleeve includes lyric sheet.

Creator

Kiss Kill You

Source

Ryan P. Randall's collection

Publisher

Kiss Kill You

Date

2002-09-22—2002-09-26

Contributor

Grube, Jeff (mastering)

Rights

Kiss Kill You

Relation

[no text]

Format

CD-R disc
Photocopied cardstock outer sleeve and photocopied paper inner sleeve

Language

en
es

Type

Sound recording

Identifier

3

Coverage

2002-09-22—2002-09-26
1472 Amethyst St
Riverside, CA 92507

Sound Item Type Metadata

Transcription

<text>
<body>
<head>Their Nightmares are our Dreams</head>
<speaker>Moises</speaker>
<lg>
<lg type="verse">
<l>Kiss me, kiss me Johnny, with a lying kiss that says "I love you."</l>
<l>Kiss me, with your eyes closed, shut them tight to seal out your soul.</l>
<l>I need you, like I need this, like a junkie's needle set to overdose.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="chorus">
<l>I wanna live just a little death, every night with you.</l>
<l>I wanna live just a little death, every night with you.</l>
<lg type="verse">
<l>Kiss me, kiss me Johnny, with a lying kiss that says "I love you."</l>
<l>Take me, take me out, like a garbage bag spilled on your kitchen floor.</l>
<l>Kill me, kill Johnny, it's my last request, my final gift to you.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="chorus">
<l>I wanna live just a little death, every night with you.</l>
<l>I wanna live just a little death, each-every night with you!</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse">
<l>Kiss me, kiss me Johnny, with a lying kiss that says "I love you."</l>
<l>Kiss me, with your eyes closed, shut them tight to seal out your soul.</l>
<l>I need you, like I need this, like a junkie's needle set to overdose.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="chorus">
<l>I wanna live just a little death, every night with you.</l>
<l>I wanna live just a little death, every night with you!</l>
</lg>
</lg>
</body>
</text>
<text>
<body>
<head>Le Nouveau Monde</head>
<speaker>Omar</speaker>
<lg>
<lg type="verse">
<l>It's 1968: and you're marching in the streets of East L.A.</l>
<l>You can blow out now, or you can drop out later.</l>
<l>It's 1968: the tanks are rolling into the city of Prague.</l>
<l>Is this socialism, with a human face?</l>
<l>It's 1968: they're building barricades in the Latin Quarter</l>
<l>Remember, vote with a brick.</l>
<l>It's 1968: the police riot in the city of Chicago.</l>
<l>The whole world is watching. The whole world is watching!</l>
</lg>
<lg type="chorus">
<l>It's 1968!</l>
<l>'68!</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse">
<l>It's 1968: and you're bleeding on the streets of Mexico.</l>
<l>The Olympics are coming to town.</l>
<l>It's 1968: you lie dead on the streets of Hue.</l>
<l>Now wave your flag. Wave it to your grave.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="chorus">
<l>It's 1968.</l>
<l>'68!</l>
</lg>
</lg>
</body>
</text>
<text>
<body>
<head>End Poverty in California</head>
<lg>
<lg type="verse">
<l>Ignorance is such a bore. It's just a way to keep you in your place.</l>
<l>Loneliness is such a sham. It's just a way to help them sell the plan.</l>
<l>Innocence is such a lie. It's just a way you get away with things.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="chorus">
<l>You belong in the womb.</l>
<l>You belong in the womb.</l>
<l>You belong in the womb.</l>
<l>You belong in the womb.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse">
<l>Loneliness is such a sham. It's just a way to help them sell the plan.</l>
<l>Ignorance is such a bore. It's just a way you get away with things.</l>
<l>You get away with everything. You get away with everything.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="chorus"
<l>You belong in the womb.</l>
<l>You belong in the womb.</l>
<l>You belong in the womb.</l>
<l>You belong in the womb.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse">
<l>[unintelligible effected vocal collage]</l>
<l>[unintelligible effected vocal collage]</l>
<l>[unintelligible effected vocal collage]</l>
</lg>
<lg type="outro"
<l>You belong in the womb.</l>
<l>You belong in the womb.</l>
<l>You belong in the womb.</l>
</lg>
</body>
</text>
<text>
<body>
<head>The Rout of Catfish Cole's Bedsheet Brigade on October 5, 1957</head>
<lg section="1">
<lg singer="Omar">Huh!</lg>
<lg type="simultaneous">
<l singer="Moises">A priest died on a hunger strike, we danced merrily to the chivalrous song.</l>
<l singer="Omar">5,000 paces: turn around and kill your enemy!</l>
</lg>
<lg type="simultaneous">
<l singer="Moises">A priest died on a hunger strike, we danced merrily to the chivalrous song.</l>
<l singer="Omar">5,000 paces: turn around and kill your enemy!</l>
</lg>
<lg type="simultaneous">
<l singer="Moises">Like M.L.K.J. I once too had a dream, but when I woke up I was only asleep.</l>
<l singer="Omar">5,000 paces: turn around and kill your enemy!</l>
</lg>
<lg type="simultaneous">
<l singer="Moises">Like M.L.K.J. I once too had a dream, but when I woke up I was only asleep.</l>
<l singer="Omar">5,000 paces: turn around and kill your enemy!</l>
</lg>
</lg>
<lg section="2">
<lg type="simultaneous">
<l singer="Moises">A priest died on a hunger strike, we danced merrily to the chivalrous song.</l>
<l singer="Omar">5,000 paces: you turn around to kill your enemy.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="simultaneous">
<l singer="Moises">A priest died on a hunger strike, we danced merrily to the chivalrous song.</l>
<l singer="Omar">4,000 paces: you turn around to kill your enemy.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="simultaneous">
<l singer="Moises">Like M.L.K.J. I once too had a dream, but when I woke up I was only asleep.</l>
<l singer="Omar">3,000 paces: you turn around to kill your enemy.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="simultaneous">
<l singer="Moises">Like M.L.K.J. I once too had a dream, but when I woke up I was only asleep.</l>
<l singer="Omar">2,000 paces: you turn around to kill your enemy.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="simultaneous">
<l singer="Moises">Show me your tired masses, ask me for grace, history hides your father's disgrace.</l>
<l singer="Omar">1,000 paces: you turn around to kill your enemy.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="simultaneous">
<l singer="Moises">Show me your tired masses, ask me for grace, history hides your father's disgrace.</l>
<l singer="Omar">500 paces: you turn around to kill your enemy.</l>
</lg>
</lg>
<lg section="3">
<lg type="solo singer">
<l singer="Omar">Proletarian! Learn to use your rifle!</l>
<l singer="Omar">Proletarian! Learn to use your rifle!</l>
<l singer="Omar">Hey Bigger! Men die alone!</l>
</lg>
</lg>
</body>
</text>
<text>
<body>
<head>Cowboy is the New Pirate</head>
<lg type="verse">
<l>Tell me again how beautiful the sunset is.</l>
<l>It just might get me through another smoggy day.</l>
</lg>
<lg type="verse">
<l>Show me again, your world through childhood eyes.</l>
<l>They just might get you to join the human race.</l>
</lg>
</body>
</text>

Original Format

Digital (AIFF)

Duration

<recording type="audio" dur="P3M52S">
<title>Their Nightmares are our Dreams</title>
</recording>
<recording type="audio" dur="P5M11S">
<title>Le Nouveau Monde</title>
</recording>
<recording type="audio" dur="P4M11S">
<title>End Poverty in California</title>
</recording>
<recording type="audio" dur="P6M22S">
<title>The Rout of Catfish Cole's Bedsheet Brigade on October 5, 1957</title>
</recording>
<recording type="audio" dur="P3M43S">
<title>Cowboy is the New Pirate</title>
</recording>

Bit Rate/Frequency

4411.2 kb/s

Files

Collection

Citation

Kiss Kill You, “Con Tanques y Discursos,” Raincross Underground, accessed June 26, 2017, http://raincrossunderground.omeka.net/items/show/3.