1. Voiceover
2. The Tyranny Of What Everybody Knows
3. Loser Of The Year Award
4. Cavity
5. Holiday In Cambodia (Dead Kennedys
cover song)
Voiceover
They don't even have to kick down our doors We
let them in with a smile and a thank you Media ingrained police state Our
fears create the cycle of reliance And if you think for one fucking second
That they're not bleeding you for all their worth Dig your grave now and
save them the trouble Tie yourself down to the fairy tales The Holocaust
will not be televised That is unless it becomes marketable In the market
of fear In the market of flesh and blood Sold to you by the new improved
Jack booted thugs We've lost direction Senses rot away Kneel and beg for
safety Just forget the whip marks on your back.
Around the world, and in America specifically, we are being subjected to a regularly scheduled program of fear and violence brought to us by a twin attack of the media and politicians who feed our fears on each other. Blacks fear whites, whites fear anyone different, and we all fear that which we do not know, even though, according to many studies, violent crime statistics are down. We keep adding more police and giving those police more and more power. We are trading our rights for the illusion of safety and in doing so we give the real criminals even more potency.
The Tyranny Of What Everyone Knows
The pooling of blood From your neck to the floor
Makes a beautiful trophy To parade and even the score Their words in stone
of persuasion in sound Fall on open ears And sewn shut mouth taught the
answers Ignored the questions As we vomit choke and die Truth is truth
is lie As history portrays this time Truth is truth is blind Their money
pays for the transcripts we sign Derailed from birth designed to serve
Everyone knows the solution to the problems We bought Credentials unneeded
decide for you The books are written our choice is proof.
We are taught that Christopher Columbus discovered America. From the American Revolution to the Civil War, history is written from the biased perspective of the power elite. From our birth we are told lies and myths and expected not to only believe them, but to worship them at America's false altar of progress. We must learn to question history and measure each "fact" on its own merits. (Please read Howard Zinns "A People's History of the United States" and/or Noam Chomsky's "What Uncle Sam Really Wants")
Loser Of The Year Award
Always had the dream Now I have the action Spent
my time hearing "this is wrong" Broken down disasters smoke filled empty
rooms And life of eye to eye to head to head You'll never understand what
this means to me Not for approval, not yours anyway Arrange by the numbers
Arrange by your casualty Defined by a submission to a common sense That
never had anything to do with me As friends are made and lost I always
look back smiling Never moved by struggle fate or cost I'd rather stay
a loser And laugh at common sense Then rely on safety nets and reminisce
As they struggle for mediocrity.
It has always been frustrating to try and explain why we play shows for gas money and sometimes less. "You drove six hours and got paid twenty bucks? What a bunch of losers!" Yeah, I guess we are. "You went on tour without getting any guarantees? You guys are idiots!" Yeah, I guess we are.
Cavity
Fall Kneel And beg Just try harder and you will
find The way to everlasting site Don't take this lite away It never did
you any harm Just when I thought I'd find my way Pagentry are all the same
Defiled and devine Self respect should never have to bleed from my Knees
Wait for something to happen Wait to understand I slip I grasp I always
miss in cycles Fallen angels Never fully gain control.
It gets difficult to remain positive in the face of, it seems, overwhelmingly negative odds about never affecting anything positively. Doubt sets in, then depression is coupled with anger, when even Maximum Rock N Roll has an interview with a band that spends several paragraphs talking about how lame Boy Sets Fire is and how they are never going to change anything. But then we got a letter from someone who we have affected or inspired to make changes within themselves in the hope that they will change the world. Change is natural and must happen. How that change comes and whether that change is for good or evil, is up to us.
Holiday In Cambodia (Dead Kennedys cover song)
So you been to schools For a year or two And you
know you've seen it all In daddy's car Thinkin' you'll go far Back east
your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five
grand stereo Braggin that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slums
got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will
not help you here Brace yourself, my dear... It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget
to pack a wife You're a star-belly sneech You suck like a leach You want
everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich But
your boss gets richer off you Well you'll work harder With a gun in your
back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your
head is skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you
can go where they get things done What you need, my son... Is a holiday
in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll
kiss ass or crack Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot etc... Where you'll do
what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul.
In case you were wondering, the Dead Kennedys
have always been a big influence on us, both musically and politically.
I think we all remember doodling the DK symbol in our notebooks at school
(some of us were punk enough to carve it into our desks at school). First
of all we did this song because we love it, and secondly because we are
sick and tired of the stupid separation in hardcore/punk. We all come from
the same place and we all have something in common; we have seen society
and we don't like it.