Attack on Titan OST - Armored Titan Music Theme

Ang mga cazadores 
   
Mga kasadores dito ay padala
Sanhi daw sa gulo'y lilipulin nila
Ngunit hindi laban yaong kinikita
Kundi ang mang-umit ng manok at baka

Yaong mga bayang sa tahimik kanlong   
Sa mga Kastila'y siyang hinahayon
Ang bawat makita nilang malalamon
Pinag-aagawan dahilan sa gutom

Ang mga cazadores, ang mga cazadores
Ang mga cazadores, ang mga sacadores 

Buong kabahayan ay sinasaliksik
Pilak na makita sa bulsa ang silid
Gayon ang alahas at piniling damit
Katulad ay sisiw sa limbas dinagit

Sa mga babae na matatagpuan
Mga unang bati'y ang gawang mahalay
Kamuntik man lamang di nagpipitagan
Sa puring malinis na iniingatan

At ang mga lakong kamatis at pakwan
Milon at iba pang pinamumuhanan
Walang nalalabi sa pag-aagawan
Ng mga Kastila kung matatagpuan

Lahat ng makita nilang maggagatas
Agad haharangin, dada'nin sa bulas
Tuloy lalaklakin ng mga dulingas
Anupa nga't wala nang pinalalampas

Ngalang "cazadores" hindi nararapat
Kundi "sacadores" ang ukol itatawag
Bakit sa tagaa'y malayo at agwat
Mandi'y halataing matakaw at duwag

Ang mga cazadores, ang mga cazadores
Ang mga cazadores, ang mga sacadores 
Ang mga cazadores! Ang mga sacadores!

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Words: Andres Bonifacio, 1892
Music: Dong Abay, 2013
Lead Vocals- Dong Abay
Bass Guitar, All Electronic Instruments, Backup Vocals: Buddy Zabala
Electric Guitar, Backup Vocals: Jesse Grinter 
Drums: Mark Escueta
Sound Engineer: Shinji Tanaka
Produced by: Raymund Marasigan 
Executive Producers: Rock Ed Philippines
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered @ Sound Creation Studios, 2013

Dong Abay - Casadores

New song TEMPEST out now. 
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Tempest

Attack on Titan - Counter attack

Next song a month tune, from pass it around album. #songamonth

Dub It Out

STARRING KERMIT LEVERIDGE & THE REYNOLDS
ADDITIONAL VOCALS: THE REVEREND CLEVE FRECKLETON & TRACEY CARMEN
 
More about the project: http://www.superweirdsubstance.com/alan-moore-mandrill-meets-super-weird-substance-arts-lab-apocalypse  
 
Obey the Mandrill: www.facebook.com/mandrillifesto

Mandrillifesto words by Alan Moore.

Big thanks to: Josh Ray, Ché Wilson, Derek Kaye, Joe Brown, James Mellor, Dominic Mandrell, Marcus Hislop, The Arts Lab Northampton.
 
Artwork by Pete Fowler
 
2017
 
COMETH THE MOMENT, COMETH THE MANDRILL

In times of national demise, speaking historically,
the mulch of crumpled dream and culture is a laboratory,
that breeds outrageous saviours and monsters without warning; 
Cromwell, Hitler, Joseph Stalin, Jeremy Corbyn – 
emerging from a broken world to find a hole they can fill,
cometh the moment; cometh the Mandrill.

This greed and gore emporium is not how life was meant to be,
with franchises and fads reheated from a previous century,
and nothing new, a neutered future on the retro record deck,
that’s stuck and endlessly repeating in a firebombed discotheque. 
Your TV’s in a coma and you can’t get it to wake up.
What you need is a dictatorial baboon in makeup.

Overstated, aggravated and horrifically mutated,
here to see that you’re berated. What’s the last thing you created?
All those logos on your raiment, brand-name badges of enslavement,
drip-fed passive entertainment. Was this your intended statement?
When you have nowhere left to stand you'll have to take one.
If there’s no culture in the land then you must make one. 
Psychopathic, charismatic, I could go on but don’t need to:
as the higher primate it’s my long-awaited fate to lead you.
You have no choice but me, so please do not suggest so.
Hear now the poetry of my Mandrillifesto!

The light of burning corporations will repaint the sky in grenadine. 
There’ll be billions of banners and Art Nouveau butterfly bombers like this world has never seen before. 
We’ll march on ugliness and stupidity. 
We’ll make loveliness compulsory.

And the roar of our orchestra engines will soar evermore in a glorious annihilating symphony, for the tyranny of beauty is our God-given duty. 
Every child at birth is to be issued with a ukulele, 
given their own flag and granted absolute and utter sovereignty, 
and so long as it’s coloured in nicely and has an old woman on, make their own currency. And we’ll turn every urban address into a dripping Rousseau wilderness, and we’ll keep advancing until there’s nobody not dancing.

We’ll put politics in the pillory,
put the art back in artillery.
We can weaponise wonder
and our voice shall be as thunder.

From times of national demise arise new apes like me, 
with, in our leopard-scaring eyes, manifest destiny. 
I’ll lead you to a fluorescent utopia if you’ll let me: 
love me, worship me, obey me – but never pet me. 
If we can’t build a future then we’ll be its human landfill. So…
Cometh the moment, cometh the Mandrill. 
(Repeat until indoctrinated)

Joey Ayala - Magkaugnay

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