Member Since: 03/04/2006
Band Website: none yet, too lazy
Band Members: I write all the lyrics and all the music except "Benzos and Cathode"- music by Mike Ratcliffe, lyrics- me. And I obviously do all the vocals and give the girls Cambodian Breakfasts. And sometimes I give them a Bird Fergatin.
Influences: wealthy vampires
with the cold hands of executioners
execute
executive decisions
determined to destroy
what 1 million women, children, and men
1910
died, drowning in the rage of battle.
mothers, half naked
infants clutching thier necks
running frantically
tripping over the bodies of their sons
teeth gnashing
swinging machete
spitting blood and mud, and screaming:
land, and liberty!
were erased.
buried and burned
along with the memory of the dead
along with the ejido.
with the smooth stroke of a pen
and with the ghost of Nixon present in their eyes
they smiled.
and pronounced the omnipitence
of the free market
the profits of profit
extending the scurge of columbus and pizarro
the freedom to buy things you can never afford
the freedom for indians to buy corn that once flourished overgrown in their backyards
the freedom to die of curable disease
the freedom to watch their children's stomachs swell and burst
the freedom to starve and die
without land
or liberty
but Ramona, with eyes of obsidian
peering through her blood and sweat drenched mask
darding, unseen
changing direction with the swiftness of a bird
through the shanty's of the canyon
with every coyote, every insect, every phylum of life
urging her, propelling her forward.
the leaves and branches of the forest
part for miles, clearing her path
the voices and screams of the dead beneathe her feet
echo in the deepest chasm of her soul
hurling her, toward the city
history surging through her veins
pulsing through her fingers
hurling her, towards the city
she caresses her trigger
and the words of magome fulfil her being
and with each shot she fires, she affirms her movement
saying:
enough! enough!
no!
I will see my own blood flow
before you take my land...or my liberty
Sounds Like: I aim war at war
A pen with the force of a bomb
A voice with the wrath of an AK
Words that would make Marx's ink dry before it hit the page
Another slave kept in Darfur so an American girl can buy an Iphone
The same girl who asked her boyfriend for diamonds
The ring sits on her finger now
The rock is the price of 20 lives in Sierra Leone
And a journalist in Libya
Mothers separated from children for her rock
Mothers murdered in front of children for her rock
Children's bellies, empty and decayed
Fragile, waning, withered and afraid
The American girl turns the other way
Something of genocide in Congo on the TV
She turns it off to read Twilight
She twirls the ring around her finger as she reads
While Mother Earth spits blood in her face
She swallows
Her heart is blacker than the oil of 21 GB's in Saudi Arabia
The new Persia- Iraq, Iran- she sees it well
This is the war she sees
Nothing of the wars she has funded
Nothing of the murders she helped commit
Nothing of the slaves she kept from freedom
She can now sleep in her warm bed
And twirl the ring around her finger
Around her finger
I spit up blood to the thought of her
She has the face of every American
She has the eyes of every American
Every American but me
Every American but us
Who will lose? Because it's not her
Who will lose? Yes, who will lose?
Only me and only you
~J.Ratcliffe
Record Label: shit, what's that label we're starting Chris?