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PROPAGANDA: The Music Video
Youtube / The People's Cube ^ | Mar 26, 2025 | Music & Lyrics: Oleg Atbashian

Posted on 03/27/2025 6:39:39 AM PDT by Heartlander

From The People’s Cube

For anyone still tuning in to the regularly scheduled gaslighting, here’s a video that might crack your screen a little. Brought to you by nobody. Funded by nothing. Approved by no one. Enjoy PROPAGANDA: The Music Video.

Watch:

PROPAGANDA: The Music Video

Lyrics below:

PROPAGANDA

They drop us in the pit, red against blue,
Twistin’ the truth just to split us in two.
Stir up the rage, then sit back and gloat,
Holdin’ the leash while we’re at each other’s throats.

They cut us up in little tribes,
Tellin’ us who to hate and who to idolize.
They spread the disease, then say they’re the cure,
Blamin’ the others for keepin’ us poor.

I don’t trust the faces talkin’ at me,
Lit up like saints on a high-def screen.
Hollywood paints it, the newsman confirms,
But I see the cracks where the images blur.

I see cracks in the screen, lines runnin’ wild,
A hole in the dream they fed to the child.
The picture is shifting, but I ain't blind,
I watch for the cracks they don’t want me to find.

One day it’s this, the next day it’s that,
They flip the truth like a card from the stack.
You best not recall what you once thought was true,
Just hold up a sign they gave to you.

We call the other side sheep, claim we’re awake,
We spit out the lines we believe are not fake.
Big words and big rage, but it’s all the same song,
Ain’t much of a rebel when you just sing along.

They lie ‘bout the war, they lie ‘bout the peace,
They lie ‘bout the hand that’s pulling the strings.
They lie ‘bout our neighbors, lie ‘bout our friends,
Rob you blind, then do it again.

I don’t trust the faces talkin’ at me,
Lit up like saints on a high-def screen.
Hollywood paints it, the newsman confirms,
But I see the cracks where the images blur.

I see cracks in the screen, lines runnin’ wild,
A hole in the dream they fed to the child.
The picture is shifting, but I ain't blind,
I watch for the cracks they don’t want me to find.

I trust what I see when it stands in the sun,
I trust what I hear when the noise is gone.
Don’t need no preacher on a newsman’s chair,
Just give me the truth, if there’s any left there.


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1 posted on 03/27/2025 6:39:39 AM PDT by Heartlander
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To: Heartlander

This is GOOD


2 posted on 03/27/2025 6:57:52 AM PDT by HombreSecreto (The life of a repo man is always intense)
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To: Heartlander

Yup, that was worth a listen.


3 posted on 03/27/2025 7:03:58 AM PDT by NurdlyPeon (It is the nature of liberals to pervert whatever they touch.)
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To: Heartlander

I learned a long time ago that the secret to a successful popular song is just a couple of verses and a repeated chorus. And a bridge.

With rare exceptions.


4 posted on 03/27/2025 8:38:43 AM PDT by cuban leaf (2024 is going to be one for the history books, like 1939. And 2025 will be more so, like 1940-1945.)
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To: Heartlander

Musicianship is pretty good.


5 posted on 03/27/2025 8:40:39 AM PDT by cuban leaf (2024 is going to be one for the history books, like 1939. And 2025 will be more so, like 1940-1945.)
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