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I feel like some angry teenage kid for posting this, but this song is just as relevant as it was when it originally came out. And I’m angry. The entire set of lyrics are pasted below because there are just too many gems to only go with an excerpt. (I apologize for hogging up dashboard space)
Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night I couldn’t wait I headed straight for the Capitol Mall My heart began to pound Yahoo! It really exists The American International Pictures logo
I looked up at that Capitol Building Couldn’t help but wonder why I felt like saying “Hello, old friend”
Walked up the hill to touch it Then I unzipped my pants And pissed on it when nobody was looking
Like a great eternal Klansman With his two flashing red eyes Turn around he’s always watching The Washington monument pricks the sky With flags like pubic hair ringed ‘round the bottom
The symbols of our heritage Lit up proudly in the night Somehow fits to see the homeless people Passed out on the lawn
So this is where it happens The power games and bribes All lobbying for a piece of ass
Of the stars and stripes of corruption Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American When we’re too stuck up to learn from our mistakes Trying to start another Viet Nam Whilke fiddling while Rome burns at home The Boss says, “You’re laid off. Blame the Japanese” "America’s back," alright At the game it plays the worst Strip mining the world like a slave plantation
No wonder others hate us And the Hitlers we handpick To bleed their people dry For our evil empire
The drug we’re fed To make us like it Is God and country with a band
People we know who should know better Howl, “America riles. Let’s go to war!” Business scams are what’s worth dying for
Are the Soviets our worst enemy? We’re destroying ourselves instead Who cares about our civil rights As long as I get paid?
The blind Me-Generation Doesn’t care if life’s a lie
so easily used, so proud to enforce
The stars and stripes of corruption Let’s bring it all down! Tell me who’s the real patriots The Archie Bunker slobs waving flags? Or the people with the guts to work For some real change Rednecks and bombs don’t make us strong We loot the world, yet we can’t even feed ourselves Our real test of strength is caring Not the toys of war we sell the world Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms Old glory for a blanket As you suck on your thumbs
Real freedom scares you 'Cos it means responsibility
So you chicken out and threaten me
Saying, “Love it or leave it” I’ll get beat up if I criticize it You say you’ll fight to the death To save your worthless flag
If you want a banana republic that bad Why don’t you go move to one But what can just one of us do? Against all that money and power Trying to crush us into roaches?
We don’t destroy society in a day Until we change ourselves first From the inside out
We can start by not lying so much And treating other people like dirt It’s easy not to base our lives On how much we can scam
And you know It feels good to lift that monkey off our backs
I’m thankful I live in a place Where I can say the things I do Without being taken out and shot So I’m on guard against the goons Trying to take my rights away We’ve got to rise above the need for cops and laws
Let kids learn communication Instead of schools pushing competition How about more art and theater instead of sports?
People will always do drugs Let’s legalize them Crime drops when the mob can’t price them Budget’s in the red? Let’s tax religion
No one will do it for us We’ll just have to fix ourselves Honesty ain’t all that hard Just put Rambo back inside your pants Causing trouble for the system is much more fun
Thank you for the toilet paper But your flag is meaningless to me Look around, we’re all people Who needs countries anyway?
Our land, I love it too I think I love it more than you I care enough to fight
The stars and stripes of corruption Let’s bring it all down! If we don’t try If we just lie If we can’t find A way to do it better than this Who will?
If you like drone, then check out this post over at Complicated Dance Steps. Here’s the description:
Still-moving loops repeat and build themselves in deep washes of aural hallucination. steve is known for his work in ohio synth-drone unit emeralds. like the other output from the emeralds crew, it is hard to believe that today’s best synth music is being made by twenty year old dudes from the cleveland suburbs, but they seriously just have it figured out. steve’s smooth and densely layered drones, heavy in kraut influence, are as huge as any of his contemporaries and as rich as his predecessors. vocal incantations reminiscent of “way their crept” era grouper place steve’s compositions on another level. deeply thoughtful and knowledgeable zones floating in and out of reality.