your turn...Sweet child in time you’ll see the line
The line that’s drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If you’ve been bad, lord I bet you have
And you’ve been hit by flying lead
You’d better close your eyes and bow your head
And wait for the ricochet
20 years ago, the Dead Kennedys wrote:Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair!
Flame up the herb!
Woof down the beer!
*click*
Hi
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go
My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated mindless garbage
So don't create
Be sedate
Be a vegetable at home
And thwack on that dial
If we have our way even you will believe
This is the future of rock and roll!
How far will you go?
How low will you stoop?
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill
You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation
Making sure nothing's left to the imagination
M.T.V. Get off the air!
See the latest rejects from the muppet show
Wag their tits and their dicks
As they lip-synch on screen
There's something I don't like
About a band who always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesn't care
M.T.V. Get off the air!
And so it was
Our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25
"It's the new frontier," they say
It's wide open, anything can happen
But you've got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer
When you're too god-damn conservative
To take real chances.
Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all the shots at giant record companies now
The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty
Forget creativity
"The dumbest buy the mostest"
That's the name of the game
But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?
M.T.V.—Get off the air!
NOW!
Pink Floyd, some 30 odd years ago.Money, get back.
I’m all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it’s a hit.
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit.
I’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a lear jet.
I wonder if indentifying who wrote that was needed...HelgeG wrote:Pink Floyd, some 30 odd years ago.Money, get back.
I’m all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it’s a hit.
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit.
I’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a lear jet.
slaintetommy gun
you aint happy less you got one
tommy gun
aint gonna shoot the place up
just for fun
maybe he wants to die for the money
maybe he wants to kill for his country
whatever he wants ... hes gonna get it
tommy gun
you better strip it down for a custom run
tommy gun
waiting in the airport till kingdom come
and we can watch you make it
on the nine o clock news
standing there in palestine lighting the fuse
whatever you want ... youre gonna get it
tommy gun
youll be dead when your war is won
tommy gun
but did you have to gun down everyone ?
i can see its kill or be killed
a nation of destiny has got to be fulfilled
whatever you want ... youre gonna get it
tommy gun
you can be a hero in an age of none
tommy gun
im cutting out your picture from page one
im gonna get a jacket just like yours
and give my false support to your cause
whatever you want ... youre gonna get it
boats and tanks and planes ... its your game
kings and queens and generals learn your name
i see all the innocents ... the human sacrifice
and if death comes so cheap
then the same goes for life
robslainteteen riot structure ankle deep in fear
babies lost in bellies and the oracle cant hear
a demon angel demigod blasted through the night
me and lucy lightning holding on real tight
an ancient lord in wonder rung upon my bell
i fed him with my nightmares and he ate my dreams as well
all london was in blazes burning to the sound
of deep galactic tragedies in stereophonic sound
a tempest teen of stature in gatsby hat and cloak
licked upon my lollipop but i didnt get the joke
as devastation mounted my wardrobes almost burned
the teens held hands on shifting sands and wonder what they learnt
structure
teen riot structure
rob
robGraham Parker: "Break Them Down" (1985)Tell me my life is about to begin
Tell me that I'm a hero
Promise me all of your violent dreams
Light up your body with anger
Now, in this ugly world
It is time to destroy all this evil
Now, when I give a word
Are you ready to fight for your freedom ?
NOW
Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
We must strike at the lies, that have spread like disease through our minds
Soon we'll have power, every soldier will rest
And we'll spread out our kindness to all who our love now deserve
Some of you are going to die
Martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide
I'll give you the names of those you must kill
All must die with their children
Carry their heads to the palace of old
Hang them, hang them, let the blood flow
Now, in this ugly world
Breaking the chains around us
Now, the crusade has begun
Give us a land fit for heroes
NOW
Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
We must strike at the lies, that have spread like disease through our minds
Soon we'll have power, every soldier will rest
And we'll spread out our kindness to all who our love now deserve
We are only wanting freedom ?
The missionary's position is clear (break them down)
Converting the savage Panare (break them down)
And purge them of all of their sins (break them down)
Whilst making funds trading jaguar skins (break them down)
The new tribe's mission and the lord (break them down)
Are gonna fit them with a vinyl spinal cord (break them down)
In the jungle in Venezuela (break them down)
Checked shirts, radios, barbed wire (break them down)
Ooh when they teach those savages to believe
We'll all be one step closer to world harmony
Break them down
They rewrote the lord's prayer (break them down)
And made the death of Christ the work of the Panare (break them down)
Nearby Darwin was hanging by his throat (break them down)
The fundamentalists were starting to gloat (break them down)
Losing their loin cloths as they gain ethnicide
All dressed in Western clothes and god will be their guide
Break them down
possibly one of the finest moments in british musical history
slainteim all lost in the supermarket
i can no longer shop happily
i came in here for the special offer
a guaranteed personality
i wasnt born so much as i fell out
nobody seemed to notice me
we had a hedge back home in the suburb
over which i never could see
i heard the people who live on the ceiling
scream and fight most scarily
hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
thats how its been all around me
im all tuned in ... i see all the programmes
i save coupons from packets of tea
ive got my giant hit discotheque album
i empty a bottle i feel a bit free
the kids in the halls and the popes in the walls
make me noises for company
long distance callers make long distance calls
and the silence makes me lonely
its not here
it disappeared
im all lost
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