Paroles de la chanson Not In My Name par
Bodies remain
This is not in my name
Flooded by guilt
This is not in my name
Blood being spilt
Feed the machine
Bleeding you dry
And the tower will rise
Pierce through the sky
Do not believe the empty words
He built on his Lies
He built on his Lies
He built on his Lies
He built on his Lies
This is not in my name
Flooded by guilt
This is not in my name
Blood being spilt
Feed the machine
Bleeding you dry
And the tower will rise
Pierce through the sky
Do not believe the empty words
He built on his Lies
He built on his Lies
He built on his Lies
He built on his Lies
He built on his Lies
Make sure that their pockets are filled
Wage a war with the rockets they build
Dead cert for a red alert
Wild rose from a bed of dirt
Clip its wings
Watch a dove die
It's not in his name
It's a mud slide
Unsigned transactions get sent down the blood line
DNA on his hands that won't erase or fade away
Earning his way to an early grave
Burning desire
To walk over fire
Make sure that their pockets are filled
Wage a war with the rockets they build
Dead cert for a red alert
Wild rose from a bed of dirt
Clip its wings
Watch a dove die
It's not in his name
It's a mud slide
Unsigned transactions get sent down the blood line
DNA on his hands that won't erase or fade away
Earning his way to an early grave
Burning desire
To walk over fire
And turn into flames
Eyes fixated on the video drone
Eyes like knives fixated on your life
These inhumane conditions are not in my name
I'm not gonna pay for the chaos you're sending our way
We've all got parts to play
I'm keeping the fire alive
For the stolen generation
Torn from the heart of a tribe
Torn from the heart of a tribe
But they're uninvolved
Let the chamber reload
But they're running low
Until they come and go
Eyes fixated on the video drone
Eyes like knives fixated on your life
These inhumane conditions are not in my name
I'm not gonna pay for the chaos you're sending our way
We've all got parts to play
I'm keeping the fire alive
For the stolen generation
Torn from the heart of a tribe
Torn from the heart of a tribe
But they're uninvolved
Let the chamber reload
But they're running low
Until they come and go
Stole the gold
Built a Roman road
Overthrown
Until they're growing old
Slowing down
So remove the crown
When the body's cold
Put it underground
Build on that
Turn soil
Into turmoil
Burn a bridge
Build an oil rig
Loyal list
Of these royalists
Pay the price to avoid the risks
Unidentified
Body genocide
Built a Roman road
Overthrown
Until they're growing old
Slowing down
So remove the crown
When the body's cold
Put it underground
Build on that
Turn soil
Into turmoil
Burn a bridge
Build an oil rig
Loyal list
Of these royalists
Pay the price to avoid the risks
Unidentified
Body genocide
Being monitored
Until they're modified
Remodelled
Then they're modernised
Lost tribe colonised
Eyes fixated on the video drone
Eyes like knives fixated on your life
I'm watching my soul shine
I'm watching your soul decay
Bullet point to a headline
And run it with no delay
And run it with no delay
And run it with no delay
Golden handshake, control the landscape
Getting hold of anything they can take
Cooperate
Until they're modified
Remodelled
Then they're modernised
Lost tribe colonised
Eyes fixated on the video drone
Eyes like knives fixated on your life
I'm watching my soul shine
I'm watching your soul decay
Bullet point to a headline
And run it with no delay
And run it with no delay
And run it with no delay
Golden handshake, control the landscape
Getting hold of anything they can take
Cooperate
No going straight
Life is a race we all overtake
Moment to face
Motivate
Territorial
Tearing down the walls
Sacred burial
I can take a fall
I can take a fall
I can take a fall
Unrelatable
If the nature calls
Pull the strings
Call the kings
How it all begins
Power dome not gonna take it
Power home I'm gonna break it
Life is a race we all overtake
Moment to face
Motivate
Territorial
Tearing down the walls
Sacred burial
I can take a fall
I can take a fall
I can take a fall
Unrelatable
If the nature calls
Pull the strings
Call the kings
How it all begins
Power dome not gonna take it
Power home I'm gonna break it
Power throne I'm gonna take it down
Power drone I'm gonna shoot you down
Suffer in silence
Screams muzzle the sirens
Scenes covered in violence
Fiends buzzing for guidance
Rough diamond
Cold blooded island
Above and beyond
This is not in my name
If it doesn't belong
This is not in my name
Unsolved bodies march to a drum roll
Study every move
Too much for us to lose
Humanity
So much to gain
Power drone I'm gonna shoot you down
Suffer in silence
Screams muzzle the sirens
Scenes covered in violence
Fiends buzzing for guidance
Rough diamond
Cold blooded island
Above and beyond
This is not in my name
If it doesn't belong
This is not in my name
Unsolved bodies march to a drum roll
Study every move
Too much for us to lose
Humanity
So much to gain
This tragedy Is not in my name
Soul elevation
No revelation
Golden meditation
Old reservation
Stolen generation
Bodies remain
This is not in my name
Blood being spilt
This is not in my name
Chemical spill
This is not in my name
Flooded by guilt
This is not in my name
Body genocide
This is not in my name
Soul elevation
No revelation
Golden meditation
Old reservation
Stolen generation
Bodies remain
This is not in my name
Blood being spilt
This is not in my name
Chemical spill
This is not in my name
Flooded by guilt
This is not in my name
Body genocide
This is not in my name
Bodies colonised
This is not in my name
Weapons on the rise
This is not in my name
Body of lies
This is not in my name
Burning the branches
Fall in the trenches
Father of life, mother of war, mother of law
Kids in the trenches, blood in your teeth
Pushing the people, farming the meat, get what you eat
Reap what sowing
The power you know
The power you grow
The power you take
It's not in my name
The power you know
The power you grow
The power you take
It's not in my name
The power you grow
Reap what you sow
The blood in your name
The power you gain
Reap what you sow
The power you grow
Reap what you sow
The blood in your name
The power you gain
Reap what you sow
The power you grow
Reap what you sow
The blood in your name
The power you gain
Reap what you sow
The power you grow
Reap what you sow
The blood in your name
The power you gain
Reap what you sow
Drowning in tears
Drowning in fears
Drowning and used
For blood
Can't you just stop
Can't you just feel
Drowning and used
For blood
For us
Don't speak for me, mother
I won't bleed for you, brother
Bridges o
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This is not in my name
Weapons on the rise
This is not in my name
Body of lies
This is not in my name
Burning the branches
Fall in the trenches
Father of life, mother of war, mother of law
Kids in the trenches, blood in your teeth
Pushing the people, farming the meat, get what you eat
Reap what sowing
The power you know
The power you grow
The power you take
It's not in my name
The power you know
The power you grow
The power you take
It's not in my name
The power you grow
Reap what you sow
The blood in your name
The power you gain
Reap what you sow
The power you grow
Reap what you sow
The blood in your name
The power you gain
Reap what you sow
The power you grow
Reap what you sow
The blood in your name
The power you gain
Reap what you sow
The power you grow
Reap what you sow
The blood in your name
The power you gain
Reap what you sow
Drowning in tears
Drowning in fears
Drowning and used
For blood
Can't you just stop
Can't you just feel
Drowning and used
For blood
For us
Don't speak for me, mother
I won't bleed for you, brother
Bridges o
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Que racontent les paroles de la chanson Not In My Name de Archive ?
Quand le silence devient impossible
Il y a des chansons qui commencent comme un murmure et finissent par ressembler à un tribunal. "Not In My Name" d'Archive est de celles-là. Dès les premiers mots — "Bodies remain" (des corps demeurent) — on sait qu'on ne sera pas épargné. Pas de préambule, pas de mise en scène. Juste l'état brut d'un monde où les morts s'accumulent et où quelqu'un, quelque part, prétend agir en notre nom.
Au fil du texte, une voix se construit — pas héroïque, pas apaisée, mais résolument debout. Elle observe. Elle nomme. Elle refuse. Elle voit les drones dans le ciel ("eyes fixated on the video drone"), elle suit la trace de l'argent jusqu'aux "poignées de main en or" qui "contrôlent le paysage", elle entend les cris étouffés sous les sirènes. Archive a toujours eu ce talent pour transformer la conscience politique en quelque chose qui se ressent physiquement, et ici la densité des images — le diamant brut, l'île au sang froid, la colombe dont on coupe les ailes — finit par peser comme une accumulation réelle.
La tribu volée et le drone qui surveille
Ce qui frappe dans ce texte, c'est son refus de hiérarchiser les violences. La colonisation des terres et des peuples ("stolen generation", "lost tribe colonised") voisine avec la surveillance numérique et les transactions anonymes qui glissent le long des lignées de sang ("unsigned transactions get sent down the blood line"). Tout appartient au même continuum. On bâtit des routes romaines, on installe des plateformes pétrolières, on modernise les corps pour mieux les contrôler — le verbe change, le mouvement reste le même : prendre.
Un refus qui n'a pas fini de parler
La chanson se termine en suspens, les paroles coupées net sur "bridges o" — comme si la phrase avait été interrompue, comme si le monde ne laissait pas le temps de finir. Avant ça, une supplique nue : "can't you just stop / can't you just feel". Après des minutes de colère articulée, c'est cette fragilité soudaine qui reste. Archive ne conclut pas, ne réconcilie rien. Ils tendent juste le miroir, et dans ce miroir, quelque chose brûle encore.
Il y a des chansons qui commencent comme un murmure et finissent par ressembler à un tribunal. "Not In My Name" d'Archive est de celles-là. Dès les premiers mots — "Bodies remain" (des corps demeurent) — on sait qu'on ne sera pas épargné. Pas de préambule, pas de mise en scène. Juste l'état brut d'un monde où les morts s'accumulent et où quelqu'un, quelque part, prétend agir en notre nom.
Au fil du texte, une voix se construit — pas héroïque, pas apaisée, mais résolument debout. Elle observe. Elle nomme. Elle refuse. Elle voit les drones dans le ciel ("eyes fixated on the video drone"), elle suit la trace de l'argent jusqu'aux "poignées de main en or" qui "contrôlent le paysage", elle entend les cris étouffés sous les sirènes. Archive a toujours eu ce talent pour transformer la conscience politique en quelque chose qui se ressent physiquement, et ici la densité des images — le diamant brut, l'île au sang froid, la colombe dont on coupe les ailes — finit par peser comme une accumulation réelle.
La tribu volée et le drone qui surveille
Ce qui frappe dans ce texte, c'est son refus de hiérarchiser les violences. La colonisation des terres et des peuples ("stolen generation", "lost tribe colonised") voisine avec la surveillance numérique et les transactions anonymes qui glissent le long des lignées de sang ("unsigned transactions get sent down the blood line"). Tout appartient au même continuum. On bâtit des routes romaines, on installe des plateformes pétrolières, on modernise les corps pour mieux les contrôler — le verbe change, le mouvement reste le même : prendre.
Un refus qui n'a pas fini de parler
La chanson se termine en suspens, les paroles coupées net sur "bridges o" — comme si la phrase avait été interrompue, comme si le monde ne laissait pas le temps de finir. Avant ça, une supplique nue : "can't you just stop / can't you just feel". Après des minutes de colère articulée, c'est cette fragilité soudaine qui reste. Archive ne conclut pas, ne réconcilie rien. Ils tendent juste le miroir, et dans ce miroir, quelque chose brûle encore.