Hey yo, it’s just another bombtrack

One Day as a Lion
Could 2008 be the year of the boomerang?

Just when you thought it was safe to turn on the radio, Rage Against the Machine’s Zack de la Rocha is back. And this time he’s brought Mars Volta’s ex-drummer Jon Theodore with him.

The duo go by the name One Day as a Lion, named after a 1970 black-and-white photograph by Chicano photographer George Rodriguez that shows a white wall in Boyle Heights sporting graffiti that reads, “It’s better to spend one day as a lion, than a thousand years as a lamb.”

De la Rocha and Theodore describe their new project as “a sonic reflection of the visceral tension between a picturesque fabricated cultural landscape, and the brutal socioeconomic realities it attempts to mask.” Booyakasha! Who says rock ‘n roll is dead?

Their five-track EP hits stores this Tuesday, and if their stripped-down, Mario C-produced “Wild International” track currently up on MySpace is any indication of what’s in store, fans of Rage Against the Machine shouldn’t be disappointed.

Want to analyze, scrutinize, and compartmentalize “Wild International?” Lyrics after the jump.

Wild International

They say that in war
That truth be the first casualty
So I dig in selector
I the resurrector
Fly my shit sever your neck
Wider than ever
With my tongue dipped in funk arsenic
Burn this illusion, this lie
This straight arson shit
Your arsenal stripped
Power ain’t full jackets and clips
It’s my ability to define phenomenon
Raw Crenshaw ’84
Boogie down before
L.A. when the war break off
Where you be take off
Stand in full face off
With the M1 millimeter
Let the rhythm of the chamber hit ’em
Let the rich play catch with ’em
Better yet make ’em eat ’em and shit ’em
Till they so full of holes
That they drown in their own
I’m like a nail stuck
In the wrist of they Christmas
Don’t need radio
To leave their family a witness

Muhammad and Christ would life
Would lay your body down
To a tune so wild international
In the desert full of bullets
Let your body rot
With my chrome with my verse
With my body rock


In this era where DJs behave
Be paid to be slaves
We raid airwaves to be sane
And what’s raining from the station
Cash fascination
Like living dead fed agents
Distract us fast
From a disaster’s wrath for sure
Air war was flooded like the 9th ward
On the AM, on the AM
Turn and face them
Hatred and mayhem
Slay them, dangerous
I take razor steps
It’s the swing from the bling
To the bang on the left
It’s the murderous return
Boom back full strap
Your six that got clipped
You can’t clap back
With minimal lift
And criminal flow
I’m killing them soft
And billing them for
Everything stole
And once again I’m that nail
In the wrist of they Christmas
Watch me make their family a witness




Photos of One Day as a Lion by C.R. Stecyk III, courtesy ANTI- Records.

8 thoughts on “Hey yo, it’s just another bombtrack”

  1. They call it “a sonic reflection of the visceral tension between a picturesque fabricated cultural landscape, and the brutal socioeconomic realities it attempts to mask.”

    Wasn’t that on the liner notes of the first Stooges album? I could be mistaken or sarcastic on this point.

  2. Actually, 8 Track, Proctor’s right. Music’s all been downhill since John Tavener died in 1545. Kids these days wouldn’t know a polyphonic motet if it bit them in the ass.

  3. You know, I was rolling down Highland, today, bumping it — sounded like the new Rage, looks like it was Wild International. From one of the local radio stations.

    So that’s my groupie moment of the week.

    They still have the cutting guitars, and the roll of the lyrics seems to fit in with that, whether or not one may actually side with any of the political spin in the lyrics.

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