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Control Resistor
05:01
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what is good for the masters is not safe for the servants. her hands were hurt in the factory injury without safety. profit margins increasing. the masses are retreating. what is the wealth of the nations is not our salvation. let's set fire to the company store, imprison the ones who take crumbs from the poor and give our bread to the masters
we will not be bought and sold
we will not be bought and sold
we will not be bought and sold
we will not be thought controlled
control resistor
so I took a ride to laguardia airport and I asked the taxi driver "what are your thoughts on the gig economy?" he said "are you kidding me, man? the robots are taking over, uber is killing us, there's been a rash of suicides, 6 bodies in 6 days, they found another one in the east river just the other day, and for this I blame you and your cohort. soon, all of our goods and services will be acquired by robot cellular telephone applications. there'll be no green cabs, there'll be no yellow cabs, there'll be no black cabs. there'll be no dentists, no doctors, no police. and therefore there'll be no employment or wages with which to acquire these goods and services and our teeth will rot and our hearts will turn black, but hey! maybe the president will just kill us all in a great big mushroom cloud! at least that's physical. it's not a robot. its grade a organic." but "hey" the driver said "your trip is up so why don't you pay up and go to your first class flight and sip champagne or whatever it is that you rich people do." I said "thank you driver for your thoughts, they're a bit over my head but I will consider them carefully, I'm an educated man, I'm sure I'll figure out what it is you're driving at. but hey I paid the price, I pressed the button, is there anything else that I must do, do I leave a tip?" he said "no, it's all included" he said "no, it's all included" he said "no, we've all been diluted, they colluded, divided and conquered and cast us off like malignant tumors on the dungheap of unwritten history, go!"
what is good for the masters is not safe for the servants, what is good for the masters is not safe for the servants
we will not be bought and sold
we will not be bought and sold
we will not be bought and sold
we will not be thought controlled
we will not be bought and sold
we will not be bought and sold
we will not be bought and sold
we will not be thought controlled
control resistor
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People Are Animals
05:06
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time for a change of plans. we need aggressive jams. this is no time for dictation. it's time for confrontation
people are animals, animals, animals
people are animals and you are one too
think about the wars we fight. will you be an acolyte? think about the shit you eat. think about that dead red meat, yeah!
people are animals, animals, animals
people are animals and you are one too
agitate educate organize liberate
people are animals, animals, animals
people are animals and you are one too
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it took off like a rocket. it got under my skin. i come with wounds and distortions. thank you for taking me in. thank you for sending me sonnets authored by pablo neruda. thank you for sending me flowers, toy bears and lavender tea.
code red i found a new way instead. with my arms battered blue. will you choose that way too? i said "what's with my boys and their heads?" let's forget the songs we played. moving on. move ahead
it took off like a rocket. fuel and fire melting parts. 100 miles an hour. breakneck speed, open hearts
code red, couldn't get out of bed. breathing out, breathing in has been difficult since i was born. it's true, left of center like you. crooked eyes, crooked smile. let's go left of the dial for a while
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No Neutrals
02:42
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you see a nazi terror attack, you're posting pictures on facebook. you speak of love and respect but you don't wanna judge anybody. you said that you're a happy person, that is so fucking cute. you bury your head in the sand. you sew your own lips shut
no neutrals, no neutrals in the front lines
no neutrals, no neutrals in the headlines
you say that you've seen it all, and you're dropping out of their systems. your response is inactivity that you mask with words and philosophy. ignoring it won't make it go away. it always leads to desperation. sooner or later they will come for you and force you to make a decision
no neutrals, no neutrals in the front lines
no neutrals, no neutrals in the headlines
no neutrals, no neutrals in the text books
no neutrals, no neutrals take a hard look at yourself. take a look at yourself
when we decide to reside in our own minds we're taking a risk to avoid conflict. we may even seek discomfort and introspection but we're really just looking at a reflection of our most passive selves. so will you tell me now which side are you on? 1, 2, 1, 2 !!!!
he's driving a car into the crowd. he's driving a car, he's white, dumb and proud. you're choosing a side if you're not involved. you're choosing a side. the problem's unsolved
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5. |
Swimming with the Sharks
03:34
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when all the light has turned to dark i don't mind, i don't mind. when it all begins to fall apart i don't mind, i don't mind. when i'm swimming with the sharks i don't mind, i don't mind. when the dogs begin to bark i don't mind, i don't mind. when there's needles in my heart i don't mind, i don't mind. when I go again to start i don't mind, i don't mind.
you said "what are you going on about?"
let's scream and shout. let's start to pout. let's freak the fuck out. everything is upside down again
everything is, everything is, everything is upside down again
when there are spiders on the wall i don't mind, i don't mind. i get a call from the hospital i don't mind, i don't mind. when we can't heal our broken bones i don't mind, i don't mind. there's no reception on our phones i don't mind, i don't mind.
you said "what are you going on about?"
let's scream and shout. let's start to pout. let's freak the fuck out. don't you know that everything is upside down again?
everything is, everything is, everything is upside down again. everything is, everything is, everything is upside down again
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6. |
SOS to Young Curmudgeon
04:34
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maybe you're righteous, maybe you're cruel, maybe we can make out after school. maybe you're cute but you got bad skin. maybe the walls are closing in
this song is my "fuck you" song. my brain is a fucking mess. i'm sending out an sos to young curmudgeon, to young curmudgeon
maybe it's time to settle the score. maybe it's time for a world war. maybe you're shy, maybe i'm hesitant. maybe we should give up and kill the president, bang-bang, bang-bang
ooooh-ooh and the walls are closing in. ooooh-ooh there's spiders in my pockets. ooooh-ooh and all of our enemies, ooooh-ooh they got good hair but they don’t know how to rock it. this song is my "thank you" song. i swear i will not regress. this song is an sos, to young, to young curmudgeon, to young curmudgeon, let's go!
hey babs, hey ben, thanks for all you've done. you reached into the darkness and helped me re-discover punk rock, like joe strummer, sonic youth and the mighty repressions. you gave me the language to undress my ill-conceived obsessions. and in the madness and the sadness that is 2017, we all need the help of our friends to reach out and pull us into the in-between. and our funny little group of misfits and dragons, as our friends stumble on and off and on the side of their wagons.
i said hey, take a walk on the child side
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7. |
Another Limited Offer
03:23
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at home he feels like a martyr. in social circles he tries to try harder. in life he is an absurdist but he knows he doesn't deserve this. his therapist said that he's responsible for everybody else's crucifix. at work a sense of alienation. spends his earnings on recreation
covert and clandestine. tension is boiling beneath. covert and clandestine. revolt is the only salvation. covert and clandestine
at home overdosing on netflix, taking powernaps and getting real anxious. incapable of stimulation. stuck in the bubble of emulation. and the hours keeping ticking on by, and the minutes keep ticking on by. walk the dog at six o'clock in the morning, press repeat and break down without warning
covert and clandestine. tension is boiling beneath. covert and clandestine. revolt is the only salvation. covert and clandestine
on the sofa fighting for survival. his mouth moves and it quotes advertisements : "it's another limited offer" another purchase to fill his coffers. can't get excited - that's the way it is, can't relax - that's the way it is! carries on with his business dealings, trying to suppress his radical feelings
covert and clandestine. tension is boiling beneath. covert and clandestine. revolt is the only salvation. covert and clandestine, covert and clandestine, covert and clandestine, ooh
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frustrated, self medicated and done. our light has faded and i'm left jaded and dumb. passed out and stinking of booze in a mini cooper, come to on a stoop, drunk and numb in a stupor. pushing buttons on intelligent telephones. pushing the buttons of those with whom we share pheromones. distress signals to satellites from genius devices. down the rabbit hole we go in the filth of our vices
he spent 6 years in the program. absorbed her toxins for impatient therapy. he used to shout from the parking lots every time he thought he had an epiphany
hashtag my struggle is real motherfuckers and i'm going down into the depths of despair with the soul suckers who treat me so kindly, gently and patiently. but i am the patient who wanted this desperately. and separately i cannot hide my chaos from my endless sea of see-first friends. my self abduction, destruction, malfunction, dysfunction never, ever ends. no! no! no!
he spent 6 years in the program. absorbed her toxins for impatient therapy. he used to shout from the parking lots every time he thought he had an epiphany
and they're going down, down, down, down
they kissed each other with tongues that tasted like whiskey and pinot noir. he was a wall street motherfucker and she was a silicon valley star. kick it!
he spent 6 years in the program. absorbed her toxins for impatient therapy. he used to shout from the parking lots every time he thought he had an epiphany. he spent 6 years in the program. he spent 6 years in the program. he spent 6 years in the program. he spent 6 years in the program.
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9. |
Let's Place Bullets
05:03
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let's place bullets, let's place bullets inside a gun. let's place bullets, let's place bullets let's have some fun. let's place bullets, let's place bullets let's make some noise. let's place bullets, let's place bullets boys will be boys. let's place bullets, let's place bullets it's all a lie. let's place bullets, let's place bullets american pie. let's place bullets, let's place bullets let's make them scream. let's place bullets, let's place bullets peaches and cream, american dream
let's place bullets, let's place bullets in the bad man. let's place bullets, let's place bullets it's all in our hands. let's place bullets, let's place bullets in the empire. let's place bullets, let's place bullets business attire. let's place bullets, let's place bullets in the machine. let's place bullets, let's place bullets peaches and cream. let's place bullets, let's place bullets american pie. let's place bullets, let's place bullets it's all a lie, it's all a lie
tearing pages out text books. scientific theories that were underlined
is this the end? are you my friend? let's start a trend
i don't wanna tune in anymore. i don't wanna watch reality shows. i don't wanna eat tv dinners. i don't wanna choose the losers and winners
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot antifa.
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot antifa.
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot antifa.
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot antifa.
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot antifa.
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot antifa.
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot antifa.
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot antifa
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10. |
Year of the Gun
05:57
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sometimes we freak over nothing at all and the cops are coming. barricaded in las vegas hotel and the concert is over
bang bang year of the gun. bang bang year of the gun
sometimes we see shadows on the wall where the bodies once stood. if this is the end then no one will know. apparitions disappearing
bang bang year of the gun. bang bang year of the gun
sometimes we see bullets in the pews in our house of worship. sometimes we say nothing at all, we send prayers to the families
bang bang year of the gun. bang bang year of the gun
sometimes we need the killing machines just to keep the war going. the enemy front is our own living room. high definition tv sets
bang bang year of the gun. bang bang year of the gun. bang bang year of the gun. bang bang year of the gun. you said that our love would break the fall. you said that the bomb would get us all
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