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SANDERNISTA!

by Coz the Shroom

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No more party bands  mob on our hands  Hello I'm Coz  Know who I am?  In the 80's  I wrote a song called  Mob on our hands!  Now check out this convention  It's 1968  The revolution had a sound track  It was really great  Well now It's coming back  All over again  Who knows when we will break the system  MC5, my friend  We're gonna Bern Out  We're not gonna fade  Yeah We're gonna Bern out  but not the way they say  We're Berning out of bondage  We're crafty and we're arty  We're gonna Bern right out of your  Backwards ass party  Someone made sure lots of people  Couldn't vote this year  Some one took our hope and tried  To bend it to their fear.  It seems they'd rather lose the race  Than lose their donor cash  Somebody's treating  Bernie Sanders votes like trash  We're gonna Bern Out  We're not gonna fade  Yeah We're gonna Bern out  but not the way they say  We're Berning out of bondage  We're crafty and we're arty  We're gonna Bern right out of your  Shady damn party  How does anyone know these days  What's going on?  Follow the crooked money!  They want a coronation  I say make sure they're "crowned" I say make sure they're feelin' pain  For keeping us down  No home here for progressives  On Koch brothers they dote  We don't need two parties  scrapping for conservative votes  We're gonna Bern Out  We're not gonna fade  Yeah We're gonna Bern out  but not the way they say  We're Berning out of bondage  We're crafty and we're arty  We're gonna Bern right out of your  Corrupted party  I've waited my whole lifetime  For a candidate like Sanders  A strait road to salvation not  a road that gerrymanders  I'm sick to death of old machines  archaic who just pander  A revolution's what you get  When you kick up our dander  We're gonna Bern Out  We're not gonna fade  Yeah We're gonna Bern out  but not the way you say  We're Berning out of bondage  We're crafty and we're arty  We're here to burn your  so called  "democratic" party  How does anyone know these days  What's going on?  Follow the crooked money!  No more party bands!  No more party bands!  No more political parties, man!
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Ruination 03:51
Ruination It's a spectator sport With nobody there to call foul There is no referee And cheering when there should be howls It's a game a dismay with the goal to pretend that it counts Don't you rile up my feelings and keep me from letting them out Ruination So you think that your fortune Entitles you to the throne And you sneer from the pulpit and isolate who stands alone There is no more Sabbath and god turns his back on your lies Don't you chain up my face and tell me to open my eyes Ruination From both stadium sides an invisible hand holds the bribe So it really don't matter Who speaks for the land and the tribe Giving every one plastic That everyone thinks is a jewel Don't you tell me to grow up And tell me I'm being a fool Ruination this is politics baby it starts strong and sells out this is purity daddy I'll kick and I'll scream and I'll shout and the pulpit is empty Now the TV is preaching a pout Don't you rile up my feelings and keep me from letting them out ruination Don't you chain up my face and tell me to open my eyes
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rock and roll means trouble well the blue bloods boil and bubble cause rock and roll means trouble and the music industry sells insipid pap All the elderly scowling prudes in their quiet outrage stew when a loud guitar and defiance turns up the heat well let’s go make some trouble turn their icons into rubble yeah let’s rock and roll let’s rock and roll well lets rock and roll cause rock and roll means trouble lets make the corrupted crumble lets rock and roll they want you dumb and tired and numb and uninspired to stay in your place and just accept the system rock and roll is the sound of rebels they say its music from the devil makes them mad when you turn the volume up to ten well let’s go make some trouble turn their icons into rubble yeah let’s rock and roll let’s rock and roll well lets rock and roll cause rock and roll means trouble lets make the corrupted crumble lets rock and roll Keep hearin what I’m yellin rock rallied up rebellin Joe Strummer and Wendy o williams made that count Rock and roll fires up the proles burn the steeples and flag poles and that good time commercial music dulls the souls well let’s go make some trouble turn their icons into rubble yeah let’s rock and roll let’s rock and roll well lets rock and roll cause rock and roll means trouble lets make the corrupted crumble lets rock and roll All the anarchists and punks Smell to stock brokers like skunks its the trumpet that musters up their judgment day metal anger and a 60’s vibe keeps the radicals alive Jello Biafra and Kieth Morris lead the fray well let’s go make some trouble turn their icons into rubble yeah let’s rock and roll let’s rock and roll well lets rock and roll cause rock and roll means trouble lets make the corrupted crumble lets rock and roll
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Out of the Wilderness a wasteland Before the empire times and imperial crimes Before the commons were decreed unlawful Home was where you built no grief or guilt No talk of deeds and title it was not so awful Then came the city and industry A monetary ministry The fall of natural history Decreed to force the misery Then came a concentration of Hoarded wealth to build up nations Never any consecration Time to find emancipation run to the wilderness of land Soon I must take a chance my people to advance And decide to forsake this world for isolation And defend my kin from caprice and chance Where no law or decree shall give me grief or despiolation For I am called to the challenge of survival And it resounds sovereign man’s revival A place to flee the end times arrival And start the seeds of a new world tribal But now the water has all been tainted A martyred world now dead and sainted I deem this mask of war come painted until the sacrifice has fainted run to the wilderness of land And they have poisoned all our bread and meat And in the firmament gathers a pall of heat They have taken the heart of the wilderness And turned it a wasteland What a terrible cheat that was spun through the ages The charred earth smote and our cities turn cages They have taken the heart of the wilderness And turned it a wasteland they turn our world a wasteland
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Bernie Don't 05:00
Bernie Don't they stole your nomination you didn't say a word you been mr. nice guy then tried to polish that democrat turd bye bye bird You tried to sway that party And get them further left You been mr. Nice guy but that's costing you respect millions of us left Hello empty jest I believed that you were chosen A once in a lifetime leader But you been nothing much but a a talking points repeater Don't you halfway meet her Don't be a walmart greeter Well maybe once in a lifetime has become the new norm Well maybe one more captain can come lead us through the storm If you refuse and won't come on, Bermie don't You're a rock star politician but your contract is a theft The polling says this country is already further left Since you signed it we're bereft What they deserve is a cleft Have you become a sell out or is this just some slick deception to call them out for who they are and throw the next election Until they face their harm Could you be twisting their arm? They've given you no power but the power of a dupe Has your lucky goldfinch just flown the winning coop? You must declare you won't They're only using you, don't! they stole your nomination you didn't say a word you been mr. nice guy then tried to polish that democrat turd bye bye bird Warning! Perezbot Malfunctioning! we must put fear of Donald Trump on the ballot so that we may continue to win without doing any changes or reforms whatsoever…
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the Kremlin Sent me I show you a secret that the devil tried to hide And the damning truth corruption Sticky fingers in the pie You say the Kremlin sent me And dismiss it all as lies All democrats are honest Any whistle blower spies Formerly a cynic politicians you now trust And without a shred of evidence All your skepticism hushed They say the Kremlin sent me And you never even blushed To be caught up in this ass grabbing Clutter in the dust And so what if its all true That Russia brought the story to you? Does that make rigging the primaries right? Spare me your partisan outrage There isn’t a spin job that sickens me more You feed them pure shit And they come back for more The Kremlin must have sent me So now nobody’s sure If the truth you berate Has a pulse anymore And so what if its all true That Russia brought the story to you? We live in a meddling Empire ourselves Spare me your partisan outrage I got bad news boys and girls did you know That foreign money backs both sides? Saudis and Russians have been greased like gears The same money the same sickness the same lies And our country topples new republics Puppets are selected War’s iron smelting Does anyone recall the United States Administration That cheated Russia and elected Boris Yeltsin? You feign indignation, our country attacked My country’s not your party And your slobbering hacks You say the Kremlin sent me And the crowd turns it’s back And you pick their pockets As they join the pack So two faced politicians are ok as long as they’re yours? Don’t you dare co-opt my outrage I can see through shallow whores You say the Kremlin sent me Act like I’m Trump’s main support Your manufactured outrage Gets you four year more And so what if its all true That Russia brought the story to you? Hillary Clinton had Russian deals too Spare me your partisan outrage I got bad news boys and girls did you know That foreign money backs both sides? Saudis and Russians have been greased like gears The same money the same sickness the same lies And our country topples new republics Puppets are selected War’s iron smelting Does anyone recall the United States Administration That cheated Russia and elected Boris Yeltsin?
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Nosediving in TV land If I could single out an enemy More toxic to the USA Than corporate donors and their money That enemy’s the mouthpiece of the state I’m not dumb I’m not dumb and I just wont come Can’t afford cable or their ads All your spin doctors, con artists, no one trusts these days Nosediving in TV land The media with sanctioned propaganda While real reporters getting jailed What’s that campaign fund spent for anyway The fourth estate is paid off and has failed If I was President I’d sign an executive order by my own hand look it up re-instate the fairness doctrine or you’ll nose dive in bullshit land I’m not dumb I’m not dumb and I just wont come Can’t afford cable or their ads All your spin doctors, con artists, no one trusts these days Nosediving in TV land If I was President I’d sign an executive order by my own hand look it up re-instate the fairness doctrine or you’ll nose dive in bullshit land If only we still had Wendy O among us To ride that schoolbus through a wall of television sets
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Guy Smiley 03:32
guy smiley I thought I saw lauren becall Hey Look, it's guy smiley Host of TV's most beloved game shows Like a wrathful god passing judgment Hey, guy smiley, tell the democrats what they've lost! Majority Senate Majority congress Governor's houses too! State Congress Mayor's races, Is any of this getting through? An energized young voter base a future winning coup Look's like you've lost everything but the popular vote, fine, true... I thought I saw Jim Henson's ghost oh so sad... chalky and downcast Voice of TV's game show host High out of his mind, yeah guy smiley Hey, guy smiley, tell the democrats what they've lost! Increasing high turn out, loyal voters A psyched up public too! More education and activism cause a clear voice rang out true! You also lost libertarian voters, crossing over for you If anyone could flush solid gold down the toilets, hey democrats, it's gotta be you! And you won't even admit you fucked up You can't even see how much you pissed us all off! I thought I saw lauren becall Hey Look, it's guy smiley Host of TV's most beloved game shows Like a wrathful god passing judgment Hey, guy smiley, tell the democrats what they've lost! Majority Senate Majority congress Governor's houses too! State Congress Mayor's races, Is any of this getting through? An energized young voter base a future winning coup Look's like you've lost everything but the popular vote, fine, true... Increasing high turn out, loyal voters A psyched up public too! More education and activism cause a clear voice rang out true! You also lost libertarian voters, crossing over for you If anyone could flush solid gold down the toilets, hey democrats, it's gotta be you!
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Reviolet 03:14
Revoilet Oh hell no, this has got to be a dream the jackass doubled down a losing team when is enough going to be enough? Leading with this uninspiring stuff You snubbed the grass roots and that will linger Smeared us held out your middle finger Playing horseshoes without a ringer Why can’t I get these assholes to vote for me? Why aren’t the assholes turning out for me? don’t bother trying to revive Suppressed the vote and cheated clear and plain Made mocking those objecting your campaign You painted us as crackpots and it stuck Then told us to support you? Go get fucked Its a robbery in broad daylight throw the mud till it sticks, it just might When you make enemies expect a big fight You revive it and we’ll revile it If you can’t beat em join em, that’s your play If we can’t we fight harder the next day You can’t just shove the genie in its jug Or sweep your lesser evil under rug Insult my intelligence, like the 90’s Speak in platitudes, like the 90’s Same old pandering from the 90’s You revive it and we’ll revile it Slick Willie, Janet Reno all that trash You think we don’t remember or backlash? Some stiff police state golf course deal rehashed The lobbyists have bought you out with cash You who laid low the people’s lion Try to win us with more damn lying We don’t resuscitate a jackass dying You revive it and we’ll revile it!
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THE DEATH OF THE GLORY HOUR Now comes the halting of my pen That weapon serving thinking men For now the darkness gathers cold Through coin of sweat and grist and bone Now baser weapon's thunderous blast No matter, then, whose wits are fast A jackal equal to a lion No courage and no new things trying For the man with the muzzle and the musket and the fire power Such is the man that wins in the death of the glory hour my country comes a viper's den through hollow creeds of boastful men who stake their claims on unearned liberty I ask them if there's any left for me For the man with the muzzle and the musket and the fire power Such is the man that wins in the death of the glory hour And death comes roughly hewn and cheap The clamor drones as bodies heap And some fall fighting melee's midst Their skills mean nothing, valor pissed And now the goons go on parade Their gumption shallow, a charade Their rights in stone, their false decree The right to kill with shameless ease For the man with the muzzle and the musket and the fire power Such is the man that wins in the death of the glory hour And in the land of valor's heart Are waste and ashes without art Without the glory fought and won Unburied dead beneath the sun For the man with the voice and the crown of the prophet's power Such is the man that weeps in the death of the glory hour I am the man who weeps in the death of the glory hour
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Falling from Grace Back in the great depression it was once so clear who fought for people or big business then we let down our gaurd Came the vultures with their worthless money stolen from the workers sold the world out for a profit and a grift standing here on hopelessness, where once the fires kindled what little power voters had co-opted lost and swindled abused we are and triggered spoon fed on vitriol opinions the poisoned crave the medicine, but linger as the minions too deeply in their comfort zone entitled pundits swagger we had a movement and a leader, now crippled as we stagger in a free fall in a tailspin falling on our face and the heroes we looked up to are all falling from grace the smug and nasty self absorbed psychopathic power seekers tried to break our spirit and its true that many folded the game so bent and twisted like the furrows of some hell the outcome and the sum of all our decaying shell Now many start to realize the lesson in this story we’re clawing at the coffin lids buried alive by worry all stretched beyond our breaking point to serve the greed of vultures the graveyard of humanity now wells to flood our culture while deals are made in ivory towers with laws too long to list the mills that once had fed us turning good folk into grist falling we are falling our death flashes in our face and the heroes we looked up to are all falling from grace anointed “her” strides blatant, dirty hands past the damned She’s been assured of victory, by those who sought her favor she’s unaware the rabble angers hell surges from its bounds in her hubris great rallies are pathetic distant sounds she ain’t aware that she is falling with her insular supporters cause there’s no bottom she can sink to the dead are free of borders her bleak machine that falls with her mistakes the plunge for soaring her tools, paid off lobbyists, grab what they are due for whoring Their plummet is unending and they’ll try to take us with them They’ve fallen from all justice grace and truth and humble wisdom the wild haired wizard we believed in falls on his face and the heroes we looked up to are all falling from grace falling we are falling our death flashes in our face and the heroes we looked up to are all falling from grace falling we are falling through the coldness of space and the heroes we looked up to are all falling from grace
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Serving the Master In this world we live in Too many settle for What is given To stay here we grovel And pay any price To dwell in a hovel Another day of serving the master Another year of stress and disaster Breeding more children I can't spend time with Who are taught to conform Cause they make really great grist Another day of serving the empire Another tree to throw into the fire Going through the planet like we got one to spare Gonna get a job and cut my hair But if I could serve a poison dish To all his household well then I'd wish To serve the master on a daily basis And smile as he chokes in his good graces But since I can't serve his just deserts I'll just slave for his pyramid and wear his shirts Choke down spoon after spoon of gruel Disappear in the crowd of work a day fools Another day of serving the master Another year of stress and disaster Breeding more children I can't spend time with Who are taught to conform Cause they make really great grist Another chance to step up as fodder Another day more sweat than water Serving the master is keeping him glutted And someday all pigs are penned up and gutted In this world we live in Too many settle for What is given To stay here we grovel And pay any price To dwell in a hovel
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Guerrilla Psy-Ops With a nick nack paddy whack give the dog a bone… The pen is mightier than the sword your sword’s not fit for the task to win a rebellion, overpowered and aghast With the pen we are more than equal to the task They hold up their pen and they try to pretend But all they really got is more paper I am no snake charmer to guerrillas I sing If only I could make your ears ring guerrilla psy-ops veteran of the psychic wars guerrilla psy-ops Now here is a weapon they can not defeat Ideas and thoughts that make shadows retreat We can brow beat the flies on shit away We have thoughts that are stronger than any of they A mimetic colossal no army dares strike There is no defense for the power of light I am no snake charmer to guerrillas I sing If only I could make your ears ring guerrilla psy-ops veteran of the psychic wars guerrilla psy-ops A little softer than gunfire a little louder than Gandhi How much of this can a real fighter take? I am no snake charmer to guerrillas I sing If only I could make your ears ring with my guitar!
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in comes the wilderness a wasteland the most profound of cynics of the last century could not have ever dreamed such ethical poverty such deep abasement total moral bankrupcy Adulterated currency of our democracy a power scheme well calculated corruption bold and venerated criticism subjugated Liberty exasperated in wilderness abandoned in loss of hopes once were granted no chance to judge the reprimanded no touch by touches heavy handed And time as worn us down made the best of us shrug Our comfortable illusions a seductive crippling drug When all the guiding steps are guarded by the shadow thugs Our demoralized leaders co-erced by the vain and the smug in wilderness we wander And lady liberty -- they conned her no time yet to reflect and ponder our chance to change things had been squandered But I know we can't reward the loser Don't let the erring be the choosers Don't spend our gas on driving boozers No evidence we misconstrued her And they have poisoned all our conversation Dissoaciative of our destination They have taken the spirit of the people's dreams And turned it into a wasteland What a terrible cheat that was thrust on the trusting Ideology smoulders on the flames of lusting They have taken the spirit of the people's dreams And turned it into a wasteland
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the Darkness Dove the darkness dove is out of reach the smoke of battle and costly peace with outstretched talons I beseech an olive branch to join the breech the darkness dove makes no reply It seems a vulture as earth dies It seems a rheumy sickly eye an ocean bed that's dead and dry It gains us nothing to implore He is not recognized no more It caught my heart and made it tore I'm sick and weary of its war return what you promised the darkness dove upturns dead trees pulls up old railway tracks like weeds his heart outworn with gutted grief to never find sweet death's release the darkness dove digs deeper graves and knows what path man's hatred paves his song no more a call that saves the noble-men turned pack of knaves our gates too fortified to breech our jagged shells pepper the beach a beach too old and driftwood bleached no lessons now too late to teach no more come a winging all hail the night the cold of winter's might gather the wind and darkness gather the rain and ice gather the dregs and dross-blow assembled in the night
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released June 20, 2017

bonus track is written, performed, and recorded by Neal D Retke, who retains all rights to his copyrighted material. Used by permission.

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Coz the Shroom New Mexico

NOW RETIRED TO BECOME A MONK AND FOLLOW THE TAO TE CHING.
Cassette artist since 1979, Former Austin punk rocker, (18 years in Austin Texas) independent recording artist, and part of the SUCKDOG circus from 1991 to 1998. long time performance artist, writer, and psychonaut. ... more

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