While no one in the band claims to be any sort of esteemed social
alone an extraordinarily gifted poet, we feel that HC and Punk, if it
mean anything, must be about more than just good music. Here is a
some of the things we've been yelling in your ear through all those
broken PA systems...
Although at times it might look like we're kept busy, Although behind
and counters we might seem like we're the dumb, complacent. Behind
counters or whatever for some 40 hours. You tremble when we show the
slightest passion. You want control but we won't sit down. You think
sale, but we're not fucking buying. We take what's given and we make it
own. We speak pigeon english. Don't Let Our Compromises Fool You. We
forgotten Who you Are. We Haven't forgotten What You've Done. We're
Tear Your World Apart! Inside, I think you know that something's
in a language you could never hope to speak. It's in a form of pigeon
that this threat is spoken. So listen up, this is the voice that will
Explanation: Compromise is part of life. Those of us who still live
'the system' must work jobs and make some concessions. Do not take this
our surrender. We will do what we need to get by. And we will remember
we want--the pigs are all going down.
We talk of law and order and demand it on our streets, while halfway
the world, we're bombing neighborhoods to hell. Then You attack youth
violent in all your news magazines. Self-serving interests covered up,
question why is to blaspheme. Good intentions, our interventions are
bloodless and pristine. The liberated cheer the victors (at least in
book history). While wide-eyed, battered, bombed out children "wonder
westerners are there."* You won't care who gets knocked down. Until the
they fucking rise.
Explanation: Mike and Scott Moore wrote this song together a few years
when the media and public figures were demonizing young people as
freaks, while at the same time, the policy-makers of America were busy
dropping bombs on civilian cities in Eastern Europe under the guise of
altruism. Ironically, this song seems more and more relevant here at
America as the--quite literal--war against the poor and non-white
to a new low and the Bush administration continues the same policy of
bullying America is known for best.
*thank you Naked Raygun.
EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH
Dear Employee Number 215386050598430:
You've Been Selected As Employee of The Month. We Apologize For the
Impersonal Nature of this Form Letter. Keep Up The Hard Work.
Explanation: Greedy fucks gording themselves on Human disIdentity and
unWorth. Resist dehumanization in the Workplace and beyond. (As an
interesting side-note, we returned home from recording this song for a
work-themed compilation on Old Glory Records to find out Mike's dad had
laid of for the second time in one year).
Your exclusion doesn't need to be proven because it's how I feel, No,
make me feel. From that first time, that "hold my stuff" line. How it
feel, no, how you make me feel. Is it my job just to hold your arm, to
and nod? Just a pair of tits, your waifish sidekick? That's how you
feel. So, with a pink ribbon on your birthday, you're made to feel it
your worst day too.
Explanation: Women--thank you for being patient with us and the punk
dominate. Men--let's get serious about respecting women.
HELLFIRE, BRIMSTONE AND CHAMPION SWEATSHIRTS
(A.K.A. There's A Young Republican In The Pit!)
Hellfire, brimstone and champion sweatshirts. Biblical parrellels and
religious moralization. Free thinking replaced with a 'natural order'?
Where's the resistance in this kind of thought? It betrays your need to
purify whenever you feel threatened. Fuck whatever's left of hardline.
single last crew and fanzine. Backwards minds in jock, thug glitz.
young republican in the pit. Your need to purify everyone who's not
you. Hellfire, brimstone and hardcore--what a stupid combination.
tough doing what you're told, you're just afraid of our better world.
Explanation: Given that most of the repressive and backwards morality
authority in our society comes from a religious foundation, it's
see religious, conservative and fundamentalist attitudes so prevalent
what's supposed to be an alternative underground. We don't need anyone
salvation or easy solutions. "Thou Shalt Not Have Fun"-- God, Old
"Mosh Hard or Die!"--Sean, Vegan Reich.
I APOLOGIZE FOR MY HUNGER
I apologize for my hunger, for my inability to relate to your world of
inconvenience and hassle when my world fits in a shopping cart. I
for my hunger, taking form in an open palm. For staling appetites and
Christmas, I apologize. I apologize for my hunger, my refusal to let
starve. For my stubbornness in simply existing and daring to be a human
being. For an apology--A Red rose on your pillow and a shit on your
Oh! Thanks for the charity, fuckers.
Explanation: Food is a right, not a privelege.
AND YOU SAY YOU OWN IT?
Fuck your ideas of what's hardcore, fuck your safe prepackaged shit.
your best selling, queer-bashing artists. Fuck this as a commodity. You
you own it when you say what is hardcore, or why we're hardcore.
movement, for you it's just 'moving units.' Fifteen dollar*,
T-shirts, glossy full-page advertisements, promotional 'one-sheets' of
coming soon, all toilet paper for me and my crew.
Explanation: Aggressive merchandising, savvy marketing and promotional
do more for keeping people's pockets full than they do for freeing up a
public space for art and discourse. Owning a Hatebreed thermos or a
Than A Thousand cell-phone don't make you a hardcore, just a target
"Back in my day" is subject to decay, lies done and dated as the dead.
the interest of their political agendas, they're prepared to return to
days that never were. Turning back the clocks, now halting progress.
to social ails that flourished all the while, now cite a basic moral
breakdown. Insisting that regression is the most beneficial way, but
in '2001 in 1930 was the same. They want it back. Put an expiration
the American dream.
Expiration: It's a popular, albeit erroneous, attitude amongst
class and privelege that we've have lost touch with the "good old
Conservative freaks like Attorney General John Ashcroft would even like
re-visit (and no doubt repeal) Civil Rights laws Americans gained
ago, while simultaneously gutting the rights of women, minorities, the
and aging. Think of how bad it is when hardcore bands try to rehash the
days of youth crew and multiply it by a 100. Yea, that's bad.
Every love song and "I love you," every "We can work this out." Any
ever trusting, for now, is torn to shreds. Whispered threats and then
apology--broke like a promise (broke like a rib). Any I know I sound
paranoid, I know it's my problem, I know it's my fault. And this is
something that I've imagined and it's wrong of me to make all this up.
that I want you to feel like I had to feel--like I had to watch my
back. And my reputation, my face and my sex and my heart. Every insult
every put down, every "Just wait 'til we get home." Every arm twist you
under the table while you smile and joke with my friends. I can't
what makes you do this. And I know I should try to see past my anger,
you need help. But so far, I haven't been able to find room in my heart
accept what you've done--only what you deserve.
Explanation: There's no excuse for turning emotional baggage into
abuse against other people. This is especially hard to see and deal
it comes from someone who's supposed to be a source of love and
a romantic partner or a family member. As a friend, brother, sister,
acquaintence, human being, don't let your reaction to this sort of
one of neglect. Every time he calls her a slut and you look at the
every time she's made to feel small, every time he smacks her and you
to his excuses, it gets worse. Be a good friend and a respectful,
There's a sickness in the class room and teacher's pleased with the
infection. Hand a shiny apple over to the new face of discipline--to
and control. What's lost in terms of creativity is a price gladly
for a drooling obediance and a system of raised hands and single file
in the best of the class this year.Instant relief is an instant excuse
n,o problems solved but the subject subdued. Frantic parents with
hands will grasp at whatever random solutions are offered presenting an
and cost efficient solution to the many inconveniences of the unhappy
And while a nervous calm hangs with all the integrity of a frayed
least this way a solution has been found and the neighbors won't talk.
as a dose, the priority is parent's convenience and not child's pain.
s no easy solutions for what's not manufactured or sold on the shelves.
it's on your tongue, controlling thoughts under the guise of your
they gave you something would you take it? When they give you something
you take a dose?
Expiration: The abuses of behaviour-modifying drugs are well-documented
as American as apple pie and heartattacks. Chemical treatment for young
people who fail to fit into the postcard image of the American family
irresponsible, deplorable, dangerous--and increasingly popular.How many
your peers are prescribed drugs to control their behavior?
(At Beau's request, we have included this alternative perspective to
important issue: "i'm not crazy... you're the one that's
A STUDY IN ELITISM
When the last state is smashed and all the systems have been up'd; When
last pig's been shot and the last politician hung; When you've
final mall, spraypainted on every wall, where will fault be laid to
With every slogan satisfied, how many patches will be realized as mere
compliments to a form of dress? Does their corruption just excuse such
sided point of view, if, while they're fucking people over, you're too
to tie your shoes. The blame has been shifted so many times. Gagged is
suggestion that the fact is the fault just may come from inside.
Explanation: Political and social ideologies based soley on
patches and catchy slogans, a weak rebellion doth make.
GOOD COP, BAD COP
(*don't worry, it's not a all-cops-are-bastards song)
Who's Gonna Witness for the Good Cop? Who's Gonna Witness for the Bad
Who's Gonna Make A Million Dollar Motion Picture? Who's Gonna Pay a
Dollars just to see it? Who? You.
Explanation: This is about being fed shit for entertainment and still
happy to wait in line to pay for more of it. This is about what's on
what's on your radio, what's in your magazines and your movies. The
had a saying about keeping the unruly masses in line. Give them Bread
Circus and they won't raise a fuss. Today, our bellies are full and our
and ears are busy, but our heads are fucking empty. So stay tuned,
soon, after the break,...etc.
(*avoid any movie where a large explosion is followed by the line, "I'm
old for this shit." also watch for