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Soulfly: "Primitive" – 2000

энциклопедия: Soulfly

Состав группы:

  • Max Cavalera – вокал
  • Mikey Doling – гитара
  • Marcelo Dias – бас
  • Joe Nunez – ударные

Приглашённые музыканты:

  • Tom Araya – вокал
  • Sean Lennon – вокал, гитара, фортепиано
  • Chino Moreno – вокал
  • Corey Taylor – вокал
  • Grady Avenell – вокал
  • Larry McDonald – перкуссия
  • Marcello D.Rapp – бас, перкуссия
  • Meia Noite – перкуссия

Soulfly: "Primitive" – 2000

Композиции:

  1. Back To The Primitive
  2. Pain
  3. Bring It
  4. Jumpdafuckup
  5. Mulambo
  6. Son Song
  7. Boom
  8. Terrorist
  9. The Prophet
  10. Soulfly II
  11. In Memory Of...
  12. Flyhigh

Лирика

1. Back To The Primitive

Um, dois, treis, quatro...

Back to the primitive
Fuck all your politics
We got our life to live
The way we want to be

Back to the primitive
Fuck all your politics
"Who feels it, knows it"
(Bob Marley)
And God will guide me

Back to the primitive
Fuck all your bullshit
We're back to set it free
Confronting the negative

Back to the primitive
Fuck all you wannabes
You don't mean shit to me
Let it bleed...

(tribal)
Primitive
Primitive
Primitive
Primitive

Back to the primitive
Fuck all your politics
We got our life to live
The way we want to be

Back to the primitive
Fuck all your politics
How it used to be
Check your reality

Back to the primitive
Fuck all your politics
Fuck all you wannabes
Aaaaaarggghhh!

Back to the primitive
Fuck all your politics
Forever we will be
What we want to be

Primitivo

2. Pain

Speak up – you know what is up
Code of silence?! Who set you up?!
Some shit so wrong in this world
It's all fucked up now you're gone
Speak up – you know what went on
How could you let it go?
It's murder you covered up
Stained blood on your soul

Down on my knees
Hands stretched to heaven above
Christ this pain is hard to live with
Don't fill my heart with love
Engulf my heart with vengeance
You need to see our pain
Don't fill this heart with love
The truth needs to be told

You can't mask
Pain
My pain
Our Pain
You can't mask
Pain
My pain
Our pain

"Fuck you...
Friday I was freaking out"

3. Bring It

Carved in hate, carved in hate
War is insane
Everywhere, everywhere
Blood and disgrace
Look around, look around
Apocalypse now!!
Terminate, terminate
With extreme hate

Bring it
Bring it
Bring it
Bring it

Who da cap fit, who da cap fit
You know what I mean
All your envy, all your envy
I'll make you bleed
Why don't you go away, why don't you go away
And never come back no more
Cut throat, cut throat
Fuck off!!!

Why don't you go away, why don't you go away
Never come back no more
Cut throat scum
You don't have a soul...

Fuck off

4. Jumpdafuckup

Jumpdafuckup!

Muthafucka u don't understand
All my hate!
Muthafucka u don't understand
All my rage!
Muthafucka u don't understand
All my pain!
Muthafucka u don't understand...

You seem to sever all my frequencies
I'm tethered to your energies
And everything turns inside out
I can't be killed but I'm not too proud

Maybe you would like to peek through the curtain
At the same mistake you know you always make
But...all I really want to know is
Are you gonna lay the fuck back down
Or jump da fuck up?

Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit
I'm full of hate, don't fuck with me
Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit
Open up your eyes and fucking see
We got the tribe against society
We got to fight the real enemy
Get da fuck up, stand da fuck up
Back da fuck up

All this is making things a bit insane
And I don't care who stares or stays
The only thing that matters is
Will you reach out if you can't resist?

Maybe you don't give a shit for the rest of us
But if you do, the time is now, if it ever was
If you're gonna fight, whatcha gonna do?
Jump da fuck up!

How dare you single out my honesty
Compare me to your travesties
I only want to see you fight
The darkness you wanna live your life by

And if you're gonna quit
I don't give a shit
What the fuck, I'm a Mack truck
Are you gonna give up like a bitch
Or jump da fuck up?

Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit
I'm full of hate, don't fuck with me
Walking in da streets and looking at all this shit
Open up your eyes and fucking see
We got the tribe against society
We got to fight the real enemy
Get da fuck up, stand da fuck up
Muthafuckaaaaaaaarrggghhhh

I'm a self-destructive piece of shit
Smear me in
I don't owe you a goddamn thing
This life has never had the swing
I don't wanna be immortal or legend or anything
Cuz the longer I'm alive, the better off you'll be
Get ready for epitome, come on and pity me...
Will you kill me if I say please?

I'm the same old reasons not to try
What the hell
Beat to death with a shovel and a new smell
Come and get me, mom would never let me do it
I'm ruined, I don't want anything from you
Cuz I've got nothing left to prove, c'mon
My time, everything feels fine, goodbye
Killing from the inside

5. Mulambo

Mulambo eu (Mulambo I)
Mulambo tu (Mulambo you)
Chegou Aqui (Just arrived here)

Mulambo eu (Mulambo I)
Mulambo tu (Mulambo you)
Chegou Ali (Just arrived over there)

Mulambo chegou pra detonar essa porra!!!
Mulambo chegou pra detonar essa porra!!!
Mulambo chegou pra detonar essa porra!!!
Mulambo chegou pra detonar essa porra!!!
(Mulambo it's here to fuck this shit up!!!)

Third world and I'm coming with the fire
Futebol and I'm coming with the fire
E porrada and I'm coming with the fire
(porrada: punch or brawl)
O Brasil and I'm coming with the fire

Mulambo – Mulambo – Mulambo – Mulambo

Revolutionary como "Zapata"
[Zapata:] Mexican revolutionary
Revolutionary e "Che Guevara"
[Che Guevara:] Third World revolutionary
Revolutionary como "Zumbi"
[Zumbi:] Brasilian slave hero
Revolutionary to the "most high"

6. Son Song

Sometimes I don't
want to face life
Sometimes I feel empty inside
But every moment is precious
And everyone will turn to dust

Dust myself up
and I scream at the sky
It's been so hard
but I can't let it die
Turn my head up,
looking at the stars
So many years,
I still wonder where you are?
Dust myself up
and I scream at the sky
It's been so hard
and I ask myself why?
Turn my head up,
looking at the sun
Waited so long,
it's time to move on, move on

Look at the sun,
look at the sky
Another day, another sign
And every moment is precious
And everything will turn to dust

Dust myself up
and I scream at the sky
It's been so hard
but I can't let it die
Turn my head up,
looking at the stars
So many years,
I still wonder where you are?
Dust myself up
and I scream at the sky
Every day I ask myself why?
So much pain pouring
from inside
Above me I feel the spirit fly

7. Boom

Every time I think about how you act
You got no life, you got no respect
Yeah every time I think about how you act
You got nothing, nothing left...

Leeches and hypocrites
They even steal the air we breathe
Pretending and faking it
To be something they cannot be...

You come around when you know you need something
Stick around and try to get anything
But I know who's really down with me
Back tha fuck up you bumbklaatt enemy...

Boom
Watchugot?
Watchuwatchugot?
Watchugot?
Boom

Happiness is to give back
Love one another, have respect
Give more to receive less
Give life, soul and fire

Using people like they are tools
Treating them like they're just fools
Always quiet but I know what you do
God knows and you will too...

Fuck you, you fuckin' disgrace
And then you act like everything's the same
I don't dig it, I don't play mind games
Don't fuck with me and my friends

Give more to receive more
Give life, soul and fire

8. Terrorist

Spreading terrorism through the music
Rebelling against all this bullshit
Fire is the heat that burns deep inside
Raging and out of control

Spreading terrorism through the music
Rebelling against all this shit
Energy in the purest form
Controlled chaos, bring it on...

Confront and destroy / Confront and destroy
Confront and destroy / Confront and destroy

Spreading terrorism through the music
Rebelling against all this bullshit
Urban guerillas on the front line
Arm in arms, bring it on...

Rise, rise, rise
Above this bullshit
Rise, rise, rise
Above this bullshit

"Night will come and I will follow
For my victims no tomorrow"
"Non-conformity in my inner self
Only I guide my inner self"

Bring da pain to tha muthafuckin' pit – Kill
Bring da rage to tha muthafuckin' pit – Kill
Bring da shit to tha muthafuckin' pit – Kill
Bring da pain to tha muthafuckin' pit – Kill...

9. The Prophet

Time has arrived, we see all the signs
Revolution now is the time
Revelation soon to arise
Tribulation means it's the time
Send out the soldiers,
their shield is their souls
Revolution coming unfold
Revelation coming untold
The prophet born to the world

Life, I know our life goes way out beyond
I leave you fire to carry on
Salvation coming to those
With the most high in their souls

Here comes the prophet
(time has arrived)
The prophet
(revolution/revelation)
Here comes the prophet
(time has arrived)

Rise above and beyond the sky
You know that we got to fight
The struggle to survive
Fuck you, this is my life

Um, dois, tre^is, quatro

The prophet – mais forte do que a morte (stronger than death)
The prophet – stronger than it all
The prophet (tribal)

10. Soulfly II

(инструментал)

11. In Memory Of...

Yo, life's web wants me in debt and tries to collect my breath
as ransom in return for my soul's silhouette.
How deep does shit get?
Is it worth the Bentleys and jets in this jungle of sheer cons and devils with breasts.
I mean does everything happen for a reason, the change of seasons,
even the slugs screamin' to stop you from breathin'.
It seems we're all a target in this mosh pit.
The world be spinnin' lopsided, that's why I have my logic.

We are what we are – musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are – musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
So don't tell me how to act – how to be – how to live
We are what we are – forever live or die
Don't tell me how to act – how to be – how to live
I am what I am from beginning to the end

My conspiracy theory threatens national security, speaking clearly, you assholes don't hear me.
Walked the psychopath of Timothy Leary when cell therapy wasn't curing me,
God put fear in me, scaring me.
RIP Kamau Jahi, quiet warrior with dignity, still with me spiritually, forever in memory.
Cut throat – who ill as me?
Soulfly. Flight attendants ain't got shit on me.
You reap what you sow, so I try my hardest to harvest good
crops regardless if most artists are garbage – with godless content.
To be honest, the chronic plus my fondness of alcoholic products held
my spirit in bondage like convicts. Gettin' blunted wasn't pungent,
overabundance of dumb shit had me living low-budget.
Conflict. Indo had my mental growth stunted, cut friends out my circumference
I used to run with. Rose above it. Fuck thuggin' and clubbin', I got one in the
oven, plus my girl's talkin' husband – she buggin'.
My method of flowin' expression through poem, salt of the
Earth like the ocean – God's chosen spokesman.
Creation to cremation, to be blatant – fuck Satan – paper chasin' motherfuckers facing damnation.
Girls actin' fly with no interest in aviation – fuck station – radio waves is just radiation.

We are what we are – musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are – musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
You don't feel when I bleed, when I scream, when I feel
We are what we are – forever live or die
You don't know how I feel, what is real, what's the deal
I am what I am from beginning to the end

Cutthroat Logic – the newest extension of the Soulfly Tribe from now until the day that I die.
Can't you tell by the pain in my eyes that with this music I will bring my dream to life.
Stressed the F out, losin' my mind, I wanna blow up right now but I know it takes time.
Like slanging saxs to takin' elbows across the state lines, from 22's to tec 9's swag to kind.
Underground to worldwide, I will never die,
forever my words in my rhymes they gonna keep me alive.
So onward I strive each and every day of my life az I fight to keep K-RAB's dream alive.
Forever my better half from fightin' to makin' cash.
Some things in life are fucked up – wish I could take 'em back.
But I live life with no regrets so I just look back on life and laugh.

We are what we are – musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are – musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
In memory of D-LOW I carry this pain
We are what we are – I know you understand
In memory of D-LOW I carved your name
I am what I am from beginning to the end

Got Catholics in confession and 5-percenters studying lessons while
the youth smoke Buddha for blessing.
I hear you fuckers on vinyl praising false idols – claiming
Gods and dogs and other fraud titles – to rival. My
recital's laced with the Bible, life is just a time trial –
I'm trying to make the finals. March madness in the land
of savages – I'm stranded, a magnet for static so I combat it
diplomatic – nomadic – what I'm tatted – my cross my only
baggage – roots go back to Africa, I'm not Asiatic.
Brothas mastered mathematics and still they can't add it.
My quest isn't cabbage although it's nice to have it – rock the planet –
like volcanic magma fragments – as my lava cools a lot of fools take me for granite.
I just wanna meet the trinity and live for infinity – laugh at the enemy – when
I get there who cares who remember me – on Earth.
Since birth my dome had afro turf – ask the nurse – I heard a verse that said –
"who's last is first" – so I keep my flesh humble 'cause I'm still-skinned like
Rumple – average a triple double and keep my game subtle – jam harder – than Vince
on all ballers from bench to starter since I slaughter holler – murda –
on Shawn Carter – no honor with robbers – so I pray to my godfather and
my conscience isn't bothered by how I get my dollars.

We are what we are – musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are – musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are – musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast
We are what we are – musical contrast/sound clash/bomb blast

12. Flyhigh

Pressure building on my soul
I ask God to take control
Guide me through this fucked up world

Conquer this fear spiritually
Forever let it be
Into infinity

Against all odds we carry on
Like we always did before
Soulmate forever more

I feel your presence every day
It's so real in every way
Give God thanks and praise!

Just let my soul fly free
And let me be the one God wants me to be
Just let my soul fly free
And let me see everything I'm
supposed to see

Just let my soul fly
Just let my soul fly
Just let my soul fly free!!!

Pressure building on my soul
I ask God to take control
Give me guidance in this world

Conquer this fear spiritually
Forever let it be
Into infinity

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