PROPAGANDHI
ALBRIGHT MONUMENT, BAGDHAD
RELEASED FEBRUARY 6, 2001"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 that lead 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 regime 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 death-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 Affluence 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 Independence, USA while 8000 miles from here (back in the Cradle of Democracy) it's another banner year for a cottage industry ñ a ritual at the corner of george and Constantine - as foundries scramble to recast his decapitated monument."PROPAGANDHI
ROCK FOR SUSTAINABLE CAPITALISM
RELEASED OCTOBER 18, 2005I fuckin’ love that one rock video where that fucking jack-ass mohawked millionaire prances around by far the worst sausage party on earth, where by mere chance he’s caught on film shaking hands with an incredibly diverse collection of patriotic skins. I like the message it sends: With a Rebel,, yell, Just Do Exactly What You’re Told. One million douche bags can’t be wrong? “When did punk rock become so safe?†You’ll excuse me if I laugh in your face as I itemize your receipts and PowerPoint your balance sheets. I hear this year’s Vans Warped Tour is “going green!†I guess they heard that money grows on trees. Hope they ship all those shitty bands overseas like they did the factories. Music’s power to describe, compel, renew … It’s all a distant second to the offers you can’t refuse. Anyone remember when we used to believe that music was a sacred place and not some fucking bank machine? Not something you just bought and sold? How could we have been so naïve? Well, I think when all is said and done, just cuz we were young doesn’t mean we were wrong. And I’ll rock back and forth on this two-bit hobbyhorse ‘til she splinters and gives way. I’ll tend the flowers by her grave. And whisper her name. If anyone out there understands can I please see a show of hands just so I know I’m not insane? Ever get the feeling you been played? Well, that’s rock for sustainable capitalism and you know, we may face a scorched and lifeless earth, but they’re accountable to their shareholders first. That’s how the world works."
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