Linkin Park - Minutes To Midnight

It's music recomendation time again! You've gotta check out Linkin Park's new album. It's got a different sound from the first two albums but it's a feeling of 'we've grown up and this is what we are now'.

One of the songs is called 'Hands Held High' and I played it over and over on the way to work this morning and, I have to admit, it put a bit of a lump in my throat. Here are the lyrics:

Turn my mic up louder,

I got to say somethin.

Lightweights steppin' aside,

when we comin.

Feel it in your chest,

the syllables get pumpin.

People on the street,

they panic and start running.

Words on loose leaf,

sheet complete coming.

I jump on my mind,

I summon the rhyme of dumping.

Feeling the blind,

I promise to let the sun in.

Sick of the dark ways,

we march to the drumming.

Jump when they tell usthey want to see jumping.

Fuck that, I want to see some fist pumping.

Risk something.

Take back what's yours

Say something that you know

they might attack you for

cause I'm sick of being treated

like I have before.

Like it's stupid standing for

what I'm standing for.

Like this war is really just

a different brand of war.

Like it doesn't cater to the rich

and an abandoned the poor.

Like they understand you

in the back of the jet,

When you can't put gas in your tank.

These fuckers are laughing their way

to the bank and cashing their cheque

asking you to have compassion and to have some respect.

For a leader so nervous

in an obvious way

Stuttering and mumbling

for nightly news to replay

and the rest of the world

watching at the end of the day

in the living room laughing

like what did he say?

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

In my living room watching,

But I am not laughing.

'Cause when it gets tense,

I know what might happen.

The world is cold,

The bold men take action.

Have to react,

To getting blown into fractions.

10 years old is something to see,

Another kid my age dragged under a jeep,

Taken and bound and found later under a tree,

I wonder if he even thought the next one could be me.

Do you see?

The soldiers that are out today.

That brush the dust with bulletproof vests away.

It's ironic.

At times like this you pray,

But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.

There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads,

inside your markets,your shops, your clothes,

My dad, he's got a lot of fear I know

but enough pride inside not to let that show.

My brother had a book he would hold with pride

A little red cover with a broken spine.

In the back he hand wrote a quote inside,

when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die.

Meanwhile, the leader just talks away

Stuttering and mumbling

for nightly news to replay

and the rest of the world

watching at the end of the day

both scared and angry

like what did he say?

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.

With Hands Held High

into a sky so blue

the ocean opens upto swallow you.

With Hands Held High

into a sky so blue

the ocean opens upto swallow you.

With Hands Held High

into a sky so blue

the ocean opens upto swallow you.

With Hands Held High

into a sky so blue

the ocean opens up to swallow you.

With Hands Held High

into a sky so blue

the ocean opens upto swallow you.

With Hands Held High

into a sky so blue

the ocean opens upto swallow you.