1. |
We're gonna Bern out
02:53
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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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2. |
Ruination
03:51
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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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5. |
Bernie Don't
05:00
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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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6. |
the Kremiln Sent Me!
04:33
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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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7. |
Nosediving in TV Land
03:13
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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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8. |
Guy Smiley
03:32
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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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9. |
Reviolet
03:14
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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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11. |
Falling from Grace
04:07
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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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13. |
Guerrilla Psy-ops
04:06
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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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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.
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