Manchmal ist es nur eine Straße, die luxuriöse Villen mit Privatpools von Townships oder Favelas trennt. Die Bilder des amerikanischen Fotografen Johnny Miller zeigen schonungslos auf, wie urbane soziale Ungleichheit aussieht – von oben.
Lyrics: Oh, it's a mystery to me We have a greed, with which we have agreed And you think you have to want more than you need Until you have it all you won't be free Society, you're a crazy breed I hope you're not lonely without me When you want more than you have You think you need And when you thi...
Lyrics: Don't you know They're talking about a revolution? It sounds like a whisper Don't you know Talking about a revolution? It sounds like a whisper While they're standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting arou...
Lyrics: When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful A miracle, oh, it was beautiful, magical And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily Oh, joyfully, oh, playfully watching me But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible Logical, oh, responsible, practi...
Lyrics: Skin is, skin, is Skin black, my skin is black My, black, my skin is yellow Light n—, dark n—, faux n—-, real n—- Rich n—-, poor n—-, house n—-, field n—- Still n—-, still n—- I like that second one Light n—-, dark n—-, faux n—-, real n—- Rich n—-, poor n—-, house n—-, field n—- Still n—-, s...
Lyrics: Ich kann dir sagen, hier läuft sehr viel schief Verkaufen Waffen, aber wollen kein' Krieg Findest Feminismus lustig, weil du's nicht so siehst Doch wenn ich Max heißen würde, würd' ich mehr verdienen Sie sagen: „Du bist eine Frau Pass nachts draußen auf“ Der Rock ist ganz kurz und die Type...