Songs about Conspiracies

A combination of 2 of my great loves: Music and Conspiracies.

Do you know any well(ish) known bands that have written songs about conspiracies / UFOs / the paranormal?

Post up the lyrics!

My all-time favourite band Cog, who proudly display Loose Change, Alex Jones and UFO Australia on their myspace top friends, just released an entire album that is lyrically about the 9/11 Conspiracy and the fallout since.

Off their latest album, Sharing Space, here are the lyrics for the song Are You Interested?

Caught In the thick of it
Eye in the pyramid
Force fed and sick of it

Yes, they're making lists of people interested in this
And they're scanning all their data bases, hunting terrorists
Yes they're making lists of people interested in this
And anyone who speaks their mind is labelled anarchist

Yes they're making lists..

Yes they're making lists of people interested in this
Yes they're making lists, read the warning signs!

Bald heads in parliament with ritual and covenant
Keep telling us we've got to read the warning signs
Barcodes and fingerprints, obedience identikit
It's time to read the warning signs

Yes they're making lists of people interested in this
And they're weeding out the baddies like the flour that we sift

Yes they're making lists...

Sun gods and obelisks in blood lines from Sirius
As doctor puts a spin on all the warning signs
Corporation counterfeit, we're strip searched and desperate
It's time to read the warning..

Yes they're making lists of people interested in this
And there's whispers in the temple of a rebel catalyst
Yes they're making lists of people interested in this
Yet the public like to laugh at fools who take it serious

Early in the morning as the garden starts to grow
Every single warning is a seed we need to sow

Yes they're making lists! Are you interested?
Yes they're making lists but maybe they're the terrorists

Source

Another one from a big artist, A Perfect Circle.

This one is a protest song against Bush that was released not long after the war in Iraq started. The filmclip is hilarious.

Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums lyrics:

Don't fret precious I'm here
Step away from the window
Go back to sleep

Safe from pain, and truth, and choice
and other poisoned devils
See, they don't give a f*** about you
Like I do

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you
Like I do


Just stay with me
Safe and ignorent
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of the war drums

I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices son

They're one in the same, I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

Swayin to the rhythm of the new world order and
Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums

The boogeymen are coming
The boogeymen are coming

Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of a war drums

Stay with me
Safe and ignorant
Just stay with me
Hold you and protect you from the other ones
The evil ones
Don't love you son,
Go back to sleep

Source

[edit on 14-6-2008 by fooffstarr]

New song by the TREWS..I say this should be the ATS theme song!!!!

PARANOID FREAK



Hey sing a bad song
Get it stuck in your head
I'm singing along
Can't help it
Kids starting to whine
Exploding my mind
Satan get me behind
I'm saturated
It's closing in on me
It's closing in on me
It's closing in

If you see something don't
Say something to me
I'm a paranoid freak
Already
I'm a man on the brink
I've had too much to think
I'm a paranoid freak
Already

Joe, Average guy
Needs more things to buy
Spoon feed me a lie
I'll eat it
I'm on a bad trip
Too many loose lips
All rocking my ship
I'm sinking
It's closing in on me
It's closing in on me
It's closing in

If you see something don't
Say something to me
I'm a paranoid freak
Already
I'm surrounded by freaks
Closing in on me
I'm a paranoid freak
Already

If you see something don't
Say something to me.
I'm a paranoid freak
I'm a paranoid freak
Ahhhhhhhhhhh

Is this freedom information
Or is this mass intimidation
In the land of the free


Stand on god above me
I'm a vigilante
I'm captivated

If you see something don't
Say something to me
I'm a paranoid freak
Already
I'm a man on the brink
Give me something to treat
I'm a paranoid freak
Alright
If you see something dont
say something to me
I'm a paranoid freak (x 10)

At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept

The song's lyrics and music video deal with the Juarez murders, a series of rapes and murders in Juarez, Mexico of young women who worked in factories called maquiladoras. Juarez is located just across the Río Grande from El Paso, Texas, ATDI's home town. The song explicitly criticizes the federales, or Mexican police, for their lack of response to these cases.

Source

Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
that had knocked the pins down
these shoes gripped the floor
in the silhouette of dying

dancing on the corpses ashes

yeah, they had plans for him
they had spun the last of the pimps
polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips
while the guillotine laughed again
dancing on the corpses ashes

and the paramedics fell into the wound
like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
an anesthetic penance beneath
the hail of the contraband

dancing on the corpses ashes

on my way
nails broke and fell
into the
wishing well, wishing well
wishing well, wishing well
x2

they had defected and been excommunicated
and all the pulses were subverted
and they made sure that the obituaries
showed pictures of smoke stacks

dancing on the corpses ashes

a vivid dissection that mocked
the strut of vivisection
a semi-automatic colony
and a silencing that still walks the streets

dancing on the corpses ashes

in the company of wolves
was a stretcher made of
cobblestone curfews
the federales perform
their custodial customs well

dancing on the corpses ashes

intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
that had knocked the pins down
these shoes gripped the floor
in the silhouette of dying

dancing on the corpses ashes

yeah, they had plans for him
they had spun the last of the pimps
polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips
while the guillotine laughed again
dancing on the corpses ashes

and the paramedics fell into the wound
like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
an anesthetic penance beneath
the hail of the contraband

dancing on the corpses ashes

dancing on the corpse's ashes,
dancing on the corpse's ashes

callous heels
numbed in travel
endless maps made
by their scalpels

on my way
nails broke and fell
into the
wishing well, wishing well
wishing well, wishing well
x2