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punkrocker
posted on 06-14-2001 @ 4:45 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Jan. 01
Don't Call Me White

Don't call me white, Don't call me white
Don't call me white, Don't call me white

The connotations wearing my nerves thin
Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in?
I understand that language breeds stereotype
But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite?

Don't call me white, Don't call me white
Don't call me white, Don't call me white

I wasn't brought here, I was born
Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn,
Does this mean I have to take such shit
For being fairskinned? No!
I ain't a part of no conspiracy,
I'm just you're average Joe.

Don't call me white, Don't call me white
Don't call me white, Don't call me white

Represents everything I hate,
The soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind
The vast majority of sheep
A buttoned collar, starched and bleached
Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows
They're so fuckin' ordinary white

Don't call me white, Don't call me white
Don't call me white, Don't call me white




I Hate Punk Rock
"How Can You Know Anything About Yourself Unless You've Beat Up A Retard?"~~Punkrocker
punkmocker
posted on 06-16-2001 @ 8:04 PM      
Hanger-On
Registered: Jun. 01
Dead Kennedys "anarchy for sale"

Step right up folks!

Anarchy for sale!
T-shirts only 10 dollars
Badges only 3.50
I nicked the design, never asked the band
I never listen to them either


Buy! Buy! Buy! from Circle A
Like hula hoops, it's a disposable craze
Another fast-food fad to throw away
Get your
Anarchy For sale
Anarchy For Sale
Anarchy For Sale


Sheep unite!
Get your cuddly boots and studs
Be sure to rebel in proper style
Rebel along the paths we pick
Out of fear of peer pressure we create


Hey you! -
Get those flyers off my wall
No commie peace shit in my boutique
No one here cares what that all means
Our
Anarchy For Sale
Anarchy For Sale


Our town sucks
Our scene rules
To belong you must buy into it
So we sold you metal spike bracelets


C'mon let's see a good fight


That's
Anarchy For Sale
Anarchy For Sale
Anarchy For Sale




This message was edited by punkmocker on 6-16-01 @ 8:12 PM
punkmocker
posted on 06-16-2001 @ 8:06 PM      
Hanger-On
Registered: Jun. 01
dead kennedys "chickenshit conformist"


Punk's not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
A close-minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don't matter, it's who you know

If the music's gotten boring
It's because of the people
Who want everyone to sound the same


Who drive bright people out
Of our so-called scene
'Til all that's left
Is just a meaningless fad


Hardcore formulas are dogshit
Change and caring are what's real
Is this a state of mind
Or just another label?


The joy and hope of an alternative
Has become its own cliche
A hairstyle's not a lifestyle
Imagine Sid Vicious at 35


Who needs a scene
Scared to love and to feel
Judging everythng
By loud fast rules appeal


Who played last night?
"I don't know, I forgot.
But diving off the stage
Was a lot of fun."


So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes
Again and again
Chickenshit conformist
Like your parents


What's ripped us apart even more than drugs
Are the thieves and the goddamn liars
Flipping people off when they share their stuff
When someone falls are there any friends?


Harder core than thou for a year or two
Then it's time to get a real job
Others stay home, it's no fun to go out
When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs


When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals
From New York metal labels looking to scam
Who sign the most racist queerbashing bands they can find
To make a buck revving kids up for war


Walk tall, act small
Only as tough as gang approval
Unity is bullshit
When it's under someone's fat boot


Where's the common cause
Too many factions
Safely sulk in their shells
Agree with us on everything
Or we won't help with anythng
That kind of attitude
Just makes a split grow wider


Guess who's laughing while the world explodes
When we're all crybabies
Who fight best among ouselves


So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes
Again and again
Chickenshit conformist
Like your parents


That farty old rock and roll attitude's back
"It's competition, man, we wanna break big."
Who needs friends when the money's good?
That's right, the 70s are back.


Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative
It just don't move me, ya know?
The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos
Do we really need the attitude too?


Shedding thin skin too quickly
As a fan it disappoints me
Same old stupid sexist lyrics
Or is Satan all you can think of?


Crossover is just another word
For lack of ideas
Maybe what we need
Are more trolls under the bridge
Will the metalheads finally learn something-
Or will the punks throw away their education?


No one's ever the best
Once they believe their own press
"Maturing" don't mean rehashing
Mistakes of the past


So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes
Again and again
Chickenshit conformist
Like your parents


The more things change
The more they stay the same
We can't grow
When we won't criticize ourselves
The 60s weren't all failure
It's the 70s that stunk
As the clock ticks we dig the same hole


Music scenes ain't real life
They won't get rid of the bomb
Won't eliminate rape
Or bring down the banks
Any kind of real change
Takes more time and work
Than changing channels on a TV set


So why are we
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes
Again and again


Chickenshit conformist
Like your parents




This message was edited by punkmocker on 6-16-01 @ 8:14 PM
MrQuotes
NO!!! You can't have any smiley faces in your status!!!
G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S.
Missile Command
posted on 06-16-2001 @ 10:39 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Nov. 00
AFI

Of Greetings and Goodbyes

Now ending discreetly, just like a hidden sin, as I go under please tuck me in. Make me invisible. This hidden explosion calls for a wandering cast with no direction. Enter all monsters let us twist another fairy tale. Go kill the lights, we'll glow till morning comes. I'll say goodnight and bow to everyone. Then we go under. The beauties are sleeping as fruit just rots away. Today go hungry. Let it begin. Make me invincible. There was a weeping I carried down today, a sigh worth keeping. Deep within divinity let's star another secret show. No need to worry it is just another monster. No need to fear here in the secret show. No need to worry I am just another monster. In you, I'll see me, in the secret show.




"Wearing apathetic displays
Sharing flesh like envy in cages
Condenscending
Not intending to end"-Dreamtheater


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