Don’t get stifled now!
Grab your paint!/
Grab your bandanna!/
Do it for your furture!/
Dissent for your country!/
If we don’t do it,/
Who fucking will?~
Dissent for the people!/
Dissent for the masses!/
If you want peace,/
You must act!~
If we don’t do it,/
who fucking will?~
They want to/
censor us!/
They want to/
stifle us!/
Act against!/
You gotta rise against!/
Protect our freedom!/
If we don’t do it,/
who fucking will?~
We have to rise against!/
We gotta rise against!/
If we don’t do it,/
who fucking will?~
Who fucking will?~
Who fucking will?~
All American Petstore
Everybody/
in the house!~
People be quiet/
guys shut up!~
They’re right outside/
I know what’s up!~
Pigs are here/
they want a fight!~
They’re in full gear/
they want bloodshed!~
We did nothing/
we’re just punk!~
They’ll kill us/
’cause we dissent!~
(Chorus)
Dogs of war!/
Fucking pigs!~
Savage animals/
on a loose leash!~
Government masters/
with their hormone injections!~
Their little pets/
fucking pigs!~
We are walking/
down the street.~
Keep your eyes/
to the ground.~
Keep to yourself/
don’t speak your mind!~
There’s a pig/
walking right your way.~
Nightstick swinging/
smile forming,~
He saw us now/
his bloodlust building!~
They’ll get us now!/
Just for play!~
Dogs of war!/
Fucking pigs!~
Savage animals/
on a loose leash!~
Government masters/
with their hormone injections!~
Their little pets/
fucking pigs!~
Dogs of war!/
Fucking pigs!~
Savage animals/
on a loose leash!~
Government masters/
with their hormone injections!~
Their little pets/
fucking pigs!~
Fucking pigs!~
Fucking pigs!~
Fuck those pigs!~
Some fucked up system!
Now I’m sitting in a class,
Just sitting on my ass!
The teache’ is/
Just spouting his shit,
it’s his/
biased little bit.
I won’t be sucked in to that,
because it’s the…
Fucked up system!
Fucked up system!
It won’t help,
If you don’t give a shit!
Fucked up system!
Fucked up system!
Fucked up system!
Now I’m sitting down on the curb (yeah)
but I’m not too/
close to the ‘burbs!
Up comes,/
some preaching piece of shit!
On the store t.v.,
But shit!
That ain’t MY fucking president!
Because it’s a….
Fucked up system!
Fucked up system!
It won’t help,/
if you don’t give a shit!
Fucked up system!
Fucked up system!
We don’t care, that you don’t care!
We’re just here, to change this shit!
Fucked up system!
Fuck the system!
Fuck the system!
Fuck the system!
Reason for not being here.
I’ve been writing quite extensively for the zine, “Nor-Cal Anarchy” recently. I’ve been getting and doing interviews with many different punk bands, done a few DIY articles, a few vegetarian recipes, and editorials. Basically, this means I had to give up on Harbinger.
I just simply had nobody else. I started with about 12 people, and I got down to 3. Did I give up that fast? No, I’ve been trying to get it back up for a few months now really, but with no luck.
I also discovered recently that there is a very popular anarcho-punk zine out there named, “Harbinger,” and they’ve been around longer and send out around 50k issues per. I’d have to change the name…..
Anyways, just an explanation.
It’s a shit thing.
I had the flu the past two days, and last night I went to my mum’s house since I needed some motherly love to heal my flu. She made me noodle soup, got 7up, let me pick the tv stuff, got me blankets. You know, stuff a parent should.
Before I went there though, I called my dad. Our relationship has been shitty the past few months because I’m such a failure at life and all, but I don’t generally hold grudges, so I was calling again hoping for a change from him, and at first it was ok. I made a few jokes about me vomiting and having to think to myself, “I need to chew my food better.” Things were going smooth.
Suddenly he just says, “So, are you in debt yet?”
Yeah, real subtle pappy.
We get into a huge thing. He calls me names, I explain to him how he’s being a total hypocrite. He calls me more names (people who are bad at arguing tend to just call names), and I tell him I’m tired of it, and I hang up.
So, I’m in a pissy mood, so I immediately call mommy for some cheering up. She acts like a good parent, and then she comes over and brings me to her house to help me out. I end up staying up all night alone in the living room after she goes to sleep around 1am, because I had pretty much slept the past 24 hours.
Around 11am, my dad shows up at my house to drop off my sister (who was at his house). He lives in Redding. Well, he waltzes over and has the nerve to ask, “Are you still mad at me.”
Since I’m snarky, I say, “What the fuck do you think?” Then quit talking to him. He starts demeaning me again, and telling me how I’m failing. I start out talking calmly, and saying I don’t want to hear anything he’s saying anymore (I was tired of smiling and nodding at his “reasoning”), yet he just builds up more and more. Eventually, it builds up to me and him yelling at each other, with my little mother sitting in a chair to the side saying, “You two should calm down and talk it out.”
I tell my mum I’m leaving, and she needs to take me home or give me the keys. My dad yells, “You show me respect!” So I give out the old-fashioned, “Not until you show me some respect first!” Creative, huh?
I tell my mum that if she doesn’t take me now, that I’m taking my truck and leaving (I don’t have my license anymore, so I’m letting my mum borrow my truck until I get it back). He is pissed, so he’s even dumber than usual, he yells, “That’s MY truck not YOUR truck! You’re not leaving!”
Ok, I got the truck from him when I was 16, and the truck has been in my name solely since then. Not his. Mine. The insurance is in my name. He hasn’t paid a cent into gas in these 3-4 years. He hasn’t driven it once. I don’t know where that thought of it being his came into his head.
SOoooo, anyways. My mother finally grabbed the keys and drove me home.
I got here, erased him from my myspace (DAMN! That’s some hardcore stuff), and came over to write this bulletin. I’m pretty sure I’m done with him. I’m going to cash out my last savings bond and pay my phone bill, and put it in my name (it’s in his name, but I pay it….don’t ask). After that, I’ll need to get my hi-hats for my drums from his place and I’ll be done with him.
Fuck it.
Estrangement is a shit thing, ain’t it?
Passion
When you feel this passion, a passion that’s unlike that of lust or murder, but just a sudden…urge. This passion just takes you over and stops your rational thought, but in such a small way. You promise yourself things. You swear to yourself ideals. You give your word to yourself that something will be done, or not done. Yet, it never happens how you want.
“Goddammit! Fuck! That bitch! I can’t fucking believe this shit! She tries to tell me I’m wrong! ME?!? Who the fuck does she think she is?!? I’m calling her right fucking now! I’m going to tell that bitch once and for all that I’m not putting up with her doing this shit.”
*Dials Phone*
“Diane! Is this Diane?!?”
*Muffled* “Dave? Is that you?”
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! You were right, and I was wrong all along!”
This is an example of likely the most common way it happens. In the passion of just simple anger, you promise yourself to do something, which at the time, seems of utmost importance. After, you totally forget. It’s gone. As fast as a passion comes on, it’s gone, just like that. Why? Why can’t it stay? That passion can fuel something great. That passion may force you to make the right choice. Why can’t it stay? Why does your mind play tease with you? Builds up this confidence, just to make you load the gun and shoot it down yourself.
To a person who can take control of this raw passion, and form it into something good, you have my ultimate respect.
