‘Multiracial whiteness’ is the latest attention-seeking attempt by patronising white liberals to explain racism to black people

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The Washington Post’s effort to ‘make sense’ of the existence of black Trump supporters is just more specious nonsense that compounds the insulting myth that black people can only be defined by their relationship to ‘whiteness’.

IT’S TOUGH being a black reactionary these days. Not that I am one. But I almost feel sorry for anyone who is. Almost.

Take African-American social commentator, right-wing poster chick and Trump fangirl Candace Owens. She’s been lambasted by black radicals and white liberals alike for going MIA ever since Donald lost his marbles – sorry, the election. The suspicion is that Trump’s impeachable role in the Capitol “coup attempt” has shamed Owens into silence. Never mind that her absence may have something to do with the fact she’s about to give birth – she’s a Trumpster and she’s married to a white man for Christ’s sake. So she’s ‘obviously’ a sell out!

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Cut to Britain, and Tory Business Secretary Kwasi Kwarteng.

In the UK, where contrarianism and ass-about-face thinking reigns supreme, being an old Etonian, a Cambridge grad (he got a double first in classics and history) and a cabinet minister makes Kwarteng, ironically, a failure in the eyes of the Left. In fact, he’s held in such contempt by ‘progressives’ that he’s been called a “house slave” by their ‘house poet’, Benjamin Zephaniah, a Rastafarian scribe who noisily declined an OBE, which, in the general scheme of radicalism, is about as edgy as ordering salad instead of chips.

Clutching his dog whistle, former Labour leader Ed Miliband this week accused Kwarteng of “taking a wrecking ball to the hard-won rights of working people and families.” In extended code, “working people” of course means “white people.” The implication is: ‘Here’s a posh black man with a funny name who speaks with an orange in his gob; he’s not like you; he’s not like us. Loser.’

Campaigning last May, Uncle Joe Biden eschewed a dog whistle and went full trombone. During a tense radio interview with African-American radio host Charlamagne tha God, the future president remarked: “Well I tell you what, if you have a problem figuring out whether you’re for me or Trump, then you ain’t black.”

As my 14-year-old would say: “Black people got told.”

While Biden took some heat for this ‘gaffe’, it did make me chuckle, reminiscent as it was of Michael Rapaport’s ‘wigger’ TV executive, Thomas Dunwitty in Spike Lee’s satire Bamboozled.

‘Whitesplaining’ to his subordinate – producer, Harvard graduate and ‘sell-out’ Pierre Delacroix (played by Daman Wayans) – Dunwitty exclaims that his underling’s black shows are “too white,” before adding: “I have a black wife and two biracial kids. Brother man – I’m blacker than you!”

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Whether it’s whitesplaining, cultural appropriation or simply putting us in chains, whites ‘owning’ blacks – literally and metaphorically – is nothing new. Call it ‘white privilege’, ‘entitlement’ or just plain old racism, 213 years on from the Abolition of the Slave Trade Act in Britain and 158 years after Abraham Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation, white people are still lecturing black people on what’s good for us.

Which leads us to this week’s hip new whitesplaining mind dump – the theory of “multiracial whiteness.”

Multiracial whiteness, as posited by New York University’s “associate professor of social and cultural analysis,” Cristina Beltrán, assumes that “a few” African-American or Latinos were among the estimated 3,000-20,000 yobbos who overran the Capitol. As such, they have bought into “the promise that they, too, can lay claim to the politics of aggression, exclusion and domination.”

Writing in the Washington Post, Professor Beltrán says, “One of the organizers of the ‘Stop the Steal’ movement is Ali Alexander, a Trump supporter who identifies as Black and Arab. The chairman of the neo-fascist Proud Boys is Enrique Tarrio, a Latino raised in Miami’s Little Havana who identifies as Afro-Cuban; when he arrived in Washington for the Jan. 6 march, he was arrested for allegedly burning a Black Lives Matter banner taken from a Black church the month before.”

So far, so intriguing.

But in her attempt to whitesplain why this observable yet uninterrogated minority of blacks and Latinos have joined the outer branches of America’s right-wing cuckoo’s nest, Professor Beltrán’s argument betrays a liberal obsession with whitesplaining racism, which is dangerously close to a social scientific racism in itself. Her theory, however, is just that – a theory. Having neither interviewed Alexander nor Tarrio, or reported any psychological account of their complex backgrounds, Ms Beltrán has no idea who these people really are, what motivates them, what others think of them, and so on. Academically, her argument is not only speculative, given the lack of any supporting literature, it’s also specious.

For one, the “discriminatory worldview” she ascribes to her subjects, along with the desire to “engage in the wild freedom of unbridled rage and conspiracy theories” and indulge in the “politics of exclusion, violence and demonization” suggests a tiny minority who, at best, are suffering from Stockholm syndrome, and at worst, are the sort of mindless hooligans I’ve witnessed during 40 years of watching English football. The only difference is these idiots have guns. And bigger flags.

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The Capitol insurrection Beltrán describes can be seen through a racial lens insofar as America, period, can be seen through one. Having sacrificed 600,000-850,000 lives to the American Civil War – a war predicated on the still unprosecuted crime against humanity known as ‘slavery’ and the genocide of untold and obscene numbers of Native Americans – the US lives in the constant shadow of race. But it seems like a stretch to suggest that, by Prof. Beltrán’s own admission, the miniscule number of Trump’s contentious 12 percent of the black vote who are extremists are anything other than a deeply troubled tiny minority of reactionary voters, especially as numerous Republican candidates have performed better than Trump among black voters over the last century. Richard Nixon received 15 percent of the vote in 1968, Gerald Ford got 17 percent in 1976 and Ronald Reagan won 14 percent in 1980.

As 44-year-old Republican voter Wayne Bradley from Southfield, Michigan told USA Today, black Trump supporters “often look at issues such as gun control, judicial appointees, personal wealth and anti-abortion sentiment when casting their ballots.”

When asked how he could overlook Trump’s racist rhetoric, Bradley said: “As a Black man I’m not comfortable with that, but I’m a results-orientated kind of person. If you’re providing opportunities to people, I’m OK with that. I can live with talk. I need to see action. And the action and the results were speaking for itself. If it wasn’t for COVID, I think he would have won again.”

The folly of whitesplaining, and now multiracial whiteness, is the supercilious way it leads all roads back to a self-aggrandising, bourgeois, Eurocentric starting point. The idea that black people can be ill-informed, batty, middle of the road, mediocre or, as in the case of Mr Bradley, pragmatic – on our own terms – is high treason to a white liberal hegemony whose narrative of the black experience is solely defined by our relationship to whiteness. Even the notion of ‘white supremacy’ is really about ‘white attention seeking’.

Most black people, Candace Owens included, have more important things to think about than a bunch of homoerotic Proud Boys, GI Joe clones and lumberjack loons going buck wild because The Donald isn’t on TV anymore. So, before the liberal intelligentsia starts channelling multiracial whiteness as a way to create yet another race myth, it’d do well to check its privilege and feel the pain of a genuine black reactionary:

“Black isn’t what I’m trying to be, it’s what I am. I’m running the same race and jumping the same hurdles so why are you tripping me up? You said we need to stick together, but you don’t even know what that means. If you ask me, you’re the real sell-out.”

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Why is the Labour Party so enthusiastic about Covid-19 lockdowns when they are so destructive to our poorest communities?

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Rather than questioning Tory lockdowns, Sir Keir Starmer’s party, and the wider British left, have only ever called for them to be harder, faster and longer despite the havoc they wreak on those they claim to represent.

Whenever Home Secretary Priti Patel is wheeled out to lead the daily government briefing we know we have done something wrong and something rotten is about to be rolled out. So from this week, thanks to our collective bad behaviour, £800 fines will be issued to those attending house parties of 15 or more people. This is the latest punishment the government has added to its stick and stick approach to enforcing the lockdown.

All this at a time when the working class are having literally the worst times of our lives. There is no ‘good lockdown’ for working class people who are more likely to be redundant or on furlough, living in cramped, crowded conditions, and whose children are struggling and falling behind at school. Another threat to frighten people with is not the answer.

In my other role as academic researcher and sociologist I have been interested in the historical context of impinging civil and human rights in times of crisis. I came across an academic article from 2013 in the journal ‘Emerging Infectious disease’. The author,  Eugenia Tognotti, looks back to the plague of the 1400s and outlines the use of quarantine and other measures for controlling epidemic diseases. She notes they have always been controversial because such strategies raise political, ethical, and socioeconomic issues requiring careful balance between public interest and individual rights.

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Quarantine (from the Italian “quaranta,” meaning 40) was adopted as an obligatory means of separating persons, animals, and goods that may have been exposed to a contagious disease. ‘Quarantine’ laws since the 1400s have been well documented and, in some countries, have been used to suspend personal liberty and even provided the opportunity to stop political opposition. For example, the increasing use of quarantine and isolation conflicted with citizens’ rights and contributed to the growing sentiments of frustration fostered by the French Revolution of 1789.

In England, liberal reformers contested both quarantine and compulsory vaccination against smallpox. Social and political tensions created an explosive mixture, culminating in popular rebellions and uprisings, a phenomenon that affected numerous European countries. I fear in the 2020s that ‘quarantina’ will be used by politicians worldwide to create an authoritarian consensus between once opposing political parties to rule together and share power indefinitely.

Our current problems are not new, but what I do find unusual and worrying is the lack of any opposing voice. Over the last year, the Covid-19 pandemic and the subsequent measures to control it, have infringed seriously on our human and civil rights particularly within those communities that were already under state scrutiny because of their colour, their community, and their class.

In the last year we have had testimony from those communities and also hard evidence from the data collected on unemployment figures, health outcomes, and also what is happening to working class children’s education from organisations such as the Institute for Fiscal Studies, the Joseph Rowntree Foundation and the Resolution Foundation. Even the Government is acknowledging the stark inequalities that Covid has exposed. We know that working class communities rely heavily on public services. Even before the pandemic these had been diminished by austerity, but post-Covid they have disappeared completely.

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For working class families the local schools have always acted as much more than places of learning, they are community hubs where gossip is swapped at the school gate, where friendships are made, where people regularly see each other and note one another’s well-being. Schools offer a warm meal daily, and childcare that working class parents desperately need.

The lockdowns have crashed into these communities like a tsunami – and it will not be until the tidal wave has gone that we will see the full extent of the damage it has caused. I am therefore puzzled by those on the political left and centre left evangelical support for keeping people locked down. They are standing aside and almost cheering as civil rights are being burned in front of them. The Labour Party, and Labour councils all over the country have enforced lockdowns with an almost religious zeal. Not a week goes by without the Labour leader, Sir Keir Starmer, calling for stricter lockdown measures. Of course we need to keep people safe and we need to ensure the NHS does not get overwhelmed, but I have seen a complete lack of understanding as to why the poorest communities have struggled to cope in lockdown.

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My puzzlement extends to the wider left, who again are constantly calling for more and more authoritarian lockdown measures and curbs on people’s rights. The police have been given increased powers to stop, question, fine, and arrest the British public and yet there has been complete silence from the Labour Party and the British left. Policing has become so much more visible in our towns and cities, and of course those most likely to be stopped, questioned and searched are younger working class people, especially black and other minority groups. I would have thought this fact alone would cause some sections of the left to raise an eyebrow but it seems they are unconcerned about the growing authoritarianism being imposed during the pandemic. We will have to fight hard to reclaim these rights once this disease has abated. 

So why are the Labour Party and the wider left showing no concern and no compassion over the consequences of the lockdown measures or the restriction on civil rights especially on the poorest communities? There have been noises about universal credit, and free school meals from the Labour benches – but no action, no solidarity and absolutely no understanding of why working class people in the UK may struggle with lockdown.

My argument is that the Labour Party and the wider left over the last 40 years have ditched their concerns for the working class and in fact have become a party for the middle class and by the middle class. In November 2020 former MP for Ashfield, the constituency where I grew up in Nottinghamshire, Gloria De Piero, warned her party that they had all but lost the working class vote. Her 8,820 majority at the 2015 general election fell to just 441 in 2017. Then in 2019, her former office manager, Lee Anderson, defected to the Conservatives and took the seat with a 5,733 majority. 

A 2017 survey found that 77 percent of Labour Party members fell within the ABC1 social classes. Where is the left, where is the Labour party? Who is speaking up for and understanding the real pain that is in our working class communities? The anguish and the struggles that working class families are undertaking in trying to stay safe and alive have been forgotten. 

I do not say this lightly but I believe our class system is so entrenched and toxic that the middle class – the politicians and the media that report from Westminster – think of the British working class as children who need to be cajoled, fooled and punished into taking their medicine. The Labour Party and the British left can never achieve power or a coherent movement without the working class – and they can never do this while they treat them with such obvious contempt.

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Tony Carreira – Sonhador, Sonhador Lyrics

[Verso 1]
Podes dizer podes chamar-me assim
Um sonhador que adormece sem ti
Pois não faz mal, cá vou andando
Perco a viver, mas sempre ganho sonhando

Podes-te rir e espalhar meu fracasso
Virar a cara quando por ti eu passo
Nada me faz, sabes porquê?
Fecho os meus olhos e és minha outra vez

[Refrar]
Sonhador, sonhador mas ao menos a sonhar
Tenho amor, tenho amor que não tenho ao acordar
Sonhador, sonhador não me importa ser chamado
Se tenho amor, tenho amor que já não tenho acordado

[Verso 2]
Podes falar que já nada me dói
Porque a sonhar volto a ser um herói
E volto a ter tudo o que é teu
Pois nos meus sonhos quem manda sou eu

[Refrão]
Sonhador, sonhador mas ao menos a sonhar
Tenho amor, tenho amor que não tenho ao acordar
Sonhador, sonhador não me importa ser chamado

Se tenho amor, tenho amor que já não tenho acordado
Sonhador, sonhador mas ao menos a sonhar
Tenho amor, tenho amor que não tenho ao acordar
Sonhador, sonhador não me importa ser chamado
Se tenho amor, tenho amor que já não tenho acordado

[Instrumental]

[Ponte]
Podes falar nada me dói
Porque a sonhar volto a ser um herói

[Refrão]
Sonhador, sonhador mas ao menos a sonhar
Tenho amor, tenho amor que não tenho ao acordar
Sonhador, sonhador não me importa ser chamado
Se tenho amor, tenho amor que já não tenho acordado

Sonhador, sonhador mas ao menos a sonhar
Tenho amor, tenho amor que não tenho ao acordar
Sonhador, sonhador não me importa ser chamado
Se tenho amor, tenho amor que já não tenho acordado

For King & Country – Little Drummer Boy Lyrics

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum
When we come

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum

Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum
On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum

Roc Marciano – Shower Posse Lyrics (feat. Knowledge The Pirate)

*Dialogue*
You wanna do a job for me?
Need me to pull the trigger huh? Who is it?
The gang who took over your position
So why don't you do it with your own men?
Because I need professionals for a job like this
Real professionals
So what does it pay?

[Roc Marciano]
Distill ill like the slums in Brazil
It's kill or be killed out in the field
I used to sling krill's
Still grip steel, steer the wood wheel
It's a good feel, blow a kush field
With bitches that cook meals
Click heels, strictly big bills
Bitch I'm a big deal
It's a bitter pill to swallow
Shoes Ferragamo
Alpha Romeo Milano
Crack be selling out the bottle
Hang at the Apollo
Like a Picasso
f*ck the cops yo
In this, listen this
Either get hit or come the end list
Leave you limbless, the room's dim lit
Nigga we live this
The kid is sending shots where your lid is
Any nigga can get it
The Benz is kitted
'Lo sweaters knitted
Cantaloupe splitted nigga
[Knowledge the Pirate]
I'm from the blocks where Gimmy got shot
Jimmy got knocked when they found the bodies in the vacant lot
Last night Bajans ran in the Jamaican spot
Eyes gazing', hand shaking
Now the Bajans at war with the Jamaicans
4 or 5 days, 4 or 5 lives been taken
Niggas murder like they worshipping Satan
They kidnapping and decapitated his body in the basement
Listen, they knew what they was doing
Soon as the beef start brewing
Two shooters from out of town flew in
Unfamiliar faces, nobody in the hood knew 'em
Therefore it made it easy to get to 'em

Son got complacent, until that gunfire pursued him
Now his whole empire is ruined
Niggas took over his block, stopped his movement
This is real life true shit

[Roc Marciano]
Yo
I hold a .38 like Vivian Blake
Slinging weight, sit on a milk crate
Silk pillow case, three hundred long up in the suitcase
Yellow Rolly with the blue face
My shoe taste taste like blue grapes
Put something nice together for you
Make it nice, pleasurable
My schedule inaccessible
Live on a vessel
Nestle, two birds left it's a Heckle and Jeckle
I'm nothing like the rest, I'm special
I'm holdin' a tec, you're talkin' bout "Yo, let's wrestle"
Address you, then undress you from your derby to your dress shoe
I more than thoroughly impress you
You're left naked in a cesspool
I'm laid up in the bedroom with a sex tool
Lips celestial turn skeletal
Like fiends, I pedal too
Headshots from metal blew
I make green like yellow and blue
40 below, rock an elephant boot
Do it better than you
Niggas is jealous, I'm just telling' the truth
[Knowledge the Pirate]
The lifestyle of the movers and shakers
A mansion with a pool, a mule with 40 acres
So many dream of this life but only a few will make it
The rest get left outdoors hungry and naked
Drug busters, murder cases
Secret indictments, kingpins going broke from high coke prices
One love to all of my lifers
And peace to the Gods that's building in the cyphers
Peace God

Gianmaria Testa – Habanera Lyrics

Quante vite hai?
Te ne ho trovata una che non andava e l'ho nascosta
Così che nessuno abbia mai niente
Niente da ridire su di noi
Quante vite hai
Da regalarti così al primo, al primo ch'é venuto
All'ultimo arrivato, a questo sogno stonato
Che ti ha portata via

Quante vite hai?
É tanto tempo che ti aspetto, non arrivavi mai
E non ricordo più se sei tu che sei venuta o sono io
Valigia vuota e troppe cose da vedere

Le braccia aperte e gli occhi no

Quante vite hai
E quanta strada, fatta di notte senza lampioni
A rotoloni
Quante vite hai
Fra quelle dita, una ti sfugge e la rincorri
É già passata

Quante vite hai?
Magari domani sorridendo mi racconterai
Non é mai stato vero niente io sono io
Valigia piena e poche cose da vedere
Con gli occhi aperti, le braccia no

Tony Carreira – Cantor De Sonhos (Piano E Voz) Lyrics

[Verso 1]
É mais um de tantos dias
Em que choro o teu adeus
Em que invento melodias
P´ra lembrar quem me esqueceu
É mais uma dessas noites
Em que finjo ser feliz
Imagino que não foste
E como em sonho, estás aqui

[Refrão 1]
É assim, a minha vida
É assim, o cinzento não mudou
Desde que te foste embora
Canto p´ra esquecer
Até vivo por viver
Se vivo eu estou

[Refrão 2]
Pobre cantor de sonhos
Bom sonhador
Com olhos risonhos
Mas alma com dor
Pobre cantor de sonhos
Que faz sonhar
Que esconde o seu choro
E acaba sozinho, a chorar

[Verso 2]
É mais um de tantos dias
Em que as mágoas são iguais
Em que vivo fantasias
Nas canções e nada mais
É mais uma dessas noites
Em que sou aquele actor

Que faz do amargo, doce
E do desgosto, um mal menor

[Refrão 1]
É assim, a minha vida
É assim, o cinzento não mudou
Desde que te foste embora
Canto p´ra esquecer
Até vivo por viver
Se vivo eu estou

[Refrão 2]
Pobre cantor de sonhos
Bom sonhador
Com olhos risonhos
Mas alma com dor
Pobre cantor de sonhos
Que faz sonhar
Que esconde o seu choro
E acaba sozinho, a chorar

[Instrumental]

[Ponte]
Pobre cantor de sonhos
Bom sonhador
Com olhos risonhos
Mas alma com dor

[Refrão 2]
Pobre cantor de sonhos
Bom sonhador
Com olhos risonhos
Mas alma com dor
Pobre cantor de sonhos
Que faz sonhar
Que esconde o seu choro
E acaba sozinho, a chorar

Roc Marciano – Velvet Cape Lyrics (feat. Action Bronson & Meyhem Lauren)

[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Light my blunt, you f*cking whore
Yeah, that’s what the f*ck I’m talking about
Nigga’s got game, it’s a muthaf*cking shame
Make you want to grab the pump shotty and aim
One in the brain, uh yeah, one in the brain
Check it, yeah, uhh
Nigga’s got game, it’s a muthaf*cking shame
Grab the pump shotty and aim

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
When you see me with that mask
It ain’t for hockey, black
Used to play the lobby with crack
Wally’s is black
Pontiac’s quality rap
Tapping punani from the back off the Yak
My bitch is built like a yak
My kick’s is a rack
Open your chicken wrap
Wings on the pigeon flap
Still rock fisherman hats with the slacks
You’re listening to facts
Nothing false
My heart won’t defrost
Send shots back and forth
Serve soft, ho circle us all
Dipped in velour
Kiss the gift horse (muah)
A eighth off the bricks chipped off (break ’em off)
Rose gold links from Panama
Tan lines from camel rides
Smooth like the Phantom glides
Fly eyewear, diamonds is rare
Fresh out of Zaire
I’m on a higher tier
Dry your tear
Pop guns by the pair
One in the trunk, call that a spare
Lift you in the air
Ligaments tear
Yeah

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
My mind is different though
Just lift your chain over your neck
Don’t make it difficult
These choices I make
No need for explanation
Exceeding expectations
I’m like a surgeon deal with daily operations-

Of the life we live
Green drugs rolled up in paper
A very subtle Meyer lemon sauce
Sicilian capers
Moroccan razors
Cause life is all about a balance
Good come with the bad
The plain comes with the palette
It could get violent
Send your body to the stylist
I stand alone
You cats be wildin’ like I’m Irish
Protection from the virus, “Magic” J
Homies pass away
I’m living life until that tragic day
Dip in 635, CSI, Gil Grissom eyes
We only smoke it if it’s crystallized
The drugs are hidden by a pigeon in her tits and thighs
My pockets never minimize
Whipping a cinnamon ride

[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]
This crime saga rap
Twist the Goldschläger cap
Waves under my stocking cap
Queens shit, we started that
East Coast artifact
Never artificial
Fly lecture architecture
Boxcutters will kiss you
Shotgun shells will massage you
Type of affection that’ll make your friends dodge you
It’s all love though
Even in times of war
I’ll beat the p*ssy up
And make vaginas raw
Wait a designer whore
They come back like china raw
Fly, f*ck a tie
Only suit I’m rocking is velour
Got Benz money but look better in a Cadillac
Timepieces, rhyme, pieces
Victim of my habitat
Divine status, I’m already known for having that
Dead a tan linguine nowadays because I rather black
And f*ck marinara, I like my gravy hotter
We keeps it spicy so I order it arrabiata

For King & Country – Heavenly Hosts Lyrics

[Verse 1: Luke Smallbone]
My world’s standin’ still
On this moonlit hill
Alone
The stars fill my eyes
A strange and beautiful sight
O-oh

[Pre-Chorus: Joel Smallbone & Luke Smallbone, Luke Smallbone]
Then voices singin’ in the sky
Callin’ through the silent night
Bring me to my knees

[Chorus: Joel Smallbone & Luke Smallbone, Luke Smallbone]
Heavenly hosts cry “Glory, glory”
For the Lord is with us
Let all the Earth shout “Worthy, worthy”
Love has come to save us
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy

[Verse 2: Joel Smallbone, with Luke Smallbone]
How could this little child
So humble, meek and mild
Come and save me?
And mend my heart and soul
The angels seem to know
Hear them singin’ on and on, yeah

[Chorus: Joel Smallbone & Luke Smallbone]
Heavenly hosts cry “Glory, glory”
For the Lord is with us
Let all the Earth shout “Worthy, worthy”
Love has come to save us
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy (Let ’em sing)
Holy, holy, holy
Love has come to save us

[Bridge: Luke Smallbone, with Joel Smallbone & Choir]
Allelu… alleluia
Allelu… alleluia
Allelu… alleluia (Let ’em sing)
Allelu… alleluia

[Chorus: Joel Smallbone, Luke Smallbone, Both]
Heavenly hosts cry “Glory, glory”
For the Lord is with us
Let all the Earth shout “Worthy, worthy”
Love has come to save us
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
Love has come to save me

Eliza & The Delusionals – Salt Lyrics

When you're done figuring yourself out
Maybe then I'll be myself again
I'm still looking for my mind
I'm still here
But only half alive
I'm still here
And you still occupy my mind

I'll be your anything
I'll be your anyone
I'll be your anything
I'll be your anyone

I know you like I know myself
A heart bigger than your body
So your chest is filled with angst
I'm still here (Holding on)
But in a state of mind (Just holding on)
I'm still here (Holding on)

And you still occupy my mind

I'll be your anything
I'll be your anyone
I'll be your anything
I'll be your anyone
You've got it all
And you've got it all wrong
You've got it all
And you've got it all wrong

Holding on
Just holding on
Holding on

I'll be your anything
I'll be your anyone
I'll be your anything
I'll be your anyone
I'll be your anything
I'll be your anyone
I'll be your anything
I'll be your anyone

Totalselfhatred – Nyctophilia Lyrics

Drown me –
Where our souls wander
Rape me –
Till our minds depart
Hope it would be better than this
Never ending distress

Still nothing lasts forever…

A thought, of comfort and depression
Watching the flower wither
After starting to bloom

Darkness
Nyctophilia

Randy Rogers Band – I’ll Never Get Over You Lyrics

Yeah I’ll still be sitting right here
Thinking ’bout you, drinking this beer
Wishing I’d done everything right
Hoping you’ll come back to me one night
I’ll never get over you

You’ll do whatever you want to
You’ll make a million friends
You’ll get wherever you’re going to
Yeah you’ll fall in love again

But I’ll still be sitting right here
Thinking ’bout you, drinking this beer
Wishing I’d done everything right
Hoping you’ll come back to me one night
I’ll never get over you

Dreaming that’s what I’m doing
Wasting all of my time
Oh but it don’t matter once you ruin
The best thing you’re ever gonna find

So I’ll still be sitting right here

Thinking ’bout you, drinking this beer
Wishing I’d done everything right
Hoping you’ll come walking in one night
I’ll never get over you
I’ll never get over you

As long as I live I’ll never up
Thinking I can win back your love

I’ll still be sitting right here
Thinking ’bout you, drinking this beer
Wishing I’d done everything right
Hoping you’ll come back to me one night
I’ll never get over you

I’ll still be sitting right here
Thinking ’bout you, drinking this beer
Wishing I’d done everything right
Hoping you’ll come back to me one night
I’ll never get over you
No, I’ll never get over you

Swv – Still Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Boy, it’s so crazy now
How I feel about ya
I can’t imagine how
Life would be without ya
No words can explain
The love I have for you
And that’s the truth

[Pre-Chorus]
I knew back then
You could be the one
Like my best friend, boy
We had so much fun
And I’m so glad
That you’re my guy
And we gave love a try
It’s real
I hope you know
I’m still

[Chorus]
I’m still into you
(I’m still)
Still into you
‘Cause you can make
My dreams come true
I don’t know what you do
‘Cause, baby, I’m still into you
(And I)
And I want you to know
The deal
I’m still, I’m still, I’m still
[Verse 2]
I lose all control
Whenever we’re alone
In my heart
I count the seconds
Until you get home
I can’t explain how I feel
But without a question
You still
Sending chills down my spine
Like the first time

[Pre-Chorus]
I knew back then
You could be the one
Like my best friend, boy
We had so much fun
Now I’m so glad
That you’re my guy

And we gave love a try
It’s real
I hope you know
I’m still

[Chorus]
I’m still into you
(I’m still)
I’m still into you
‘Cause you can make
My dreams come true
(Oh yeah)
I don’t know what you do
‘Cause, baby, I’m still into you
(And I)
And I want you to know
(I want you to know)
The deal
I’m still (I’m still)
I’m still into you
I’m still into you
[Bridge]
‘Cause you can make
(Hey)
My dreams come true
(I’m still into you)
I don’t know what you do
I’m still into you
(Oh, hey)
(I don’t know what you do)
And I want you to know
The deal
(A yeah)
I’m still, I’m still, I’m still
I’m still into you
Baby, baby, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m still into you
(I’m still into you)
Baby, I’m into you
And I don’t know what to do
I’m still into you
(I’m still into you)
(Ho, ooh)
(Hey, yeah)
I’m still
I’m still
I’m still

Highsnob – Yin & Yang Lyrics

[Testo di "Yin & Yang"]

[Intro]
Sono Michele Matera
Ma tutti mi chiamano Highsnob

[Strofa 1]
Vieni con me a Parigi e balla questo tango
Ho il cuore di cristallo dentro ad un orango
Labbra al gusto di ciliega, plastica ed asfalto
In testa c'è uno scivolo e io cado giù
Ho spacciato per avere le mie scarpe di Foot Locker
Scavallo il portafogli, compro mille Shocks nuove
"Che cos'è l'amore?" ho chiesto a Capossela
Il mio cuore è una favela e crolla quando piove
Nuvole di cemento, le gocce nel bicchiere dicono che sono stanco, ma non me la bevo
Nel senso non ci credo e resto dentro un baluardo
Le bombe fan paura poco quando scoppian dentro
E mi vorresti più contento tu, haha
Ti sorrido e ti accontento, se sto zitto mi lamento
Ho fatto passi falsi e pure adesso che lo ammetto
Tu mi punisci e mi fischi il terzo tempo
E mille cocci tipo giada, siam come la rugiada noi
Lasciamo tracce tra le dune del deserto, sapendo che quei passi sono come le parole
Nel senso le parole se le porta via il vento
[Pre-Ritornello]
E come nelle favole, cercavo il mio finale
Uccidendo i demoni, puntandomi una gun
Ma come nelle favole c'è sempre una morale

Perso tra bianco e nero, come Yin e Yang

[Ritornello]
Yin e Yang, Yin e Yang
Scrivere a me stesso non sai quanto male fa, no
Yin e Yang, Yin e Yang
Fogli bianchi e inchiostro nero come Yin e Yang

[Strofa 2]
E adesso sono stanco dei fottuti Benny Blanco
Lascio un quadro e poi mi imbarco, assomiglio a papà Franco
Mi hanno partorito schiavo, ma di nome faccio Django
Stringo i fianchi al mio destino baby poi ci ballo scalzo
Eravamo terra e acqua, siamo diventati fango
Eravamo neve e asfalto, poi siam diventati ghiaccio
Tutti vogliono i tuoi raggi solo quando brilli ma un vero re sai quanto è alto quando scende dal cavallo?
Siamo stati maledetti sotto questa luna
Vorrei salvarti da sto mondo ma non so la cura
Ma ti assicuro avrò la meglio sopra questi infami
Prima di tatuarmi l'occhio dentro il mio daruma

[Pre-Ritornello]
E come nelle favole, cercavo il mio finale
Uccidendo i demoni, puntandomi una gun
Ma come nelle favole c'è sempre una morale
Perso tra bianco e nero, come Yin e Yang
[Ritornello]
Yin e Yang, Yin e Yang
Scrivere a me stesso non sai quanto male fa, no
Yin e Yang, Yin e Yang
Fogli bianchi e inchiostro nero come Yin e Yang

Tommee Profitt – O Come O Come Emmanuel Lyrics

[Verse 1]
O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear

[Refrain]
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel

[Verse 2]
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny
From depths of hell Thy people save

And give them victory o'er the grave

[Refrain]
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel

[Verse 3]
O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death's dark shadows put to flight

Caleb Souza – Lonely Lyrics

Tell me
Do you ever feel lonely
Love me
Are you ever thinking of me

You told me
It’s impossible to know me
Hold me
I just wanna be your only

What’s it gonna take to make you love me
What’s it gonna take for you to treat me right
What’s it gonna take to make you realize

That you can’t keep making me feel like

I’m lonely

Show me
I’m not anybody’s trophy
And you still like to kiss me slowly

Low-key
I wish you would hold me closely
Believe me
I won’t ever let you miss me

For King & Country – Priceless Lyrics

Mirror, mirror
Mirror on the wall
Tellin’ those lies
Pointing out your flaws
That isn’t who you are
That isn’t who you are

It might be hard to hear
But let me tell you, dear
If you could see what I can see
I know you would believe
That isn’t who you are
There’s more to who you are

So when it’s late
You’re wide awake
Too much to take
Don’t you dare forget that in the pain
You can be brave
Hear me say

I see you dressed in white
Every wrong made right
I see a rose in bloom
At the sight of you
Oh, so priceless
Irreplaceable, unmistakable, incomparable
Darling, it’s beautiful
I see it all in you
Oh, so priceless

No matter what you’ve heard
This is what you’re worth
More than all the money
Or the diamonds and pearls
Oh, this is who you are
Yeah, this is who you are

So when it’s late
You’re wide awake
Too much to take
Don’t you dare forget
That in the pain
You can be brave
Hear me say

I see you dressed in white
Every wrong made right

I see a rose in bloom
At the sight of you
Oh, so priceless
Irreplaceable, unmistakable, incomparable
Darling, it’s beautiful
I see it all in you
Oh, so priceless

Sisters, we can start again
Give honor ’til the end
Love, we can start again

Brothers, we can start again
Give honor ’til the end
Yeah, we can start again

I see you dressed in white
Every wrong made right
I see a rose in bloom
At the sight of you
Oh, so priceless
You’re irreplaceable, unmistakable, incomparable
Darling, it’s beautiful
I see it all in you
Oh, so priceless

I see you dressed in white
Every wrong made right
I see a rose in bloom
At the sight of you

I see you dressed in white
Every wrong made right
I see a rose in bloom
We can… at the sight of you… start again

I see you dressed in white
Every wrong made right
I see a rose in bloom
At the sight of you

I see you dressed in white
Every wrong made right
Oh, so priceless

Eliza & The Delusionals – 19 Lyrics

Friday night at home
While the whole world is out
Feels like my life is on hold
But I’ve never been here before
I convince myself
That things are better off this way
But I can only know so much
Of one place

I’ll follow the street lights home
So I don’t feel so alone
I’ll follow the street lights home

Nineteen in the same place
Still making the same mistakes
Nineteen in the same place
Still making the same mistakes as before

Flying in, oh my
I’ve seen this place before
We’re talking over songs
That I don’t care for, yeah

I’ll follow the street lights home
So I don’t feel so alone
I’ll follow the street lights home

Nineteen in the same place
Still making the same mistakes
Nineteen in the same place
Still making the same mistakes as before

And the nights go on
And the days are longer
And the nights go on
And the days are longer

Nineteen in the same place
Still making the same mistakes
Nineteen in the same place
Still making the same mistakes
Nineteen in the same place
Still making the same mistakes as before

Totalselfhatred – Cold Numbness Lyrics

Walking again in the pale morning
With this gnawing emptiness

Am I awake or still asleep?
Lost in twilight
Release me from this suffering
Self-inflicted loneliness
Sorrow

Nothing will be
Only shades of the past
Haunting me

Horrors and chills of a self-inflicted war

Einsamkeit, Leere
Sorrows and kills of self-inflicted war

Scratch marks on these desecrated walls
Sheltering my isolated mind
As the sparks of hope die under a rain of tears
Everything flowing into the cold numbness

Randy Rogers Band – Anchors Away Lyrics

Sun’s on the ceiling
Is my sign for leaving
She’s lying there sleeping
As I slip away

Like a thief in the night
In the God honest daylight
My life’s like a rerun
Guess I’ll never change

Anchor’s away, works like a charm
The first sign of danger
I pull the alarm
Something’s broken in me
I don’t wanna leave
Don’t know how to stay
Anchor’s away
Anchor’s away

This house is haunted
The last thing I wanted
Is your memory gone
But I wish it would go

Cause she just reminds me
Of all that I should be
But I’m just a ghost of the man that you know

Anchor’s away, works like a charm
The first sign of danger
I pull the alarm
Something’s broken in me
I don’t wanna leave
I don’t know how to stay
Anchor’s away
Anchor’s away

Don’t worry darling
If there’s a storm
You can count on me running
Trust me I’ll be long gone

Anchor’s away, works like a charm
The first sign of danger
I pull the alarm
Something’s broken in me
I don’t wanna leave
I don’t know how to stay
Anchor’s away
Anchor’s away
Anchor’s away
Anchor’s away

Internal Affairs – That’s Right Lyrics

You're in the way, a f*cking pain. The blood is boiling in my veins. You say I'm provoleged, you say I'm rich, nothing came easy you f*cking bitch. Who are you to pass judgement on me. You're too blind to f*cking see. You should learn to just let things be. You're not welcome this shit is ours. This is my home, love, and family. That's right

Swv – Miss You Lyrics

Oh I
Still can’t believe that you’re gone
It, was suppose to be forever you and me
Still got your number in my phone
I’m just hoping it will ring
Maybe it’s a dream
Oh I
Still smell the scent of your cologne
I can feel you holding me
Even hear you breathe
Wish I could see where we went wrong
Cause I felt what we had was so strong

[Chorus]
But they say when you love something
Let it go
If they really loved you
Then you would know
Cause it’ll come back
It’ll come back to you
Miss you, miss you, miss you
They say when you love something
Let it go
If they really loved you
Then you would know
Cause it’ll come back
I hope you come back to me, cause I
Miss you, miss you, miss you

[Verse 2]
Oh I
And I’m going through pictures
That we took
And it’s so crazy
Cause I really miss your smile
Remember the dinner that you cooked
We just laughed until we cried
But we really tried
I was never first in your book
Your hustle was your wife
I was on the side
And I tried to ignore it in my look
Cause it would hurt too much
When I would

[Chorus]
They say when you love something
Let it go
If it really loved you
Then you would know
Cause it’ll come back
I hope you come back to you, cause I
Miss you, miss you, miss you
They say when you love something
Let it go
If it really loved you
Then you would know
Cause it’ll come back
I hope you come back to me, cause I
Miss you, miss you, miss you

[Bridge]
I can’t sleep if you ain’t right beside me
Can’t breathe if you ain’t here
No baby (no oh, no oh)
Ain’t me if you ain’t here, no baby
So gone without you I’ll go crazy
Ooh cause I miss you

[Chorus]
But they say when you love something
Let it go
If they really loved you
Then you would know
Cause it’ll come back
It’ll come back to you
Miss you, miss you, miss you
They say when you love something
Let it go
If it really loved you
Then you would know
Cause it’ll come back
I hope you come back to me, cause I
Miss you, miss you, miss you

[Outro]
Love let it go
Love you would know
Come back, come back to
Miss you, miss you, miss you

Lewis Watson – Take What You Need Lyrics

Think my heart might just run out my love
If we fight for another day
I used to be something you wanted
But It's different
We're different because now when

You tell me you need me
I walk away bleeding and
Now I can see that
I'm on my own

How's this love when
I'm left with nothing
You take what you need and run
Cold and numb when
You up and leave me
You take what you need and run

When your heart is running out my love
Do you always run away
I know that you used to feel something

But it's different
We're different because now when

You tell me you need me
I walk away bleeding and
Now I can see that
I'm on my own
How's this love when
I'm left with nothing
You take what you need and run
Cold and numb when
You up and leave me
You take what you need and run

How's this love when
I'm left with nothing
You take what you need and run
Cold and numb when
You up and leave me
You take what you need and run

Highsnob – Rooftop Lyrics

[Testo di "Rooftop"]

[Intro]
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Sto pesando k sopra al mio rooftop
Ho un nuovo Moncler che è bulletproof
Mentre conto chips come i Più Gusto
Gocciolando in terra come juice

[Ritornello]
Sto pesando k sopra al mio rooftop (yeah yeah)
Ho un nuovo Moncler che è bulletproof (bulletproof)
Mentre conto chips come i Più Gusto (yeah yeah)
Gocciolando in terra come juice (come juice)

[Strofa 1]
Sto jumpando in alto come Kriss Kross
Fuoco e fiamme fra come Keith Moon
Se parla americano urla: "my gosh"
Tipe colorate, Looney Tunes
Portami sopra la "daddy Lambo"
In Milano baby e milly rock
Il tempo vale cash quindi se parlo baby pagami veloce, hurry up

[Pre-Ritornello]
Non parlo con i cops non sono Rick Ross, baby
Ho un nuovo Moncler che è bulletproof
Testa rossa, boss come Bricktop, baby
Gocciolando in terra come juice
[Ritornello]
Sto pesando k sopra al mio rooftop (yeah yeah)
Ho un nuovo Moncler che è bulletproof (bulletproof)

Mentre conto chips come i Più Gusto (yeah yeah)
Gocciolando in terra come juice (come juice)

[Strofa 2]
Penna d'oro Mont Blanc, la stringo come un gunkan
Te l'ho già detto in "Ben Ten", non puoi rubare a Lupin
In mano heavy machine gun, spaziale come Gundam
In piedi sopra l'Eiffel, fammi sentire Duchamp
Addosso oro giallo come il mais, very nice
Una non mi basta, faccio twice
Nuovo astro baby, nuova season
Sono sposato con i cash, lanciami il riso

[Pre-Ritornello]
Non parlo con i cops non sono Rick Ross, baby
Ho un nuovo Moncler che è bulletproof
Testa rossa, boss come Bricktop, baby
Gocciolando in terra come juice

[Ritornello]
Sto pesando k sopra al mio rooftop (yeah yeah)
Ho un nuovo Moncler che è bulletproof (bulletproof)
Mentre conto chips come i Più Gusto (yeah yeah)
Gocciolando in terra come juice (come juice)
[Outro]
Sentimi
Ma non puoi prendermi
Credi di conoscermi
E forse finirà così
Yeah

Gianmaria Testa – Dentro La Tasca Di Un Qualunque Mattino Lyrics

Dentro la tasca di un qualunque mattino
Dentro la tasca ti porterei
Nel fazzoletto di cotone e profumo
Nel fazzoletto ti nasconderei

Dentro la tasca di un qualunque mattino
Dentro la tasca ti nasconderei
E con la mano, che non veda nessuno
E con la mano ti accarezzerei

Salirà il sole del mezzogiorno
Passerà alto sopra di noi
Fino alla tasca del pomeriggio
Ti porto ancora
Se ancora mi vuoi

Salirà il sole del mezzogiorno
E passerà alto, molto sopra di noi

Fino alla tasca del pomeriggio
Dall'altra tasca ti porto
Se vuoi

Dentro la tasca di un qualunque mattino
Dentro la tasca ti porterei
Col fazzoletto di seta e profumo
Col fazzoletto ti coprirei
Dentro la tasca di un qualunque mattino
Dentro la tasca ti nasconderei
E con la mano, che non veda nessuno
E con la mano ti accarezzerei
E con la mano, che non veda nessuno
Con questa mano ti saluterei

Eliza & The Delusionals – Cigarette Lyrics

We didn't talk on the drive home
'Cause I could tell that you wanted to be alone
We never talk with the lights off
We used to stay up 'til the sun rose
Trying to find the answers to what we already know
Over the years, I guess we lost those

Just because I didn't want your cigarette
Doesn't mean I didn't wanna be friends
Just because I didn't want your cigarette
Doesn't mean I didn't wanna be friends

You were happy being no one
But now you're acting like you had no fun
Being somebody else's problem
But I like you when you're on your own
And we could spend the night at home
And I'll tell you I love you again
And again and again and again and again

Just because I didn't want your cigarette
Doesn't mean I didn't wanna be friends
Just because I didn't want your cigarette

(I love you, I love you again and again and again)
Just because I didn't want your cigarette
Just because I didn't want your cigarette
Baby, did I know you
Or was it someone else
That we're holding onto?
'Cause I could see myself in you
Your mind is like a weapon
And your body is a gun
So hold me like a bullet
And fire me into someone

Just because I didn't want your cigarette
Doesn't mean I didn't wanna be friends
Just because I didn't want your cigarette
Doesn't mean I didn't wanna be friends
Just because I didn't want your cigarette
(I love you, I love you again and again and again)
Doesn't mean I didn't wanna be friends
Because I didn't want your cigarette
Yeah, because I didn't want your cigarette

Totalselfhatred – Solitude Mmxiii Lyrics

38 saturnal wars
Still the same old never-ending ache
Forever this solitude going on
Forever alone

Kolmekymmentäyksi mustan linnun kehää
Kahdeksan siiveniskua vaille seitsemää
Kunnes taas sukeltaa pimeään
Olemassaolon hämärään

So sick and tired of this world
This promised land of decadence
So sick and tired of this life
This never-ending misery

Endless streams of empty shells
Towards the gates of nothingness

Kun usva nielee syksyn tulta
Livun toiseen maailmaan
Täällä olen vain kuori
Jota eksynyt aave asuttaa

Flaming chalice of the golden horizon
Fumes of the bitter wine of age
Burns within revealing the true form
Rarely witnessed by the human eye

Randy Rogers Band – Comal County Line Lyrics

Benny’s in the basement
Talkin’ ’bout the days when
He was Mister Friday Night
Mickey’s at the bar
Playing for a tip jar
Down at the Golden Light
Well Jessie’s perming curls
Talking gossip with the girls
Over at Sunny’s Salon
I’m out here with the band
Countin’ fingers on my hand
Of just long I’ve been gone

It’s been a long time
Yeah it’s been a long time
I need to get back home and lay low for a little while
I’m driving all night
I’m driving all night
Just a few more miles to the Comal County line

Sarah’s getting married
Swearing that she’s ready
But Mom and Daddy ain’t so sure
Ricky’s at the court house
Filing for divorce now
No one stays in love anymore

Another friend of mine
Told me Junior’s doin’ time
Everybody knew that he’d get caught
Take me to a place where
Nothing ever changes
It’s kinda like time forgot

Man, it’s been a long time
Yeah it’s been a long time
I need to get back home and lay low for a little while
I’m driving all night
I’m driving all night
Just a few more miles to the Comal County line
Comal County line

It’s been a long time
Yeah it’s been a long time
I need to get back home and lay low for a little while
I’m driving all night
I’m driving all night
Just a few more miles to the Comal County line
Just a few more miles to the Comal County line