Alex Punx | CONFLICT –Meat Means Murder– (Live, Los Ángeles, CA, 1985) @AlexPunx | Uploaded September 2021 | Updated October 2024, 14 hours ago.
Live at the Olympic Auditorium in Los Ángeles 9th August 1985 during the Nagasaki Nightmare Festival.
Dos años antes de que The Smiths lanzara "Meat is Murder", la banda británica de anarco-punk Conflict lanzó el clásico "Meat Means Murder" (Carne Significa Asesinato), que es una crítica directa al consumo de carne y la explotación animal. La canción forma parte del disco “It's Time to See Who's Who”, lanzado en Londres en marzo de 1983, y que en ese momento se convirtió en un referente del movimiento de liberación animal en Inglaterra.
En una entrevista con Pete Woods de Ave Noctum, publicada el 5 de diciembre de 2013, el vocalista y miembro fundador de Conflict, Colin Jerwood, dijo que al principio la idea era simplemente formar una banda sin pretensiones. Sin embargo, con el tiempo, se sorprendieron por el impacto que sus canciones tuvieron entre los activistas por los derechos de los animales. “En realidad, nunca imaginé que estas palabras que escribí tendrían tal impacto e inspirarían a tanta gente”, dijo.
Artículo completo aquí:
davidarioch.com/tag/meat-means-murder
Conflict "Meat Means Murder"
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 Sobibor.
mortarhatesales.com/products
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Algunas páginas web de interés sobre Acción Directa por la Liberación Animal.
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#AnimalLiberation #LiberaciónAnimal #AnarchoPunk
Live at the Olympic Auditorium in Los Ángeles 9th August 1985 during the Nagasaki Nightmare Festival.
Dos años antes de que The Smiths lanzara "Meat is Murder", la banda británica de anarco-punk Conflict lanzó el clásico "Meat Means Murder" (Carne Significa Asesinato), que es una crítica directa al consumo de carne y la explotación animal. La canción forma parte del disco “It's Time to See Who's Who”, lanzado en Londres en marzo de 1983, y que en ese momento se convirtió en un referente del movimiento de liberación animal en Inglaterra.
En una entrevista con Pete Woods de Ave Noctum, publicada el 5 de diciembre de 2013, el vocalista y miembro fundador de Conflict, Colin Jerwood, dijo que al principio la idea era simplemente formar una banda sin pretensiones. Sin embargo, con el tiempo, se sorprendieron por el impacto que sus canciones tuvieron entre los activistas por los derechos de los animales. “En realidad, nunca imaginé que estas palabras que escribí tendrían tal impacto e inspirarían a tanta gente”, dijo.
Artículo completo aquí:
davidarioch.com/tag/meat-means-murder
Conflict "Meat Means Murder"
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 Sobibor.
mortarhatesales.com/products
Support The Animal Liberation Front
Algunas páginas web de interés sobre Acción Directa por la Liberación Animal.
frentedeliberacionanimal.noblogs.org
directaction.info
https://unoffensiveanimal.is/category/hit-report/
directactioneverywhere.com
animalliberationpressoffice.org/NAALPO
#AnimalLiberation #LiberaciónAnimal #AnarchoPunk
