Less Talk, More Rock » De lyrics [+ Tilføj +] |
1. _ Resisting Tyrannical Government
Why 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
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
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 th
. 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 syst
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
more free lyrics
|
2. _ Anchorless
They called here to tell me that you're finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. southern manitoba prarire's pulling at the pant-leg of your bad disguise. so why were you so anchorless?
T abandoned in some backyard. anchorless in the small town that you lived and died in. i've got an armchair from your family home. got your p.g. wodehouse novels and your telephone. i've got you
Tes and stainless steel. got that way of never saying what you really feel. i don't want to live and die here where we're anchorless.
more free lyrics
|
3. _ Gifts
Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands, staring at the window as the sunlight demands action. all the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds. wrote this selfish sadness on a b
Om wall, spent half the span of some lost culture's rise and fall, but i'm as clueless as a drooling four year old. still hoping i might find the capacity to let you know i know you're lonely. s
E's the last call for regrets, a final slow dance through the days that we all hold on to. here's the promises i've made, tied too tight to undo. an unwrapped gift from me to you. all the slight
Sane on the 18 north main, reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain, nothing i could say could be worth saying anyway today. like "hey, whatever happened to what's that guys' name?&qu
We get a little older and it looks the same: askance. excuse my failing sense of humour. here's the promises i've made; a razor blade and this broken piece of chain. a history left to rust out i
Rain.
more free lyrics
|
4. _ I Was A Pre-teen Mccarthyist
I 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
Rthyist 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
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
E 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 an
Eep. 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.
Let the fuckers drag you down.
more free lyrics
|
5. _ A Public Dis-service Announcement From Shell
("clear thinking in troubled times": winnipeg free press, nov 21st, 1995) "people have the right to the truth. unvarnished. even uncomfortable. but never subjugated to a cause, ho
Noble or well-meaning. they have the right to clear thinking. slogans, boycotts and protests don't offer answers... (i)t has been suggested that shell should pull out of developing nations alto
R. the oil would certainly continue flowing. the business would continue operating. the vast majority of the employees would remain in place. but the sound and ethical business practices synonym
Ith shell, the environmental investment, and the tens of millions of dollars spent on community programs would all be lost. again, it's the people of developing nations that you would hurt. it's
Enough to sit in your comfortable homes in the west, calling for sanctions and boycotts against a developing country. but you have to be sure that knee-jerk reactions won't do more harm than go
Ome campaigning groups say that we should in
Tervene in the political process in developing nations. but even if we could, we must never do so. politics is the business of governments and politicians. the world where companies use their ec
C influence to prop up or bring down governments would be a frightening and bleak one indeed."(ha. ha.)
more free lyrics
|
6. _ Nailing Descartes To The Wall/ (liquid)meat Is Still Murder
I speak outside what is recognized as the border between "reason" and "insanity". but i consider it a measure of my humanity to be written off by the living graves of a billi
Rdered lives. and i'm not ashamed of my recurring dreams about me and a gun and a different species (hint: starts with "h" and rhymes with "neuman's") of carnage strewn about
Stockyards, the factories and farms. still i know as well as anyone that it does less good than harm to be this honest with a conscience eased by lies. but you cannot deny that meat is still mur
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
Imal liberation now!).
more free lyrics
|
7. _ The State-lottery
The now the real prospects for authentic democracy depend on something else. they depend on how the people in the rich and priveliged societies learn some other lessons. for example the lessons
Are being taught right now like the mayans in chiapas, mexico. they are among the most impoverished and oppressed sectors in the continent. but unlike us they retain a vibrant tradition of liber
D democracy. a tradition that we've allowed to slip out of our hands or has been stolen from us. and unless people here in the rich and privileged society, unless they can recapture and revitali
At tradition, the prospects for democracy are indeed dim.
Does it seem strange to you? the confetti. the balloons. the mile-wide grins and the victory dance to welcome in the heir to a state of (utter and complete) disrepair? because it sure seems stra
O me: they're acting like they won the fucking lottery! i mean, shouldn't they feel terror at the task that lies ahead: to feed and house the people that this system's left for dead. and could i
Hit the nail much harder on the head? it's profits before lives. they are motivated by greed. first they taught us to depend on their nation-states to mend our tired minds, our broken bones, ou
Eding limbs. but now they've sold off all the splints and contracted out the tourniquets and if we jump through hoops then we might just survive. is this what we deserve? to scrub the palace flo
To fight amongst ourselves? as we scramble for the crumbs they spit out, frothing at the mouth about the scapegoats that they've chosen for us. with every racist pointed finger i can hear the go
Teps getting closer. they no
Longer represent us so is it not our obligation to confront this tyranny?
more free lyrics
|
8. _ The Only Good Fascist Is A Very Dead Fascist
The swastikas and klan-robes. sexist, racist, homophobes. aryan-nations and hammerskins: you can wear my nuts on your nazi chins! god, i love a man in uniform! (but, uh, before we get too intima
Re, big fella): what exactly are the great historical accomplishments of "your" race that make you proud to be white? capitalism? slavery? genocide? sitcoms? guns? war? pollution? addi
? nafta? thigh-master? this is your fucking white-history, my "friend". so why don't we start making a history worth being proud of and start fighting the real fucking enemy: the white
Capitalist supremacist. swastikas and klan-robes. sexist, racist, homophobes. this one's for the "master race": my brown-power ass in your white-power face! kill them all and let a no
Od sort 'em out!
more free lyrics
|
9. _ Rio De San Atlanta, Manitoba
Our cities seem to function quite the same: sweeping ghettos under one big rug makes them easier to contain, so the upper-middle class can sleep (or shop in peace) and convince themselves that &
Trickle-down" will solve this poverty. yes, murderers walk our streets and their weapons are their pens, desks, policies and p.r. campaigns (fed by the spoils of war) against the "lazy
Ftless" populations of the poor. this system cannot be reformed... (so how about we try something different?)
more free lyrics
|
10. _ 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 an
Tes (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
St 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
Rass 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 meaning
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 co
Ould just "make the economy s
Cream" until we vote responsibly.
more free lyrics
|
11. _ ...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
Hese 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 "cla
R"? 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... absolutel
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 restrain
E 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 con
Us. can you fucking believe this? what a stupid w
Orld. fuck this bullshit display of class-loyalties. the media and "our" leaders wrap it all up in a flag- their fucking shit-rag. hooray!
more free lyrics
|
12. _ Less Talk, More Rock
I'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 spelli
T 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
Ck 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
Ou dance to this, then you drink to me and my sexuality. with your hands down my pants by transitive property.
more free lyrics
|
|
|
I Album [+ Tilføj +] |
dette album har ingen video. Du kan tilføje ved at klikke på nedenstående link.
[+ Tilføj en video +]
|
|
|
|
|