War is Holy, SEX is Obscene (video)

Amber Larson, Pat Macpherson, Ashley Wells (eds.), Wisdom Quarterly; Alicia Keys, "Holy War" (genius.com); Job for a Cowboy, screamo death metal "Entombment of a Machine"

With all of these thoughts and questions floating about in her mind, Keys -- who credits meditation for helping her find "clarity and a deeper knowledge" of herself -- finally discovered a way to channel her frustrations into a positive message, albeit accidentally.

Writing for Lenny, Keys recalled arriving for a photo shoot fresh from the gym wearing a baseball cap and scarf.

The photographer, Paola Kudacki, wanted to shoot her as she arrived -- real and raw to reflect the real and raw music on her album. Although she hesitated at first, Keys finally gave in.

The result, she wrote, was powerful: "I swear it is the strongest, most empowered, most free, and most honestly beautiful that I have ever felt," she wrote. "I felt powerful because my initial intentions realized themselves. More

"Holy War"

Love or f it (WQ)

If war is holy and sex is obscene

We've got it twisted in this lucid dream

Baptized in boundaries schooled in sin

Divided by difference sexuality and skin

Oh so we can hate each other fear each other

We can build these walls between each other

Baby, blow by blow and brick by brick

Keep yourself locked in yourself locked in

 

Oh maybe we should love somebody

Oh maybe we could care a little more

So maybe we should love somebody

Instead of polishing the bombs of holy war

What if sex were holy and war obscene

And it wasn't twisted what a wonderful dream

Living for love unafraid of the end

Forgiveness is the only real revenge

Oh so we can heal each other and fill each other

We can break these walls between each other

Baby, blow by blow and brick by brick

Keep yourself open, yourself open

 

 

Yeah we can heal each other and fill each other

We can break these walls between each other

Baby, blow by blow and brick by brick

Keep yourself open, you're open

So maybe we should love somebody

Maybe we could care a little more

So maybe we should love somebody

Instead of polishing the bombs of holy war
 

What if love were holy and hate obscene

We should give life to this beautiful dream

Cause peace and love ain't so far

If we nurse our wounds before they scar

Nurse our wounds before they scar

No sex allowed! Practice for WAR

(Job for a Cowboy) American death metal: "Entombment of a Machine" live at the Wacken Festival, imperial Europe, where a massive mosh pit becomes a practice battleground for dueling sides.
 

"Entombment..."
It breathes!
What stands before us is not a machine.
It breathes, it will bleed, and it will sleep.
Its body is covered in hundreds of wires.

The mouth attempts to speak
But only murmurs collapse from its jaws.
With only delayed movements
From its figure we all begin to strain.

My legs weaken at the site of this damaged program

For this program kept you breathing.
It kept you alive.

These circuits diffused once more.

We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us

Entombment of a machine.

So sleep, sleep among us and hesitate no more.

I saw it die.

(ABC) Am I my brother's keeper? Stop playing/fighting and save your brother,
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