[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Gandhi, Part 2]

gypsy jazz, avant-garde / experimental jazz, world music

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[Verse 1]
Beneath the burning eastern sun, across the mountain crest,
The global banking shadow networks orchestrated all the rest.
The British Crown and governors pulled every hidden string,
To calculate the ivory and what the trade would bring.
While Gandhi threw his folders out to soothe the public street,
The ministers in London drew the layout of deceit.
They needed him to calm the crowd and freeze the rising hand,
To guarantee the corporate elite could capture all the land.

[Verse 2]
The house of Rockefeller smiled from their financial throne,
To claim the rich oil registers and make the fields their own.
The agents of the Dutch NHM worked tight behind the scene,
To clear the colonial banking books inside the grand machine.
The lawyer believed his passive stance was a sacred, unspent force,
A magnificent world leader on a meedogenloze course.
He didn't see the layout of the trans-atlantic net,
That used his peaceful inner court to trade the ground and collect!

[Verse 3]
They let him build his ashrams out and run the total net,
Recording every hunger strike to lock the crown in debt.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the shadow families were reinforcing the chain.
From the harbors of Port Natal down to the Zuidas shore,
They locked the raw resources up behind the counting door.
The columns marched by millions through the dust and through the mud,
While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood!

[Chorus]
The puppet theater is truly closing now,
the curtain falls and they stand exposed,
No more strings and no more crowns,
We watch with our Hands raised high,
And see them standing in the full light...

And they never acted like that again??
and they never acted like that again.??

Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

[Outro]
The golden altars turn to lead, the ancient crowns will rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.
Or was it pride that made them blind??
Did they choose to lock their mind??

God says: Your Body is MY Temple
And no wooden master commands this living heart.
Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Gandhi, Part 2] [Verse 1] Beneath the burning eastern sun, across the mountain crest, The global banking shadow networks orchestrated all the rest. The British Crown and governors pulled every hidden string, To calculate the ivory and what the trade would bring. While Gandhi threw his folders out to soothe the public street, The ministers in London drew the layout of deceit. They needed him to calm the crowd and freeze the rising hand, To guarantee the corporate elite could capture all the land. [Verse 2] The house of Rockefeller smiled from their financial throne, To claim the rich oil registers and make the fields their own. The agents of the Dutch NHM worked tight behind the scene, To clear the colonial banking books inside the grand machine. The lawyer believed his passive stance was a sacred, unspent force, A magnificent world leader on a meedogenloze course. He didn't see the layout of the trans-atlantic net, That used his peaceful inner court to trade the ground and collect! [Verse 3] They let him build his ashrams out and run the total net, Recording every hunger strike to lock the crown in debt. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the shadow families were reinforcing the chain. From the harbors of Port Natal down to the Zuidas shore, They locked the raw resources up behind the counting door. The columns marched by millions through the dust and through the mud, While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood! [Chorus] The puppet theater is truly closing now, the curtain falls and they stand exposed, No more strings and no more crowns, We watch with our Hands raised high, And see them standing in the full light... And they never acted like that again?? and they never acted like that again.?? Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Outro] The golden altars turn to lead, the ancient crowns will rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. Or was it pride that made them blind?? Did they choose to lock their mind?? God says: Your Body is MY Temple And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..

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