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d.i.y. & (A)earth(E) -David Rovics BEHIND THE BARRICADES "Religions and prisons and races Borders and nations, FBI agents and congressmen And corporate radio stations They try to keep us apart, but we find each other And the rulers are always aware That they're the tiny minority And WE ARE EVERYWHERE"DROPDEAD: PROTEST Protest --- for the environment. Take a stand against the government. of the wasters and evil bureaucrats. Makers of the laws that hold us back. Racists who claim they love the black. A system that only stands for war. A country that helps exploit the poor. Rapers of man and land alike. Protest and make the first strike.Crass - Crutch Of Society Don't want to bury my head in the crutch of society, Perverted parent that takes my energy, Sucking me dry with your morals, your threats, Christ, your queen, your politics. Fucking hypersensitive, super realist humanity, I'm one of your super hybred community. Commutes the arsehole of economy. Watch out, watch out, it's all about, Reversion's setting in, and I can see you, Staring at me with your seizured brain, Trying to put me down the drain again. Well you're too smart, right from the start, I learned it well that the truth will tell, And you're done for, it's what the son's for, It's what the gun's for, it's what I've come for, You better run bore, you better run bore You better run bore, you better run bore You better run bore, you better run bore You better run bore, you better run bore Sin Dios - 1936

My Interests

smashing the state & organizing

I'd like to meet:

any bands, any people that are for d.i.y., (A) & (E)

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Heroes:

DROPDEAD: NO GLORY There is no glory, no glory in death Just the coldness of the grave And another child dies Another corporate banner is raised. Another battle hymn is praisedThere is no glory, no glory in death Just the horror of a race enslaved And as another politician lies Another starving third world family diesDystopia - Hands That Mold hands that kill mold illusions of peace their fucked up psuedo security destroy to give birth to technology to quickn the killin of yo and me and him and her blind. us humans think we are so smart creating challenges how. our sky bleeds in your hands its nothing build and build and build some more industry fucks nature like some kind of whore quest for invention intelligence gone too far sythetic environment were doomed from the start and i guess were all gonna die (my home) and take everything under th sky (is nothing... to you) skies they bleed infecting the land oceans they vomit onto the sand wind so foul, a putrid reek animals they scream in disbelief and i guess were all gonna die (our lives) and take everything under the sky (are nothing... just used) Dystopia:humanicide // humanicide black trees, dead seeds, dirt weeds how much longer do we have? humanicide human beings should have never evolved at all your heart... your heart as cold as the concrete that you lay your mind... clouded with the polution that you make hide... lies... from all of us, the ones you have chosen to die smother our earth, blacken our skies your quest for progess, convenient demise man... kind... to whom are you kind the peace that you mold is a lie, all lies our lives float rejected down the stream they are nothing, not you or me. Dystopia - Taste Your Own Medicine why are animals so abused? used as jackets, bracelets, and shoes cosmetics, and food, and cagd up in zoos i think it should be done to you kill furriers, rip off their heads grate their skin, eat their flesh break into a scientists lab vivisect the fucker, stab em to death slaughter your children like you slaughter veal i show no pity cos its just a meal to me i am smarter so its justified follow your logic and kill your whole family make them drink draino, lysol, and gas then shove electrodes straight up their ass eat malathion, eat DDT you made your bed, now in it you sleep your ehtics and morals, fucked up and stupid no value for life, unless it is human club you like you club seals lured and beaten, see how it feels your body stuffed, a trophy for all drink beer and laugh with your head on my wall brainwashed from birth eat death, wear death, oblivious didn't know, didn't care, didn't ask eat death, wear death, oblivious do you know? do you care? CONFLICT:MEAT MEANS MURDER I'm walking through the grey walkway of the city And through the brightly lit shops and supermarkets And I'm walking through the fields of the innocent Passing by the fairytale farm Balancing on the brittle edge of a short life That is ended by the knifeThe factory's still churning out, all processed, packed and neat An obscure butchered substance and the label reads "meat" Hidden behind false names such as pork, ham, veal and beef An eye's an eye; a life's a life, the now forgotten belief Yet, everyday production lines are feeding out this farce To end up on your table, then shat out of your arseYet, still you're queuing, and still you're viewing Sawing out limbs just right for stewing Carcasses piled up in a heap Sort, soft, juicy chunks from freezers deep Well, can't you see that that juice is blood? From newborn throats, red rivers flood Blood from young hearts blood from the vein Your blood, their blood, serves the sameNow you're at the table, sitting, grinning Sitting there eating, you never realise the filling It's served upon a sterile plate, you don't think of the killing The furthest your brain takes you, "is it for frying or grilling?" You moan about the seal cull, about the whale slaughter But does it really matter whether it lives on land or water? You've never had a fur coat; you think it's cruel to the mink Well, how about the cow, pig or sheep. Don't they make you think? Since the day that you were you born, you've never been told the missing link?As I'm gazing at the baneful products And from behind the bright colours and false smiles I can smell the lingering death And see the decaying skins Forth from the green grass The pungent smell of decomposing meat That penetrates the walls of the kitchen And from the red lorries on the black In unison with the red lights and the red juiceYet, still you're queuing, and still you're viewing Sawing out limbs just right for stewing Carcasses piled up in a heap Sort, soft, juicy chunks from freezers deep Well, can't you see that that juice is blood? From newborn throats, red rivers flood Blood from young hearts blood from the vein Your blood, their blood, serves the sameThe Sunday kitchen spills out the stench of the abattoir The butcher's blade glistening in the eye of the 'master' The deadened life of a baby sits upon the plate The spilt guts falling from the chute to the basting tin The carcass from the carcrash In the age of the train-direct from the gates of Sobivor(1983)