Soom T - Bomb Our Yard

Η Soom T επί σκηνής (Φωτ. Μ.Νταλούκας 2018)

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Η υπέροχη Soom T (πραγματικό όνομα Sumati Bhardwaj- ινδικής καταγωγής), έχει ένα στυλ που τα σπάει. Γεννήθηκε και μεγάλωσε στην Γλασκώβη, όπου και επιβλήθηκε ως MC αλλά έγινε γρήγορα αγαπητή σε πολλά κράτη, και κυρίως στην Γαλλία.


Με ιδιαίτερη φωνή, ραπάρει εκφράζοντας εκλεπτυσμένο πολιτικό λόγο (gangster, bankster on top), ποιητική διαμαρτυρία (Too much television killing my vision) δείχνοντας σημειολογικά προς το αναπόφευκτο μέλλον (Burn Babylon down). Το τραγούδι, από τον τελευταίο της δίσκο Born Again. 

So I look up then look round what’s on ma telly? Something here is getting rotten dirty and smelly I can feel the earth wobble like I’m walking on jelly Can you hear me I’ve got something to tell you. It’s about birth certificates yes traded as stocks Unum Sanctum and the owning of the flock The big bad gangster, bankster on top Of the corrupt shop that the cops don’t stop Why? Too much television killing my vision On a mission gonna free my mind from the system Burn Babylon down children listen Your mind is in a prison sitting killing your wisdom In a mind flitting, sitting in a prison Most people are dumbed down, dead or kipping Gonna bet on getting better but a bullet is hissing Sent with derision to my holy dominion You can bomb our yard Take us off pitch give us the red card You can push real hard But you’ll never break us and tear us apart x 2 We are still living under maritime laws Government has the right to send our kids to war Treating us like suckers devil doesn’t miss tricks Except one son that returned to eclipse The big bad man with a hand gun in his hand bag Standing by a smoker with a fag in his hand Planned to move fast, like a bomber off ash Bought from a man that wanted hard cash Stoned on an old phone smoking home grown I’m spying my horizon like a government drone Marking my ground on a studio cone I spit it on the mic like the guns of Navarone I break chains like an escaped slave frothing At the mouth wanting blood and a soap washing I’m a cop dodging gyal and I never be stopping Kicking the door down if you’re caught not in Chorus You can push real hard but you’ll never break us and tear us apart You can push real hard but you’ll never tear us apart I’m standing as a dissident saying listen up president I’m your tenant resident that pays you tax and dividends Indifferent you seem to be to people who are suffering Because you are warmongering I solemnly declare you’re in A bit of trouble yes that this bubble is exploding An explosion that is gonna take you out so pay attention Emotions that I’m throwing should awaken eyes are open Barely coping with this global chaos that you’re growing.