Finally, after that awkward Beastie Boys attempt, we have a war protest song worthy of putting a PA system on the roof of your car and driving around the neighborhood.
Zack de la Rocha and DJ Shadow conspired to create March of Death, a stirring anthem that ranks with de la Rocha’s best wordsmithing. I downloaded it two hours ago and can’t stop playing it.
here it comes the sound of terror from above
he flex his texas twisted tongue
the poor lined up to kill in desert slums
for oil that burn beneath the desert sun
now we spit flame to flip this game
we are his targets taking aim
we’re the targets taking aim
all his targets are taking aim
With so much democracy to practice and publicizing of democracy to do, I have gotten about 4 hours sleep since Wednesday. This song is performing one vital protest-song function for me–it’s giving me the adrenaline I need to keep going.
If we succeed in shutting down the Oscars here in L.A., our hometown hero Zack may have had a lot to do with it. We’re all going to be dog-tired come Sunday, and it’s our biggest day. I predict this song will be blaring from ghetto blasters and car radios all over Hollywood.
And it’s going to help.