Ryan Harvey
La Péna
Coup d'état in ChileKissinger's CIAWell-armed gangs of FascistsAugusto Pinochet They took the students from the campusShot em in a lineThe bitter fruits of progressRotting on the vineVictor Jara died a heroIn an economic warHis fingers crushed and brokenHe lay singing on the floorI'm sickened by this historyMy country's bloody handsTo market fruit and copperThey filled the stadiumYou know your wife smuggled out your recordsWith a Swedish TV crewGot 'em re-repented in EuropeResurrected youNow there's beautiful social centersSongtexteThat never knew your nameThat sprouted from the survivorsDriven out by PinochetAnd your songs are still sung around the world todayI've never been to ChileNever smelled the airNever felt the force of historyThat's buried thereBut I've heard Violeta Parra'sPorque Los Pobres No TinenenSeen the exiles in La PénaSinging A DesalambrarI don 't wanna be a heroI don't wanna die aloneI wanna be a wise manI wanna see how much we grow"What horror fascism creates!They carry out their plansWith knife-like precision.Nothing matters to themTo them, blood equals medals,Slaughter, an act of heroism.Oh God, is this the world that you madeFor this your seven days of wonder?"Victor Jara died in ChileBut his songs survivedHe sang the culture of a movementWho's dream is still aliveAnd his songs are still sung around the world today
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