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Rage Against the Machine

All I could say was “wow”. Rage was unlike anything I had heard before - yes, I had heard of “rap metal”, etc. (which I liked in general) but this was a whole other dimension. Usually you either get a rap song with some puny guitar work or a rock song with a few beats. This wasn’t soft on either side. Add to it some of the most ballsy political lyrics around and they were a force to be reckoned with. Tom was a mad scientist on guitar and Zack was just furious. The drummer (forgot his name) kept getting looser and looser and Timmy (his name at that time) was essential (unlike most bass players). By the way, despite the seemingly unanimous disapproval, I LOVED their Covers album. It was awesome from beginning to end - Rick Rubin is brilliant. I was sad to see that things were just getting better and better when they broke up… 

Know Your Enemy

Know your enemy!

Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist, that’s with
As we move into 92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know
Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
Defy
Im a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We dont need the key
We’ll break in

Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge, and a gun
Cause Ill rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against em

Fist in ya face, in the place
And I’ll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy…

Word is born
Fight the war, f*** the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the d the e the f the i the a the n the c the e
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? the land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy!

Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge, and a gun
Cause Ill rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against em

Now action must be taken
We dont need the key
We’ll break in

I’ve got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I’ve got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay…
Know your enemy!

Yes I know my enemies
They’re the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American Dreams
All of which are American Dreams
All of which are American Dreams

Revolver

His spit is worth more than her work
Pass the purse to the pugilists
He’s a prizefighter
And he bought rings and he owns kin
And now he’s swingin’
And now he’s the champion

Hey revolver, don’t mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don’t mothers make good fathers?
Revolver

A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she’s certain there’s more
Pictures of fields without fences
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she’s certain there’s more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches

Hey revolver, don’t mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don’t mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don’t mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don’t mothers make good fathers?

Testify

The movie ran through me
The glamour subdue me
The tabloid untie me
I’m empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That Baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing
I need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless
To numb me and purge me now
Of thoughts of blaming you
Yes the car is our wheelchair
My witness your coughing
Oily silence mocks the legless
Boys who travel now in coffins

On the corner
The jury’s sleepless
We found your weakness
And its right outside your door

Now testify
Now testify
Its right outside your door

Now testify
Yes testify
It’s right outside your door

With precision you feed me
My witness I’m hungry
Your temple it calms me
So I can carry on
My slaving, sweating,
The skin right off my bones
On a bed of fire I’m choking
On the smoke that fills my home
The wrecking ball is rushing
Witness your blushing
The pipeline is gushing
While here we lie in tombs

While on the corner
The jury’s sleepless
We found your weakness
And it’s right outside your door

Now testify
Yeah testify
Its right outside your door

Now Testify
Now Testify
And it’s right outside your door

Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set

Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now controls the past
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now?

Now Testify
Testify
It’s right outside your door

Now Testify
Testify
Its right outside your door

6 Responses to “Rage Against the Machine”

  1. Editor Says:

    Ahh. I can’t believe you left out Wake Up! :P

  2. fatimahye Says:

    well, lol, i didn’t wanna put up every one of their songs, so i thought about doing “most famous”, of which of course wake up would be a part, but settled on 1 from each album :)

  3. Anonymous Says:

    Assalaamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh,

    Subhan Allah, reading your blog (as a whole) brought back so many memories and filled me with so many feelings. I remember rage, in the sort of way someone remembers a dead child; even the smallest reminder floods the soul with emotions. I remember listening to rage for the first time, I remember hearing them live for the first time, I remember meeting them, I remember my band covering ‘wake up,’ I remember when ‘evil empire’ was first released and how it stayed in my car CD player for months without it being taken out…

    But here is the thing sister, I feel like your blog is something I wish I had never stumbled upon. Why? Well, I don’t like to remember rage and I don’t like to remember everything else associated with it. I feel like sometimes, when people start practicing the deen they still have in their heart a certain amount of love for their past. And I think we can both agree (I think, I could be wrong) that in actuality, in terms our deen, in terms of the shari’ah of Allah ‘azza wa jal, rage is from the munkaraat.

    So from there I say: to remember these things in this way, that can bring to out heart good feelings and pleasant thoughts, is a pathway/door of Shaytaan… at this point I know what you are thinking, and I admit, what I am saying does sound cliché, but is it not the truth as our fitrah knows it? We know that part of leaving a sin and making tawbah, is actually hating this sin in our heart. And along with this walaah wal baraa’ah (Allegiance and Disallegiance) is an important part of our deen. Loving what Allah and His Messenger (salallahu alaihi wassallam) love and hating what Allah and His Messenger (salallahu alaihi wassallam) hate. Until we have reached that state, until we have put aside and hated what Allah and his Messenger (salallahu alaihi wassallam) hate, have we completely submitted? As the Abdullah ibn ‘Umar narrated that the Prophet (salallahu alaihi wassallam) said: “None of you have completed imaan until their desires become conformed to what I have come with.”

    Just to share a quick story with you…
    A friend of mine (who is a very strong talibul ‘ilm and someone I hold in high esteem in terms of his deen) asked me for help one day. He wanted to do some audio recording and had just bought a studio mic online. The problem was that he didn’t really know how to work it. So he asked me if I knew what to do. After taking a look at it I realized that since it was a powerful studio mic it needed its own power source and would not suffice with the power from the computer. Now, the only place I knew where one could buy a power source (besides the net) for a mic like that was at Guitar Studio (I don’t know if you have this where you live, it’s a music store, mics, guitars, drums, everything), it’s the place I used to go to go check out guitars and buy guitar picks, strings, pedals, or whatever I was in need of. I told him it might not be the place he wants to go due to the fasad and whatnot, and that it would be better to order it online, but he insisted and said he needed it soon.
    So, we walk in, and it was like a trip back to my jahiliah, the people, the environment, the music that was playing, the instruments, everything. And lo and behold, who comes to help us? A girl who I used to know from before, all pierced and everything. Alhumdulillah though, she didn’t recognize me. After about 20 minutes we walk out of there, with the power source…job done. Right then my friend turns to me and says “man, shayateen, did you see them? This is what they want from us, to become like these people, to love these people, so we don’t care about our akhira so we don’t care about why we were put on this earth, so we don’t have pride in our deen.” And then I began to think how this place had had absolutely no negative affect on me, rather it brought back all these memories of my jahiliah. And at that moment I felt my heart sink, and realized that I still had a ways to go, to reaching proper imaan. May Allah guide us all, ameen.

    Khair, please do not take this as a personal criticism of you (even if it came of like that, wallahi this is not my intention). As Muslims we are in a constant struggle with Shaytaan to rectify ourselves, you and myself included. This is first and foremost a reminder for myself. May Allah rectify the state of the Ummah, bring back its ‘izzah and grant us janatul firdous. Ameen.

    Wassalaamu alaykum,

    Akhooki fid Deen.

  4. fatimahye Says:

    Walaikum assalaam wa rahmatullaah, Akhi,

    Jazaakallaahu khayran for your comment - no I didn’t take it personally and I even know what you mean. I think it depends on what reminiscing “does” to you - I remember hearing a statement where the Sahaabiyyaat would sit and talk about their days of Jaahililyyah, and in the masjid too - I don’t think in ‘asl it’s wrong to discuss these things because we’re human beings and we have had diverse experiences - we didn’t start where we are now.

    But I do agree with the notion that if the reminiscing leads to a backslide into haraam or a discontentment with Islam, etc. it should be avoided. Wallaahu a’lam. I’m sorry if my posts caused you or anyone any type of fitnah, really- may Allah keep us on the Straight Path.

  5. Anonymous Says:

    Assalaamu alaikum,

    You are correct in that the ‘asl in this matter is mubaahah. And indeed the Companions (radiAllahu ‘anhum) did sit and talk about their days of jahiliyah and their sins from that time, however, it would be in things which it was clear that all that was wrong. As you know music is a “controversial” subject these days (wallahul musta’aan) and I fear that Muslims may come to your blog and get the idea that you are condoning music and these bands. And since you are a practicing Muslimah (nahsabuki kadhalik) your opinions have weight by default (whether you deem yourself worthy of this being irrelevant). Maybe a caution or something to go along with it could help, Allahu ‘alam.

    Anyhow, jazakillahu khairah for not taking it personally. May Allah reward you for you good intentions. Ameen.

    Wassalaamu alaikum.

  6. sasjamal Says:

    Rage SUX now anyway though

    Sas

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