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​Freedom Samba

This song is by The Herd and appears on the album Summerland (2008).

It's after curfew so make sure that no one heard you
Just the suggestion of free expression could hurt you
Untamed aggression on the faces of the faithful
El patron is merciful they're eternally grateful
Coming out of the pep rally dawn at the stadium
Where they say the secret jail is - just put the cages in
Tear gas and horses disperse the demonstration - and turn the native army on the native population
Official TV station has taken a different view
They say they're banning gatherings of any more than two
Because the president lives in mortal fear of a coup d'etat
He's raised his own militia - its autumn of the patriarch
Ordered that his body-double ride it at open car
Distribute gifts to the barrios that have done it hard
Some took the bait - they see hits as the father of the nation that they can't hate - others just can't wait
To take back what they lost - they rally under black flags and toss molotovs
But it's always freedom - at what cost?
The pamphlet they dropped said that pacifism is a paradox
You turn the other cheek and cop another shot
The exiles want to shout 'You don't know what you've got'
Sometimes freedom is defined by what it's not
You never really knew where the road you walked ends up
You've got to keep your heads up

They'll try to tell you they're only trying to help
They'll lock you up to protect you from yourself
They'll lock you out to deflect you front their wealth
Create fear of a foe you can't see
Eventually now It's so plain to see
It's your freedom that's the first casualty

Tut tut go the paper call 'em terrorists
Paint 'em as psychopathic murderous savages
Isolate 'em try and make 'em illegitimate
Pro-government sources condemn 'em on the internet
The hearts and minds of the people are at the will of the warlords
But they don't see him as a warlord
You can send your new and improved anti-terror units
To move and eliminate - that's the civilians fate
Late night raids by nameless death squads
Small kids snarling at soldiers to 'Get lost'
You don't oven know of the feet you stepped on
So you neutralised the area well you're dead wrong
What about the missing we haven't heard from?
So there plenty mare volunteers to strap bombs
Doesn't take your forces long to catch on
This is anything but romantic - this is terror for two
I'm here with absolutely nothing to lose - and only one of us is seeking the truth

They'll try to tell you they're only trying to help
They'll lock you up to protect you from yourself
They'll lock you out to deflect you front their wealth
Create fear of a foe you can't see
Eventually now It's so plain to see
It's your freedom that's the first casualty

CreditsEdit

  • Production by Ozi Batla
  • Vocals by Urthboy, Ozi Batla Jane Tyrrell, Toe Fu
  • Bass by Ror Poshtya
  • Guitar by Toe Fu
  • Trumpet by Simon Ferenci