| Some older songs that I always thought packed a punch in words but their dilevery musically was less that great... PROPAGANDHI LYRICS
"War Is Peace"
Four more years of War is Peace, Ignorance is Strength and Slavery is Freedom.
Four more. May all your interventions be "Humanitarian".
Four more years of pay-to-play politics, power and influence.
Four more years of legalized bribery and served corporate interests.
Vote for tweedle-dum or tweedle-dee
And a framework of debate narrowed for you courtesy
Of the ultra-rich and a media that filters
But any voice that challenges their power
(like Nader bounced in Boston by state-troppers
Cos he don't speak for oil-xycoons and bankers, oh yeah
Whose pursuit of happiness and liberty
Demands a rhetoric of fear to be
The litmus test for viable heirs to
The phony drug-wars, the trumped-up rogue-states, the permance of a war-economy).
I feel less hopeful and less human
As I'm reduced to nothing more than
Cheering on embassy bombings
As the liars pave their way through
Four more years of War is Peace, Ignorance is Strength and Slavery is Freedom.
Four more. May all your interventions be "Humanitarian".
Four more years of pay-to-play politics, power and influence.
Four more years of legalized bribery and served corporate interests.
"...And We Thought That Nation-States Were A Bad Idea"
"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!
"I Was A Pre-teen McCarthyist"
At Harold Edward's Elementary you pay respect to Our God, Our Flag, Our Military.
In grade 3 I had a written composition about the global threat of communism.
And I was the luckiest 8-year old McCarthyist of 1979:
I spent spring break on the flight line of a base in the Carolinas-
the U.S. version of my dad had signed us in.
And 12 years later, the Gatling I'd touched that was strapped to the nose of a U.S.A.-10,
separated flesh from bone and honed its skills on "lesser humans".
And thus confirmed the suspicions earned in the 7 years preceding about the lies
I was told and if the truth be known,
I'm probably better off believing
(well, they said I'm better off believing... somehowbetter off believing).
But how could they do this to me?
Born head first and brought up ankle deep.
And maybe you're a lot like me- identified for 14 years without a choice.
Terrified the morning you woke up and realized that if and when you jump ship,
you either swim for shore or drown. Don't let the fuckers drag you down.
"A People's History Of The World"
At some turning point in history,
some fuckface recognized that knowledge tends to democratize cultures and societies
so the only thing to do was monopolize and confine it to priests,
clerics and elites (the rest resigned to serve),
cuz if the rabble heard the truth they'd organize against the power,
privilege and wealth hoarded by the few- for no one else.
And did it occur to you that it's almost exactly the same today?
And so if our schools won't teach us,
we'll have to teach ourselves to analyze and understand the systems of thought-control.
And share it with each other,
never sayed by brass rings or the threat of penalty.
I'll promise you- you promise me-
not to sell each other out to murderers, to thieves...
who've manufactured our delusion that you and me participate meaningfully
in the process of running our own lives.
Yeah, you can vote however the fuck you want,
but power still calls all the shots.
And believe it or not, even if (real) democracy broke loose,
power could/would just "make the economy scream" until we vote responsibly.
"Anti-Manifesto"
Dance 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 (some doubt).
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.
(by the way, I stole this riff)
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