veganski punk/metal/hc/rock ili sto god tko voli...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH83JppkUH0
Veganska glazba
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Re: veganska glazba
ti se šališ?chiril stipsa je napisao/la:veganski punk/metal/hc/rock ili sto god tko voli...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH83JppkUH0
los fašistos? :pms: melodik :pms:
oj! oj! oj!
iako je video dobar...
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ja mislim da vege bendova ima najviše takvih ili još gorihaspalatus je napisao/la:khk khk khm khm...
kako to da takvi njezni ljubitelji zivotinja i svekolike prirode sviraju tako agresivnu glazbu sami metal i punk i hard core
zar zaista ne postoji ni jedan veganski jazz band ili blues?
ili se varam?
+ oni sXe
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heheaspalatus je napisao/la:btw ja se bavim glazbom i preferiram metal lol mada mi nije strana ni world music....svasta ja nesto mixam
i moram rec jos da nakon sta sam odgledala sve s onih liknova sad mi je jasno zasto ne moze biti jazz lol
metal...nešto jako opširno
i 
ajde jurko reci šta da uploadam, ti se dublje baviš muzikom
da, i mene zanima taj fenomenaspalatus je napisao/la: kako to da takvi njezni ljubitelji zivotinja i svekolike prirode sviraju tako agresivnu glazbu sami metal i punk i hard core
ja sam imal nekakvu predodžbu da su vegići onako učeni (na svim područjima), duhovni ljudi koji teže nečim višim...
(mislim bez uvrede, ne tvrdim ništ...ah bolje da ovo nisam napisal, sad će flejm
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to nije nikakav fenomenfilo je napisao/la:da, i mene zanima taj fenomenaspalatus je napisao/la: kako to da takvi njezni ljubitelji zivotinja i svekolike prirode sviraju tako agresivnu glazbu sami metal i punk i hard core
ja sam imal nekakvu predodžbu da su vegići onako učeni (na svim područjima), duhovni ljudi koji teže nečim višim...
(mislim bez uvrede, ne tvrdim ništ...ah bolje da ovo nisam napisal, sad će flejm
nije takva glazba samo razbijanje
kao šta vidiš na ovom spotu. predrasude sigurno misliš da ljudi koji to slušaju smrde
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los fašistosi... joj joj... kako ih mrzim
SOY NOT OI!
zasto sviraju tako agresivnu glazbu? pa eto da vidimo
postoje 2 frakcije u takoj agresivnoj glazbi prva su anarho pank bendovi, a druga su straigt edge bendovi i naravno postoje njihovi mjesanci i jos drugi manje vrijedni (kao los fašistosi)... hehe posto me nista ne kuzite idem objasniti
a) anarho pankeri ili jos nazivani peace punkeri jer je cijeli pokret orijentiran prema anarho pacifizmu (iako nije pravilo). otprilike znate sta je pank, e ti pank bendovi su pjevali o anarhizmu, ali su i bili vegeterijanci. zasto? jer su smatrali da ljudi nisu slobnodni ako nisu i zivotinje. mnogi bendovi su podupirali ALF npr. conflict i mnoge su im pjesme o vegeterijanstvu, protiv lova i ubijanja zivotinja...
b) straight edge bendovi. straight edge je pank filozofija koja je protiv alkohola, droga, cigareta i promiskuitetnog seksa. neki pripadnici (ukljucujuci i mene) su takodjer i vegeterijanci/vegani, odbijaju bolnicke ljekove... neki su cak i hari krisna... hahah! dakle glazba koju oni sviraju je vecinom hardcore punk a u novije vrijeme i metalcore
inace zasto je takva glazba agresivna? zato jer kada si ljut zbog necega, a imas sto reci prebacujes agresivnost iz sebe u glazbu kako bi ljudi osjetili tvoj bijes i tjeskobu... cisto izrazavanje emocija kroz glazbu...
imas sigutno i jazz i blues glazbenika koji ne jedu meso... znam da ima ragge (ali ne slusam rastafarijansku glazbu pa neznam ime tog lika)
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SOY NOT OI!
zasto sviraju tako agresivnu glazbu? pa eto da vidimo
postoje 2 frakcije u takoj agresivnoj glazbi prva su anarho pank bendovi, a druga su straigt edge bendovi i naravno postoje njihovi mjesanci i jos drugi manje vrijedni (kao los fašistosi)... hehe posto me nista ne kuzite idem objasniti
a) anarho pankeri ili jos nazivani peace punkeri jer je cijeli pokret orijentiran prema anarho pacifizmu (iako nije pravilo). otprilike znate sta je pank, e ti pank bendovi su pjevali o anarhizmu, ali su i bili vegeterijanci. zasto? jer su smatrali da ljudi nisu slobnodni ako nisu i zivotinje. mnogi bendovi su podupirali ALF npr. conflict i mnoge su im pjesme o vegeterijanstvu, protiv lova i ubijanja zivotinja...
b) straight edge bendovi. straight edge je pank filozofija koja je protiv alkohola, droga, cigareta i promiskuitetnog seksa. neki pripadnici (ukljucujuci i mene) su takodjer i vegeterijanci/vegani, odbijaju bolnicke ljekove... neki su cak i hari krisna... hahah! dakle glazba koju oni sviraju je vecinom hardcore punk a u novije vrijeme i metalcore
inace zasto je takva glazba agresivna? zato jer kada si ljut zbog necega, a imas sto reci prebacujes agresivnost iz sebe u glazbu kako bi ljudi osjetili tvoj bijes i tjeskobu... cisto izrazavanje emocija kroz glazbu...
imas sigutno i jazz i blues glazbenika koji ne jedu meso... znam da ima ragge (ali ne slusam rastafarijansku glazbu pa neznam ime tog lika)
pozz
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"Blinded By Science" - Flux Of Pink Indians
pussey eyes is not a pretty sight
but to you it is not a high price
to have your hair shiny and bright
to have your eyes stand out like a light
four million animals die in experiments
each year in Britain for what?
so vivisectors can gain praise and a wage
for prodding animals as their bodies distort
don't think by turning your face the other way
all pain and suffering will just go away
eighty-eight percent of your experiments
are done with the use of no anesthetic
but now you've put it's eyes in a bowl
he thinks the animal has been stunned
at the expense of animals' lives
man has tested and discovered new drugs
but has also destroyed animals eyes
just so we can live our convenient lives
it's up to you
if you think man is justified
but just save a thought for the animals
that have died in pain for you
don't think by turning you face the other way
all pain and suffering will just go away
don't be blinded by scientists
like so many animals have been
if you think this cruelty is wrong
protest against it happening
you don't have to use products
that contain animal abuse
there are many many alternatives
go and have a look
don't think by turning your face the other way
all pain and suffering will just go away
"Sick Butchers" - Flux Of Pink Indians
I used to graze in a field,
I used to breathe - I used to be alive
Did chew the grass in the field
Could see and hear the world around me
See and fear man around me
Had a virgin skin but now sold in supermarkets
Now studded blankets
Used to hear the cars and the birds going by
And the people going by, they were my destiny
They were my reason, my purpose in this field
For their plates their cold bodies their car seat covers
My soul for your soles of shoes
You may like my taste you may like my warmth
It may say in the bible that you can kill me
...but I don’t want to die
You try to stroke me in a field then go home
And eat me as your meal
"Meat Means Murder" - Conflict
I'm walking through the grey walkway of the city
And through the brightly lit shops and supermarkets
And I'm walking through the fields of the innocent
Passing by the fairytale farm
Balancing on the brittle edge of a short life
That is ended by the knife
The factory's still churning out, all processed, packed and neat
An obscure butchered substance and the label reads "meat"
Hidden behind false names such as pork, ham, veal and beef
An eye's an eye; a life's a life, the now forgotten belief
Yet, everyday production lines are feeding out this farce
To end up on your table, then shat out of your arse
Yet, still you're queuing, and still you're viewing
Sawing out limbs just right for stewing
Carcasses piled up in a heap
Sort, soft, juicy chunks from freezers deep
Well, can't you see that that juice is blood?
From newborn throats, red rivers flood
Blood from young hearts blood from the vein
Your blood, their blood, serves the same
Now you're at the table, sitting, grinning
Sitting there eating, you never realise the filling
It's served upon a sterile plate, you don't think of the killing
The furthest your brain takes you, "is it for frying or grilling?"
You moan about the seal cull, about the whale slaughter
But does it really matter whether it lives on land or water?
You've never had a fur coat; you think it's cruel to the mink
Well, how about the cow, pig or sheep. Don't they make you think?
Since the day that you were you born, you've never been told the missing link?
As I'm gazing at the baneful products
And from behind the bright colours and false smiles
I can smell the lingering death
And see the decaying skins
Forth from the green grass
The pungent smell of decomposing meat
That penetrates the walls of the kitchen
And from the red lorries on the black
In unison with the red lights and the red juice
Yet, still you're queuing, and still you're viewing
Sawing out limbs just right for stewing
Carcasses piled up in a heap
Sort, soft, juicy chunks from freezers deep
Well, can't you see that that juice is blood?
From newborn throats, red rivers flood
Blood from young hearts blood from the vein
Your blood, their blood, serves the same
The Sunday kitchen spills out the stench of the abattoir
The butcher's blade glistening in the eye of the 'master'
The deadened life of a baby sits upon the plate
The spilt guts falling from the chute to the basting tin
The carcass from the carcrash
In the age of the train-direct from the gates of Sobivor
pussey eyes is not a pretty sight
but to you it is not a high price
to have your hair shiny and bright
to have your eyes stand out like a light
four million animals die in experiments
each year in Britain for what?
so vivisectors can gain praise and a wage
for prodding animals as their bodies distort
don't think by turning your face the other way
all pain and suffering will just go away
eighty-eight percent of your experiments
are done with the use of no anesthetic
but now you've put it's eyes in a bowl
he thinks the animal has been stunned
at the expense of animals' lives
man has tested and discovered new drugs
but has also destroyed animals eyes
just so we can live our convenient lives
it's up to you
if you think man is justified
but just save a thought for the animals
that have died in pain for you
don't think by turning you face the other way
all pain and suffering will just go away
don't be blinded by scientists
like so many animals have been
if you think this cruelty is wrong
protest against it happening
you don't have to use products
that contain animal abuse
there are many many alternatives
go and have a look
don't think by turning your face the other way
all pain and suffering will just go away
"Sick Butchers" - Flux Of Pink Indians
I used to graze in a field,
I used to breathe - I used to be alive
Did chew the grass in the field
Could see and hear the world around me
See and fear man around me
Had a virgin skin but now sold in supermarkets
Now studded blankets
Used to hear the cars and the birds going by
And the people going by, they were my destiny
They were my reason, my purpose in this field
For their plates their cold bodies their car seat covers
My soul for your soles of shoes
You may like my taste you may like my warmth
It may say in the bible that you can kill me
...but I don’t want to die
You try to stroke me in a field then go home
And eat me as your meal
"Meat Means Murder" - Conflict
I'm walking through the grey walkway of the city
And through the brightly lit shops and supermarkets
And I'm walking through the fields of the innocent
Passing by the fairytale farm
Balancing on the brittle edge of a short life
That is ended by the knife
The factory's still churning out, all processed, packed and neat
An obscure butchered substance and the label reads "meat"
Hidden behind false names such as pork, ham, veal and beef
An eye's an eye; a life's a life, the now forgotten belief
Yet, everyday production lines are feeding out this farce
To end up on your table, then shat out of your arse
Yet, still you're queuing, and still you're viewing
Sawing out limbs just right for stewing
Carcasses piled up in a heap
Sort, soft, juicy chunks from freezers deep
Well, can't you see that that juice is blood?
From newborn throats, red rivers flood
Blood from young hearts blood from the vein
Your blood, their blood, serves the same
Now you're at the table, sitting, grinning
Sitting there eating, you never realise the filling
It's served upon a sterile plate, you don't think of the killing
The furthest your brain takes you, "is it for frying or grilling?"
You moan about the seal cull, about the whale slaughter
But does it really matter whether it lives on land or water?
You've never had a fur coat; you think it's cruel to the mink
Well, how about the cow, pig or sheep. Don't they make you think?
Since the day that you were you born, you've never been told the missing link?
As I'm gazing at the baneful products
And from behind the bright colours and false smiles
I can smell the lingering death
And see the decaying skins
Forth from the green grass
The pungent smell of decomposing meat
That penetrates the walls of the kitchen
And from the red lorries on the black
In unison with the red lights and the red juice
Yet, still you're queuing, and still you're viewing
Sawing out limbs just right for stewing
Carcasses piled up in a heap
Sort, soft, juicy chunks from freezers deep
Well, can't you see that that juice is blood?
From newborn throats, red rivers flood
Blood from young hearts blood from the vein
Your blood, their blood, serves the same
The Sunday kitchen spills out the stench of the abattoir
The butcher's blade glistening in the eye of the 'master'
The deadened life of a baby sits upon the plate
The spilt guts falling from the chute to the basting tin
The carcass from the carcrash
In the age of the train-direct from the gates of Sobivor