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Mutual Friendthere was nothing remotely romantic about it. no hand-me-down sob-stories, either nurtured or genetic. so what was so goddamn important that i felt i had to shelve each and every one of my convictions? secured and mutually reassured of our consistency. but your defence rejects what (you claim) you believe. because what the fuck is so "sociable" about animal-confinement and torture, union busting, sexism and isn't strange how you don't call anymore?
"publicly subsidized! privately profitable!" that's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). we focus a moment, nod in approval and bury our head back in the bar-codes of these neo-colonials while our former nemesis (ah, the romance!): the nation-state, now plays fund-raiser for a new brand of power-concentrate. try again, but now we're confused- what is "class-war"? is this class war? yes, this is class war. and i'm just a kid- i can't believe that i gotta worry about this kind of shit! what a stupid world! yeah, this is just beautiful... absolutely no regard for principle. what a stupid world. (we're): 1) born 2) hired 3) disposed! where that job lands, everybody knows and you can tell by the smile on the ceo's that the environmental restraints are about to go. you can bet that laws will be set to ensure the benefit of unrestricted labor-laws (all kept in place by displaced government death squads). they own us. they produce us. they consume us. can you fucking believe this? what a stupid world. fuck this bullshit display of class-loyalties. the media and "our" leaders wrap it all up in a flag- their fucking shit-rag. hooray!
Utter Crap Songi hid inside my room like a fucking coward (what? please kill me). the past eighteen months flashed before me in the last eight long hours. it was amazing you finally got a rise out of me. i laughed, i cried (well i tried, but i laughed again). who the fuck needs a caricature to be their friend? it's so fucking stupid. i'm just as scared and insecure as you (maybe even x2). and i wonder what you really thought of me. an intimate friend? a loud-mouth jerk or just a novelty? this is not an apology, just therapy, cuz as we all know (and apparently), i don't need anybody.
Oka Everywherethe best thing i ever saw on tv was that s.q. (securite quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. condolence, madame canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig. but this song's not about some romantic account of history. it's not about martyrs or mythos or heroes or burnings-in-effigy. it's about a native kid flipping her lid just trying to keep some self-respect intact. it's about an oka the size of a fist in resistance and a will to fight back... and the girls at work, they still deny their racism. they claim tolerance for all. but it seems the degree of (only) racial slurs is their gauge (and it defines tolerance as hate). and there's 27 million "girls-at-work" here. imagine fighting that for 500 years. and golly-gee! how valient! how the white oppressor makes allowance for calculated gestures of insurgence (all tightly tethered to their purses/purpose). oka had this orchestra(tion) aborted. oka fucked their rules to choose a future self-determined and i, for one, support it... ...and the smartest thing i think i ever said: "if a kevin kostner kavalry is your means to their end, then the struggle is dead". why do we pretend that our approval is upon what they depend?
Talk On Violencei think that, i'm of course opposed to terror or any rational person is but I think that if we're serious about the question of terror serious about the question of violence, we have to recognize that it is a tactical and hence moral matter. incidentally, tactical issues are basically moral issues. they have to do with human consequences and if we're interested in let's say diminishing the amount of violence in the world, it's at least arguable and perhaps even sometimes true that a terroristic act does diminish the amount of violence in the world. hence a person who is opposed to violence will not be opposed to that terroristic act.
Haillie Does Hebronyou speak of rastafari, but how can you justify belief in a dog that's left you behind? you've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class and your faith merely keeps you in line. an amalgamation of jewish scripture and christian thought. what will that get you? not a fuck of a lot. take a look at your promised land. your deed is that gun in your hand. mt. zion's a minefield. the west bank. the gaza strip. soon to be parking lots for american tourists and fascist cops. fuck zionism. fuck militarism. fuck americanism. fuck nationalism. fuck religion
Homophobes Are Just Mad Cuz They Can't Get Laidnothing i can say will change your little mind. it's your clique and right or wrong you won't be left behind, but you're weak. equality's your trip when all your friends agree, but freedom's just not hip when it's of sexuality, so you hate. i hope i live to see the day when you sexually repressed hatred is finally washed away. it seems that you're trying to prove it to yourself--build up those defences, you're just like everybody else. you wave your fist like you wave your fucking flag and you'll prove it to me now: you're no 'fag'. but that's fucking weak (or, as regal thought it said for 8 years: "so we fight!")
Truewhen i've had enough, i'll get a pick-up truck and drive away. i'll take my last 10 bucks just as far as it will go. yeah, sometimes i'm easily fooled, i take a painful step and get knocked back two. i do all i can and it's all i can do. true. and if i had the choice, i'd take the voice i got, cuz it was hard to find. y'know, i've come to far to wind up right back where i started. they tell me who i should be, but i'll never let you flickers make a mess of me. i do all i can and it's all i can do. true. one more sunset, lay my head down. true. one more sunrise, open my eyes. true. they'll talk you up, they'll talk you down. begin to doubt. your reasons seem very far away. yeah, and i'll stop breathing the day that i can't walk proud, rather walk away. i do all i can and it's all i can do. i do all i can and i do it for you. true.
Todd's Incredibly Professional Station ID For 4ZZZ Brisbanehello, this is jord from propagandhi here.uh, besides the itching of my crabs, i'd like to say subscribe to 4zzz don't take this for granted, eh. fuck off.
Firestorm, My Assheard a song and i counted out loud the two-steps, the goose-steps back. back from square one, from where we'd just begun, and then it rang a bell-but is this kristallnacht or what the fuck is your plan? would you care to expand? and i don't deny the choice, but I defy you as the voice of anything i've stood for in these past 9 years, i've conquered the nurturing and found that anything worth conquering is powered, built and backed by fear, not by fact. and having said that... meat is still murder. dairy is still rape. and i'm still as stupid as anyone, but i know my mistakes. i have recognized one form of oppression, now i recognize the rest. and life's too short to make another's shorter.
Refusing To Be a Mani'm not going to try to tell you that i'm different from all the rest. i've been subject to the same de-structure of desire and i've felt the same effects; i'm a hetero-sexist tragedy. and potential rapists all are we. but don't tell me this is natural. this is nurturing. and there's a difference between sexism and sexuality. i had different desires prior to my role-remodelling. and at six years of age you don't challenge their claims. you become the same. (or withdraw from the game and hang your head in shame). i think that's exactly what i did. i tried to sever the connections between me and them. i fought against their further attempts to convince a kid that birthright can bestow the power to yield the subordination of women and do you know what patricentricity means? i found out just a couple of days ago. it means male values uber alles and hey! whaddaya know... sex has been distorted and vilified. i'm scared of my attraction to body types. if everything desired is objectified then eroticism needs to be redefined. and i refuse to be a "man". dead men don't rape. a gender war in your fucking face. a battle hymn to celebrate the fact that we don't have to become or remain what we've come to hate...
Resisting Tyrannical Governmentwhy don't we all strap bombs to our chests and ride our bikes to the next g-7 picnic? it seems easier with every clock tick. but whose will would that represent? mine? yours? the rank-and-file's? or better yet: the government's? but i don't want to catalyze or synthesize the second final solution. i don't want to be the steve smith of the revolution. do you see the analogy? we're the oilers. the world bank- the flames! and just 2 minutes remain in the 7th game of the best of 7 series! yeah, jesus saves! gretzky scores! the workers slave. the rich get more. one wrong move and we risk the cup. so play the man, not the puck. why don't we plant a mechanic virus and erase the memory of the machines that maintain this capitalist dynasty? and yes, i recognize the irony that the very system i oppose affords me the luxury of biting the hand that feeds. but that's exactly why priviledged fucks like me should feel obliged to whine and kick and scream- until everyone has everything they need.
Laplante Songhey hannah, how's it going?can i borrow some records you punk rock piece of shit? hey jord, join the chicken-fight, is that a sub you've got in your face you piece of shit fat mother-fucker?
Leg-Hold Trapall answers seem to come to easily, to you the word rhetorical is wrong.these questions blur the things we need to see and simplicity beneath a song i try to make her see there is no way. attempts at comprehension always miss. she lays her body down and tries to say. i guests there is no answer to a kiss so then you turn around, tell me why we have to wait and see. turn around and you sigh good-bye, we always disagree, you just cannot stand to see me free to fly away.
Laplante/Smithhey hannah, how's it going?is that you i see slappin' dicks with brad? fuck you got a hairy ass! a hairy fuckin' ass! hairy ass! hey jord, how's it going? you fucking fat piece of shit, i could trash your drum kit right now and maybe i will or maybe i won't-no, i won't.
White, Proud and Stupidhe's a good boy, he loves his mamma. he loves jesus and his country too. he's a good boy, working class white male. loves violence and his dumb girlfriend too. and that's enough to make me... that's enough to make me sick! i am white, proud and stupid, i am much smarter than you kid, cuz you don't know what's right, you're black instead of white and you gotta be like me if you wanna be free in my world. in my world. i can't believe what you say, do you really think that way? every time you talk you tear the human race limb from limb. limb from limb. the first generation with the racial segregation turn in her grave. nazi skins and aryans pollute our land: screwdriver , white pride and warzone and other nazi bands, they're a bunch of 'fag'-bashing goons, nationalist buffoons, and, they don't even know what the fuck they're singing about at all. i will never be white, proud and stupid, i am no smarter than you kid, and we both know what's right, it's never black or white you don't have to be like me you're always free in my world, in my world. the first generation with the racial segregation...
Fine Dayfine day in river heights, fine day for your skateboards and bikes, fine day in your cute little world, fine day for tough boys and submissive girls, a fine day to see that the government's got the drop on you. watching everything that you do. but you tell yourself that i you're exempt from their stare and that rules are rules and the system's fair and square, but with wired phones and two-way mirrors, they've been watching you for 20-some years, they regulate your idleness, you agglutinate and acquiesce, this whole goddamn world's a fucking mess, but it's a fine-day in river heights
Stand up and be CountedWe are the tyrants Messangers of Satan We pledge you all Raise your hands This is the solstice Hail legions arise We'll raise the roof Touch the skies. Were praying for The wings of Mayhem to arrive The screaming fury burns Brings us alive Stand up and be counted, Stand up and be counted. We are the demons Children of fire Your turn has come Live your desire Burning ambition Were were staying wild We stand as one never denied Defyant and proud We stand together Metlallic and loud we will fight Devestation, pure Hell Legions of the night Come on, raise your hands We are the black metal gods V. E. N. O. Fucking M. Are you with us Right until the end? Come on right at the back You wanna be counted as well? Stand up! And be counted..
Pigs Will PayThought, word and deed once sloganeered, a reaction undefined, the battle-hymn, the mantra of a once unfocused mind. but as logic tempered anger, still inspired but now informed, the 'pigs' we'd turned to caricature became far worse than we'd warned, morality enforcement based on the interests of a state, coerced into concordance and threatened into place, it's not just isolated incidents of cop-jocks kicking ass. it's a flicking war machine protecting the wealth of the employing class! and you pigs will pay in a big way. what a stupid thing to say. you'll pay for the guns that you've used. the minorities you've abused, you'll pay for the blood that you've spilled and the innocent people you've killed.
Government Cartoons (Entertain Your Thoughts)when fred and barney rubble (please kill me) indoctrinate me in my own home and try to tell me that mr. slate's got it rough on his corporate throne, "yeah, mr. slate, boys, has bigger problems than we've ever known, and a man like deserves respect and your respect alone" indoctrination to keep you in your place, brainwashing to enslave the human race. they'll get you when you're young and forever they embrace (were you dropped as a baby? cuz brains you lack-anthrax) a gov't self-portrait, an evil we must face (and replace), you've convinced me that a working class stiff (but a proud one!) is what i am and that for minimum wage in this state-run cage that should always do the best that i can. just do what i'm told till i'm to old to move my broken, twisted carcass out of bed. don't take a stand, just take commands until i'm dead.
Anti-Manifestodance and laugh and play. ignore the message we convey. it seems we're only here to entertain. a rebellion cut-to-fit. i refuse to be the soundtrack to it. while we entertain we're still knee-deep in shit. there's something wrong inside. we've played it safe, enjoyed the ride. you won't like this but i've something to confide. we stand for something more than a faded sticker on a skateboard. now we've rained on your parade and we're out the door. and i don't even care any fucking more. witness this pair in accomplice. witness this pair; lethargic, unconscious. no brows furrowed in question, complacent, completing their tasks (no questions asked) consider this critic a cretin, just resting on laurels completely invented. word acrobatics performed with both harness and net. i am so full of shit. but i will remain until this self-awareness fades until i defeat the purpose of this soapbox that you made. that you made. hope, perseverance, a vision. green ink, a 26 oz., a bad case of big-mouth. a sum of our parts and i've never laughed harder. a song in our hearts and i've never laughed harder. it don't really matter cuz nothing's ever felt as right as this.
Less Talk, More Rocki'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance as hard as he can to this, my song. and bring your stupidest friends along. we wrote this song because it's fucking boring to keep spelling out the words that you keep ignoring. and your macho shit won't phase me now. it just makes us laugh, we got your cash, court-jester take a bow. because did you know that when i was nine, i tried to fuck a friend of mine? he was 8, then i turned 10. 14 years later it happened again (with another friend). this time me on the receiving end. and all the fists in the world can't save you now. cuz if you dance to this, then you drink to me and my sexuality. with your hands down my pants by transitive property.
Gambleyour hips are swaying and your eyes are saying that you need two gamblers for this game you're playing, and i might want you, but i don't need you and you won't sleep in my bed anymore. it seemed like a dead-end. seven years after seven to sing for this country instead of raven or venom, cuz your god was dead then and he's never been back again, and i don't think about it anymore, yeah, it's a gamble when your fingers burn from the last time that you flew and bled and the shadows that you walk around will still be there when the sun goes down. venus fly trap, 20 years now. and the chance is just as fat as a union bureaucrat that the life you wanna live ain't the one you're looking at. there's more risk in a brain cell than any vegas hotel and you can't find the pit-boss anywhere.
Ska Sucksska sucks. ska revival isn't cool you stupid fuck.the bands are only in it for the bucks. and if you don't believe me you're a schmuck. but the trend will die out with any luck. yo ho. yo ho. rudy, a message to you rudy, a message to you rudy. fuck you rudy!
Bentweight on your shoulders is heavy, you've been suppressing these urges far to long. you're sick of acting the right way: it's wrong for you but it's right for them. these urges inside you grow and grow till one day it happens, you explode, pretending that you belong, why the fuck do you have that mask on? same thing all over again, this time in a different way. your life's controlled by other's rules, forget it man, be yourself, bent's ok. no way. fuck straight-edge, get bent.
Degrassi Jr. High Dropoutswake up in the morning feeling fucking burnt out, shit i got to go to school, don't think i can make, don't think i can take it. what the fuck am i going to do besides doing hot-knives in home-ec and dropping acid in phys-ed? wait! nil that narc is staring at me, time to my stash out back, where we'll playing games with real guns, selling dope to grade ones. c'mon ga kid give it a try, degrassi jr. high.
Hidden Curriculum"knowledge dispels fear!" yeah, i hear you loud and clear, just take note of where it's from. a reliable source? or educated by force in this hidden curriculum? obey all day and back from lunch by one. you can't reverse the damage done. Your knowledge is a bullet in their gun. they've taught you well, destroyed every last brain cell with their methods, 10 on 1. little man, here's your number, here's your plan to serve the hidden curriculum, i'm dumb. |
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