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1. _ Purina Hall Of Fame
Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from beds. steeping toddlers plucked from their watery deaths: ribbons, plaques and soft-soap are the ephemeral rewards paid to the slaves whose selfless
Accord a higher value to their masters, while parting gifts (bolt pistols) console the rest. the remainder. too bad the tributes paid to lives that relegate these thrones to lives spent valuing
Runners-up, are known to be neither fleeting nor desirable. but nothing surprises me these days. i just sit and watch the box-cars roll by and wait. patient. unattended. a package under a termin
Nch. a short fuse to scatter steady hands if i forget to remember that better lives have been lived in the margins, locked in the prisons and lost on the gallows than have ever been enshrined in
Ces.
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2. _ Ladies' Nite In Loserville
Drains her fifth and spits out a greek translation*. she slurs "how much more bullshit you got left? cuz you been feeding me this crap about |
3. _ Natural Disasters
In which god's name will we be killed? who's most righteous? who's most terrified? when your parents left the house we would creep up to their room, to the drawer beside the bed. we would pull o
E shining dildo. one side dink, the other side jesus. not hedonists. not atheists. churchgoers. blockparents. i wonder what lurks in neighbors' drawers? the most pristine are hiding everything.
Is our "decaying society"? these are the married ones. what about the others? don't condemn your life to be riddled with shame. everyone's hands cause natural disasters.
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4. _ Fuck The Border
A friend of mine dropped me a line, it said, "man, i gotta run to the usa. i got no money, got no job." she skipped out of mexico to stay alive. you've got a problem with her living he
Ut what did you do to help her before she fucking came? what did the country do? what did the people do? i stand not by my country, but by people of the whole fucking world. no fences, no border
Ee movement for all. fuck the border. it's about fucking time to treat people with respect. it's our culture and consumption that makes her life unbearable. fuck this country; its angry eyes, it
E-jerk hordes. legal or illegal, watch her fucking go. she'll take what's hers. watch her fucking go. fuck the border.
Some people have to stay and fight for survival in the country they live in while others have to leave to survive. corporations cross international borders all the time in search of people to ex
For profit and no one stops them. they call it globalization. on the other hand, the victims of corporate domination are told that they can't cross borders in search of better lives, and are fo
To stay and deal with the social, economic and environmental messes the companies leave behind when they inevitably move their operations to places with even more "favourable business clima
(re: lower wages, lax environmental laws, tax breaks). looks like capitalism and human-rights don't mix.
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5. _ March Of The Crabs
We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. my eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they'd swing or run. i tell no lie: jackknives in socks, they're all gonna die. tensions rise. pre-p
Swarm the hill like flies. get the caskets ready, we're going to tear right through this city. that's if the anger don't, that's if the boredom don't, the drinking don't intercept this north-end
E. who am i? fighting a war that i can't win. swelling with things we try to hide. you never leave anyone behind. a harsh return that slaps you in the face. for one last chance, we leave this pl
We're all packing up and moving on. i've got a war in the head. fear our lives won't pass as great events. a better prospect hides up ahead. do you feel it in the air? we've been crushed beyond
Ion. farce and death walk hand in hand. graves and memorial walls hold my family name. pills and bottles do the same. i hope that freedom's coming our way.
The fight never happened. the crowd petered out. we all dribbled home. mission accomplished.
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6. _ Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An
Dickheads shit-talk huddled and single-file. first-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in this tiny woman's shoes. drink up and mumble you
Se. i'm still humbled by it all: around the same time that i was riding with no hands, busting windows and getting busy behind the sportsplex (with labonte's older sister decked out in her speed
Bella was flinching from the sting of a depo proveran "family planning", her own pearl harbour and a holocaust spanning 25 years to the rest of her life. a prison my country underwrote
Aradise. and in the shadows of santa cruz, she crossed her fingers behind her back. built suharto a trojan horse and lay still till the motherfucker sent her north where as night fell she emerge
H a box under her arm that held her pledge of allegiance and her uniform. she laid it at the gates of the general's embassy and her whisper echoed into dawn as she disappeared:
The truth will set my people free.
This song was inspired by the real-life story of bella gahlos. we met her in 1997 at an east timor alert network benefit in winnipeg. we are humbled to have crossed paths with her. this is her s
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7. _ Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes
The tangled webs they weave span from pine to ruby ridge, way back from shay's defeat on up to gustafsen (now cue the ass parade of ditto-heads and commissars and pricks to drown out this fainte
Reat of commie faggot heretics). conclusion: the nail that sticks up gets hammered down and the master's finest tools are found slack-jawed and placid amidst the cacophony of screaming billboard
Disney-fied history. sometimes the ties that bind are strange: no justice shines upon the cemetery plots marked hampton, weaver or anna-mae where federal bureaus and fraternal orders have cast
Shadows; permanent features built into these borders. but undercover of the customary gap we find between history and truth, the founding fathers bask in the rocket's blinding red glare. the bo
Ursting in air. one nation. indivisible? the truth is when the back-country learned of ratification the people had a coffin painted black and solemnly borne in funeral procession, they buried it
In the earth as an emblem of
The dissolution and internment of their publick liberty. someday, somewhere, today's empires are tomorrow's ashes.
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8. _ Bullshit Politicians
Every fucking day our cities tell us what they think of justice. they lock the courageous away as the cowards plaster the cracks spreading through the monolith. but if this man isn't freed, this
Burns. "on this day of remembrance let us not kneel and pray for the dead. let us stand and activate for the living, to rescue those about to die" at the hands of bullshit politicians
Ated pin-dick motherfuckers who bow and curtsy to the seats of power. we'll never learn and nothing will ever change as long as we stay this course of followers and slaves. i can't believe we're
L content reshuffling the same old decks of kings and queens and faux-democracies. i say we hand it back to the bullshit politicians. brick by brick, wall by wall |
9. _ Back To The Motor League
I like to party fucking hard. i like my rock and roll the same. don't give a fuck if i burn out. don't give a fuck if i fade away. so back to the motor-league with me before i'm forced to face t
Ath of a well-heeled buying public who live vicariously through tortured-artist college-rock and floor-punching macho pabulum. back to the motor league i go. once thought i drew a lucky hand. tu
Out to be a live grenade of play-acting "anarchists" and mommy's-little-skinheads, death-threats and sycophants and wieners drunk on straight-edge. fuck off. who cares? i'd rather hi-l
Rip-tiks than listen to your bullshit. fuck off. who cares about your stupid scenes, your shitty zines, the straw-men you build up to burn. it never ceases to amaze me and as i'm suffering your
Ction it reminds me of my own race to redress my own sad history of mouthed feet. eaten hats. teated bulls. amish phone-books. drunken brawls. but what have we here? 15 years later it still reek
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10. _ Ego Fum Papa (i Am The Pope)
"live like an angel, die like a devil." don't let it worry you, we're down here together. we're all here: heathens, heretics, kids with blue socks. i asked some questions and wasn't sa
Ed with the answers. it seems that's the biggest crime since not fitting in. but we're all here: king diamond, todd's mom, fallen angels, the decimated cultures, the kid in the corner in sweat p
We'll find our own way.
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11. _ Albright Monument, Bagdhad
Wadia's best friend's youngest sister was denied a proper burial because for two days they couldn't douse the flames the allied planes had showered on her tiny body. and all the paper trails tha
D to all the roads that lead to all these basras make it seem like we're all just "collateral damage" waiting to be happened in some unforeseen pentagon budget-drill. today's ba'ath re
Is just the red scare of yesteryear. and i drink myself to sleep because i'm losing faith that any of us will ever amount to anything more than reluctant human subsidies, the moving parts in a d
Machine, protesting their complicity, but waiting for somebody else to throw their body on the churning gears. i drink myself to sleep because i'm losing faith that we, here in the cradle of aff
E can cease this sickening drive for individual strength through state-powers' swinging fists or that we'll ever look back and laugh at the irony that is: an atomic murderer is enshrined in inde
Nce, usa while 8000 miles from here (ba
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12. _ Ordinary People Do Fucked-up Things When Fucked-up Things Become Ordinary
Words can't do justice to pain. seems like they can't feel a thing. ordinary people do fucked-up things when fucked-up things become ordinary. i can't promise utopia or a better world. i have no
Er lures. no harsh punishment if you don't bite the hook. it's a world of shit or bust. there's no escape from disappointment. when you commit heart and soul to earning your place, someone else
Have to cheer you on. what are you capable of? you can be the one to string them up and beat them to death. when you cut the bodies down, you'll see the face of your failure and shame. this is a
D of professional liars: a bleating chorus of tempered truths, who like pealing church-bells echo its' virtues sung over and over and over again. rotting at the bottom is better than living as a
. i can't find the meaning in the great achievement. when you commit heart and soul to earning your place, opportunity kills common sense
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13. _ With Freinds Like These, Who The Fuck Needs Cointelpro?
With friends like these, who the fuck needs cointelpro? i'm punch-drunk on the sickening cadence of iron-fists in velvet gloves. the cheshire grins. the crippling judas kiss to christen thee a s
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14. _ New Homes For Idle Hands
Suburbs tremble again, fearing the have-nots at the window, collecting their fair share. guns and alarms aren't enough. they demand justice, and every criminal locked away, as well as any kid wh
Ht do something wrong. there's a jail out of town with fences so high we won't think about who's inside. neighbours are disappearing behind the bars. kids are doing time for petty crimes. it don
Tter who they are. it don't matter that they're alive. a warehouse for victims of circumstance. cops are rounding up slaves; workers that can't complain or come late. a workforce behind bars. th
Make gadgets, circuit boards or fix cars. it don't matter who they are. it don't matter that they're alive. crime pays, ask the bankers floating bonds to build cages for the inner-city's "
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