Part 11: Future Is a Muddy Boot (V6)

[General prompt: Futuristic heavy metal, a mix of industrial and orchestral metal. Intro of digital noises followed by drum beats. Very variable tempo. Spoken then screamed vocals.] [Intro: Full choir, full orchestra, screaming] (The future has no king, no boss, no border!) It is a muddy boot, a stolen quarter The Zapatista’s word, the Palestinian stone The climate striker standing alone – but not alone [Verse 1 – Zapatistas: A marimba, then heavy distortion] Ya Basta! – the mask speaks for the silent The Chiapas dawn, the neoliberal giant [Verse 2 – Seattle 1999: Computers sounds and metal] The turtle blocked the WTO’s door The barricade of the world’s poor [Guitar solo – epic, emotional, with Arabic violin and banjo] [Chorus: Full choir, full orchestra, screaming] (The future has no king, no boss, no border!) It is a muddy boot, a stolen quarter The Zapatista’s word, the Palestinian stone The climate striker standing alone – but not alone [Verse 3 – ZAD: Acoustic, then crushing] Notre-Dame-des-Landes, the bulldozer’s grave The wetland is a fortress that the law can’t have [Verse 4 – BLM: Slow, heavy, like a funeral march] The knee on the neck, the phone’s last light The whole street became a burning night (Say their names!) [Chorus: Full choir, full orchestra, screaming] (The future has no king, no boss, no border!) It is a muddy boot, a stolen quarter The Zapatista’s word, the Palestinian stone The climate striker standing alone – but not alone [Bridge – spoken word over synth pad] "We are the ones we have been waiting for." [Verse 5 – No King / Climate / Palestine: Fast, frantic, chaotic] The anarchist’s flag in the Serbian street The school strike for the planet’s heat From Gaza’s rubble to the Congo’s trees The same old masters, the same old fees [Outro: All instruments crash, then a single heartbeat, then a child laughing] ...The struggle continues. Write the next song.