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Mutual friends 1
There was nothing even remotely romantic about this. No tear-jerking story second hand, the fruit of education or genetics. So what was so darn romantic that I put aside all my convictions? Reliable and mutually reassured of our consistency. But your defense contradicts what they (as you say) you believe. Because what the fuck is a "friendly" and trapping in the torture of animals, nell'antisindacalismo 2 in sexism? It is not strange that you call most?
The song of crap 3
I hide in my room like a fucking coward (what? Please kill me). The last 18 months, I speed past the last eight long hours. It's amazing that in the end you are able to recover. I laughed, I cried (well I tried, but I laughed again.) Who the fuck is a caricature as a friend 4 ? It's something so fucking stupid. I'm scared and insecure just like you (maybe twice). And I really wonder what you thought of me. A close friend? An asshole bully or just a hobby? It is a way to apologize, but only treatment, because as we all know (and then just look at me - and it is clear) I do not need anyone.
Oka everywhere 5
The best thing I've ever seen on television was to the Sécurité Quebec cop who took a bullet between the teeth. I'm sorry, Ma'am Canadian, but her husband was a fucking pig (slain). But this song does not want to give a romantic version of the affair. He does not speak of martyrs, myths, heroes or burnings in effigy. 6 's about a native girl who gives out of his mind as he tries to keep intact a little 'respect for herself. Talk of Oka, a town the size of a fist, resisting, and the desire to react ... And the girls at work, still deny their racism. Invoke tolerance for everyone, but it seems that only the degree of racial insults both their size (and defines tolerance as hate). And there are 27 million "working girls" here. Imagine fighting for 500 years. Wow! How brave! How lenient toward white oppressors calculated hints of insurgency (all well-harnessed for his own purposes). A Oka this orchestra (tion) was broke. Oka she's fucked their rules to choose a future self-determined and I, for my part, I support ... And the smartest thing I've ever said is: "If a knighthood Kevin Kostner 7 is your means to achieve their goal, then the fight is dead." Because we believe that they depend on our approval?
Sure, I believe to be opposed to terrorism as any rational person, but I think if we are to seriously address the issue of terrorism, if we seriously address the issue of violence, we must recognize that it is a tactic and hence moral matter. Incidentally, the tactical issues are basically moral issues. They deal with the human consequences, and if we are interested in, say, decreasing the violence in the world, is at least conceivable, and perhaps sometimes true that a terrorist act decreases the amount of violence in the world. So a person who is against violence will not act against terrorism.
homophobes are just nervous because they do not fucking
Nothing that I say will change your little opinions. It's your clique and right or wrong, you will not be back, but you're weak. Equality is your buzz if all your friends agree, but freedom does not go out of fashion when it comes to sexuality, and then hate. I hope I live long enough to finally see the day when your sexually repressed hatred will be wiped out. It is as if, by building those defenses, was trying to prove yourself to be like everyone else. Waving your fist in the same way your fucking flag waving, and now I can prove it: you're not 'queer'. What a loser.
True 8
"They want everyone to think the same way
I liked until I heard you were gay
rock stars
preaches preaches preaches
rights for animals are just another religion
are just a bunch of fucking hippies
They used to eat meat when they were children, hypocrites "
Hi, here Jord of Propagandhi. Well, itching of lice aside, I would tell you to subscribe to 4zzz 9. I do not guarantee anything, eh.
Firestorm Fucking 10
I heard a song and I counted aloud two steps back, two steps back goose 11. Back to the first box, the one where we started, so I had a flash: what, Kristallnacht? What the fuck is your plan? Will not you please explain? I will not stop you from making your choices, but I refuse to consider you a voice in defense of anything that I have represented in the last 9 years 12. I defeated the education that had given me and I discovered that all that is worthy of being defeated is powered, built and sustained by fear, not facts. That said ... the meat is still murder. Milking is still rape. And I'm still as stupid as anyone else, but I am aware of my mistakes. I recognized a form of oppression, now I recognize the others. Life is too short to make it even shorter than someone else.
Song Laplante
Hey Hannah, how are you? I can, piece of shit punk rock? I can take some tape, piece of shit punk rock? Jord Hey, join the struggle of chickens, a sandwich is what you face, you piece of shit fat bastard?
Tagliola 13
All the answers seem to come too easily for you the word rhetoric is wrong. These questions obscure the things we need to see and the underlying simplicity of a song. I try to make them understand that there is a road. The attempts always fail to understand. She lies down and tries to talk. I guess there is no response to a kiss, therefore, are aimed back, tell me why we have to wait and see. Look back and sigh goodbye. We are always at odds, simply can not stand to see me free to fly away.
Laplante Song and Smith
Hey Hannah, how are you? You're the one I see licking dicks with Brad? Holy shit that you have hairy ass! A fucking hairy ass! Hairy ass! Jord Hey, how are you? Fucking fat piece of shit, I could throw your batteries in the trash immediately, and maybe I really do, or maybe not ... I do not.
White proud and stupid
's a good boy, loves his mom. He loves Jesus and also his country. It's a good guy, a white male working class. He loves the violence and also his girlfriend silly. That's enough for ... is enough to nauseate! I am white, proud and stupid, are much quicker than you kid (good rhyme), you do not know what is right, you're black instead of white and you have to be like me if you want to be free in my world. In my world. I can not believe what you say, really think this way? Every time you speak insights the human race from side to side. From side to side. The first generation with the racial segregation (not I know / boh) turns in his grave. Aryan skinheads and pollute our land: Screwdriver (dead), White Pride (divided) and warzone (not nazis) 14 and other nazi bands, are a mass of hot heads'froci-mache ', nationalist buffoons, and do not even know what the fuck they sing. I will never be white, proud and stupid, I'm not quicker than you kid (good rhyme), and we both know what is right, there's never just black and white, do not be like me, you're always free in my world, my world. The first generation with the racial segregation ...
Nice day
Beautiful day in River Heights 15 , beautiful day for your skateboard and your bike, beautiful day in your nice little world, pretty tough day for boys and girls submissive, a good day for you discover that the government is rubbing. He observes everything you do. But you repeat to yourself that you are immune to their eyes and that rules are rules and the system is fine and good, but with phones and cable magic mirrors watching you for 20 years and broken, set your laziness, (see to This next verse) you join and you adapt in this damn world is a fucking mess, but it's a beautiful day in River Heights (and down vibrato).
tyrants We are the Messengers of Satan
We invite everyone to raise his hands
is the solstice
Health!
legions arise We climb to the top
touch the sky.
pray that are
The wings of chaos
The screaming fury burns
gives us life
Come out, Come out
.
We are the demons
'Sons of fire'
Now is your moment
Live your desire
burning ambition to live wild
We are one, will not give up Rebels and never
proud.
Metal We are united and loud, we shall fight
Devastation, pure Hell Legions of the night
Next, raise those hands
We are the gods of black metal
Veno and fottua M.
You
with us until the end?
Courage
there behind you join too?
Come out! Come out.
Once our motto was "think, speak and act": a reaction undefined. The battle hymn, the mantra of a mind once distracted. But when the logic dissolves anger, (even inspired, but now informed), the "pigs" we have turned into caricature became far worse than we had envisaged. Measures of moral discipline based on the interest of a state. 18. They are not just isolated incidents of police thugs assholes. It's a fucking war machine that protects the interests of the owners.
Cardboard government 19
is that Fred and Barney Rubble 20 (please kill me) indoctrinate me into my house and try to make me believe that Mr. Slate 21 if the business goes bad on his throne: "Yeah boys, Mr. Slate has bigger problems than we had imagined, and a man like him deserves respect and your respect only" . Indoctrination to keep you in your place, brainwashing to enslave the human race. Do you take when you're young and you have forever (you fell as a child? Why not have much brain - Anthrax). 22 A portrait of the government, an evil that we face (and replace), you've convinced me that I am a working-class nobodies (and proud of it!) And that the minimum wage in this cage was controlled by I always do the best I can. Do only what I am told until they are too old to lift my destroyed, twisted carcass out of bed. I must not take sides, but only orders, until I'm dead.
Gambling 23
Your hips sway and your eyes say that you need two players 24 for the match in which six committed, and I might want you, but I need you more and you will not sleep in my bed. He looked like a dead end. Seven years seven to sing for this country 25, instead of the Raven or Venom, 26 because your god was dead then and never came back, and I do not think about him. Yeah, it's a gamble when scald your fingers the last time you've flown and bled, and the shadows that round jets will still be there when the sun will be dropped. You're like a carnivorous plant, just turned 20 years 27. And there's a big chance as a trade union bureaucrats who want to live the life that is not what you have before. There 's more chance in a brain cell than in any hotel in Las Vegas, and you can not find anywhere the race director.
28 Bent (Sudden Impact cover)
The weight is on your shoulders big, too long repress these impulses. Are you tired of behaving the right way: it is wrong for you but it is right for them. These pulses inside you get stronger and stronger until one day it happens: explode. Why the fuck you wear that mask and pretend to belong to the group? It is always the same story, but this time in another way. Your life is controlled by the rules of altri.Scordatelo beautiful, be yourself, it's good to be bent. Not a chance. Fuck the straightedge, folded.
I wake up in the morning feeling exhausted fucking shit I have to go to school! I do not think to make it, I do not think that will hold up. What the fuck will not only warm knife 30 to household acids and mix in science? Wait a minute! No, the "narco" 31 is staring at me, it's time to hide back there, where to play with real guns, selling doses than before. 32 Force kid, try it. Degrassi jr. High.
"Knowledge dispels fear. "Yes, I hear you loud and clear, but make sure it came from. It is a reliable source or is it been brought up to strength in this secret program? Obey all day and come back from lunch by one o'clock. Not you can erase the damage done. Your knowledge is a bullet in their gun. We have trained well, they have destroyed any remaining brain cell with their methods, 10 to 1. Little man, this is your number, these instructions are to serve the secret program, I am dumb.
letter of resignation
takes a dry ballpoint, lemon juice and water, she writes in his diary with invisible ink. In the kitchen of the basement studio, there is a certain desire for certainty, you know that we will not ever touch your fingers with his childhood home on the photos he took. Another omission from a history book in high school; entire lives are cut off and set aside. Who interest ... this is to inform you ... yours, Sincerely ... There is a bus leaving in half an hour. I do not want to take you where to go really. So she sits there with his luggage next. In the empty stations of our empty lives. Take a broken bottle, take unas exposed beams, oppre take a needle and a spoon oxidized. Or just talk to get rid of another unheard statement in another dying afternoon. She says she will go away soon. Enough with the ten-hour shifts and fake sympathy. Farewell to piles of bills, invoices to be paid. All packed and thrown to the wind like a flag. Wake up and make the case ... "I think it's like to be always wrong, go home from work, sick and permanently in that light, that makes you forget how to feel good. In our lives we never knew what it means to feel good. I would like to return home from work I enjoy doing and that it was useful for everyone, as it would if I were looking houses and roads and the air, knowing that they are in tune with us and not against us, as it would if we knew that powers of this country moves to ensure us and to all people, as it would be, how we feel and think and what we would create? "
Four more years of war is peace, Ignorance is Strength and Slavery is freedom. Four more. May all your interventions be "Humanitarian." Four more years of policy , power and influence pay 36 . Four more years of legalized corruption and enslavement the interests of corporations. 37
So vote for Tweedledee or Tweedledum, a frame is ready for you to debate properly restricted by courtesy of the ultra-rich, media and filter out any voice that dares to challenge their power (like Nader , 38 hunted by troops in Boston because the State does not speak in favor of the oil magnates and bankers, whose pursuit of happiness and freedom requires a rhetoric of fear, to act as a litmus test for the legal heirs the false war on drugs, invented the rogue states of perpetual war economy).
I feel less hopeful and less human, less as they are not able to help but smile for the embassy bombings 39 while liars are preparing the ground for another four years ...
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MUTUAL FRIEND
Was there nothing remotely romantic about it. no hand-me-down sob-stories, Either nurtured or genetic. What Was I so goddamn important that i felt i HAD to shelve Each and Every One Of My Convictions? Mutually secured and reassured of our consistency. but your defence rejects what (you claim) you believe. because what the fuck is so "sociable" about animal-confinement and torture, union busting, sexism and isn't strange how you don't call anymore?
UTTER CRAP SONG
I hid inside my room like a fucking coward (what? please kill me). the past eighteen months flashed before me in the last eight long hours. it was amazing you finally got a rise out of me. i laughed, i cried (well i tried, but i laughed again). who the fuck needs a caricature to be their friend? it's so fucking stupid. i'm just as scared and insecure as you (maybe even x2). and i wonder what you really thought of me. an intimate friend? a loud-mouth jerk or just a novelty? this is not an apology, just therapy, cuz as we all know (and apparently), i don't need anybody.
OKA EVERYWHERE
the best thing i ever saw on tv was that s.q. (securite quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. condolence, madame canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig. but this song's not about some romantic account of history. it's not about martyrs or mythos or heroes or burnings-in-effigy. it's about a native kid flipping her lid just trying to keep some self-respect intact. it's about an oka the size of a fist in resistance and a will to fight back... and the girls at work, they still deny their racism. they claim tolerance for all. but it seems the degree of (only) racial slurs is their gauge (and it defines tolerance as hate). and there's 27 million "girls-at-work" here. imagine fighting that for 500 years. and golly-gee! how valient! how the white oppressor makes allowance for calculated gestures of insurgence (all tightly tethered to their purses/purpose). oka had this orchestra(tion) aborted. oka fucked their rules to choose a future self-determined and i, for one, support it... ...and the smartest thing i think i ever said: "if a kevin kostner kavalry is your means to their end, then the struggle is dead". why do we pretend that our approval is upon what they depend?
TALK ON VIOLENCE
i think that, i'm of course opposed to terror or any rational person is but I think that if we're serious about the question of terror serious about the question of violence, we have to recognize that it is a tactical and hence moral matter. incidentally, tactical issues are basically moral issues. they have to do with human consequences and if we're interested in let's say diminishing the amount of violence in the world, it's at least arguable and perhaps even sometimes true that a terroristic act does diminish the amount of violence in the world. hence a person who is opposed to violence will not be opposed to that terroristic act.
HOMOPHOBES ARE JUST MAD CUZ THEY CAN'T GET LAID
Nothing i can say will change your little mind. It's your clique and right or wrong you won't be left behind, but you're weak. Equality's your trip when all your friends agree, but freedom's just not hip when it's of sexuality, so you hate. I hope I live to see the day when you sexually repressed hatred is finally washed away. It seems that you're trying to prove it to yourself--build up those defences, you're just like everybody else. You wave your fist like you wave your fucking flag and you'll prove it to me now: you're no 'fag'. But that's fucking weak.
TRUE
When i've had enough, i'll get a pick-up truck and drive away. i'll take my last 10 bucks just as far as it will go. yeah, sometimes i'm easily fooled, i take a painful step and get knocked back two. i do all i can and it's all i can do. true. and if i had the choice, i'd take the voice i got, cuz it was hard to find. y'know, i've come to far to wind up right back where i started. they tell me who i should be, but i'll never let you flickers make a mess of me. i do all i can and it's all i can do. true. one more sunset, lay my head down. true. one more sunrise, open my eyes. true. they'll talk you up, they'll talk you down. begin to doubt. your reasons seem very far away. yeah, and i'll stop breathing the day that i can't walk proud, rather walk away. i do all i can and it's all i can do. i do all i can and i do it for you. true.
TODD'S INCREDIBILY PROFESSIONAL STATION ID FOR 4ZZZ BRISBANE
Hello, this is Jord from Propagandhi here. Uh, besides the itching of my crabs, I'd like to say subscribe to 4zzz don't take this for granted, eh.
FIRESTORM,MY ASS
Heard a song and i counted out loud the two-steps, the goose-steps back. back from square one, from where we'd just begun, and then it rang a bell-but is this kristallnacht or what the fuck is your plan? would you care to expand? and i don't deny the choice, but I defy you as the voice of anything i've stood for in these past 9 years, i've conquered the nurturing and found that anything worth conquering is powered, built and backed by fear, not by fact. and having said that... meat is still murder. dairy is still rape. and i'm still as stupid as anyone, but i know my mistakes. i have recognized one form of oppression, now i recognize the rest. and life's too short to make another's shorter.
LAPLANTE SONG
Hey hannah, how's it going? can i borrow some records you punk rock piece of shit? hey jord, join the chicken-fight, is that a sub you've got in your face you piece of shit fat mother-fucker?
LEG-HOLD TRAP
All answers seem to come to easily, to you the word rhetorical is wrong. these questions blur the things we need to see and simplicity beneath a song i try to make her see there is no way. attempts at comprehension always miss. she lays her body down and tries to say. i guests there is no answer to a kiss so then you turn around, tell me why we have to wait and see. turn around and you sigh good-bye, we always disagree, you just cannot stand to see me free to fly away.
LAPLANTE/SMITH SONG
hey hannah, how's it going? is that you i see slappin' dicks with brad? fuck you got a hairy ass! a hairy fuckin' ass! hairy ass! hey jord, how's it going? you fucking fat piece of shit, i could trash your drum kit right now and maybe i will or maybe i won't-no, i won't.
WHITE PROUD AND STUPID
he's a good boy, he loves his mamma. he loves jesus and his country too. he's a good boy, working class white male. loves violence and his dumb girlfriend too. and that's enough to make me... that's enough to make me sick! i am white, proud and stupid, i am much smarter than you kid (good rhyme), cuz you don't know what's right, you're black instead of white and you gotta be like me if you wanna be free in my world. in my world. i can't believe what you say, do you really think that way? every time you talk you tear the human race limb from limb. limb from limb. the first generation with the racial segregation (dunno) turn in her grave. nazi skins and aryans pollute our land: screwdriver (dead), white pride (broke up) and warzone (not nazis) and other nazi bands, they're a bunch of 'fag'-bashing goons, nationalist buffoons, and, they don't even know what the fuck they're singing about at all. i will never be white, proud and stupid, i am no smarter than you kid (good rhyme), and we both know what's right, it's never black or white you don't have to be like me you're always free in my world, in my world. the first generation with the racial segregation...
FINE DAY
fine day in river heights, fine day for your skateboards and bikes, fine day in your cute little world, fine day for tough boys and submissive girls, a fine day to see that the government's got the drop on you. watching everything that you do. but you tell yourself that i you're exempt from their stare and that rules are rules and the system's fair and square, but with wired phones and two-way mirrors, they've been watching you for 20-some years, they regulate your idleness, (get a load of this next line) you agglutinate and acquiesce, this whole goddamn world's a fucking mess, but it's a fine-day in river heights (whammy bar mayhem)
STAND UP AND BE COUNTED
We are the tyrants Messangers of Satan We pledge you all Raise your hands This is the solstice Hail legions arise We'll raise the roof Touch the skies. Were praying for The wings of Mayhem to arrive The screaming fury burns Brings us alive Stand up and be counted, Stand up and be counted. We are the demons Children of fire Your turn has come Live your desire Burning ambition Were were staying wild We stand as one never denied Defyant and proud We stand together Metlallic and loud we will fight Devestation, pure Hell Legions of the night Come on, raise your hands We are the black metal gods V. E. N. O. Fucking M. Are you with us Right until the end? Come on right at the back You wanna be counted as well? Stand up! And be counted..
PIGS WILL PAY
Thought, word and deed once sloganeered: a reaction undefined. The battle-hymn, the mantra of a once unfocused mind. But as logic tempered anger, (still inspired, but now informed), the "pigs" we'd turned to caricature became far worse that we'd warned. Morality enforcement based on the interest of a state. Coerced into concordance and threatened into place. It's not just isolated incidents of cop-jocks kicking ass. It's a fucking war machine protecting the wealth of the employing class.
GOVERNMENT CARTOON
when fred and barney rubble (please kill me) indoctrinate me in my own home and try to tell me that mr. slate's got it rough on his corporate throne, "yeah, mr. slate, boys, has bigger problems than we've ever known, and a man like deserves respect and your respect alone" indoctrination to keep you in your place, brainwashing to enslave the human race. they'll get you when you're young and forever they embrace (were you dropped as a baby? cuz brains you lack-anthrax) a gov't self-portrait, an evil we must face (and replace), you've convinced me that a working class stiff (but a proud one!) is what i am and that for minimum wage in this state-run cage that should always do the best that i can. just do what i'm told till i'm to old to move my broken, twisted carcass out of bed. don't take a stand, just take commands until i'm dead.
GAMBLE
your hips are swaying and your eyes are saying that you need two gamblers for this game you're playing, and i might want you, but i don't need you and you won't sleep in my bed anymore. it seemed like a dead-end. seven years after seven to sing for this country instead of raven or venom, cuz your god was dead then and he's never been back again, and i don't think about it anymore, yeah, it's a gamble when your fingers burn from the last time that you flew and bled and the shadows that you walk around will still be there when the sun goes down. venus fly trap, 20 years now. and the chance is just as fat as a union bureaucrat that the life you wanna live ain't the one you're looking at. there's more risk in a brain cell than any vegas hotel and you can't find the pit-boss anywhere.
BENT
weight on your shoulders is heavy, you've been suppressing these urges far to long. you're sick of acting the right way: it's wrong for you but it's right for them. these urges inside you grow and grow till one day it happens, you explode, pretending that you belong, why the fuck do you have that mask on? same thing all over again, this time in a different way. your life's controlled by other's rules, forget it man, be yourself, bent's ok. no way. fuck straight-edge, get bent.
DEGRASSI JR. HIGH DROPOUTS
wake up in the morning feeling fucking burnt out, shit i got to go to school, don't think i can make, don't think i can take it. what the fuck am i going to do besides doing hot-knives in home-ec and dropping acid in phys-ed? wait! nil that narc is staring at me, time to my stash out back, where we'll playing games with real guns, selling dope to grade ones. c'mon ga kid give it a try, degrassi jr. high.
HIDDEN CURRICULUM
"knowledge dispels fear!" yeah, i hear you loud and clear, just take note of where it's from. a reliable source? or educated by force in this hidden curriculum? obey all day and back from lunch by one. you can't reverse the damage done. Your knowledge is a bullet in their gun. they've taught you well, destroyed every last brain cell with their methods, 10 on 1. little man, here's your number, here's your plan to serve the hidden curriculum, i'm dumb.
LETTER OF RESIGNATION
Takes a dried up ballpoint, lemon juice and water, keeps diary invisibly. In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite, there's a certain search for certainty, you know we'll never see her hands touch her childhood home in photos that she took. It's one more omission from a highschool history book; how whole lives are knifed and pushed aside. To whom it may concern...this is to inform...yours, sincerly yours... There's a bus that's leaving half an hour from now. It won't take her where she really wants to go. So she sits there with her luggage at her side. In the empty stations of our empty lives. Take a broken bottle, take a rafter beam, or take a needle and a tarnished spoon. All just words to kill off one more unheard statement in another dying afternoon; she says she's leaving soon. So so long to ten hour shifts and faking sympathies. Farewell to piles of bills, unpaid utilities. All rolled up and unfurled like a flag. Wake up and pack your bag... "It's like being sick all the time, I think, coming home from work, sick in that low-grade continuous way that makes you forget what it's like to be well. We have never in our lives known what it is to be well. what if I were coming home, I think, from doing work that I loved and that was for us all, what if I looked at the houses and the air and the streets, knowing they were in accord, not set against us, what if we knew the powers of this country moved to provide for us and for all people, how would that be, how would we feel and think and what would we create?"
WAR IS PEACE,SLAVERY IS FREDOM,MAY ALL YOUR INTERVENTIONS BE HUMANITARIAN
Four more years of War is Peace, Ignorance is Strengh and Slavery is Freedom. Four more. May all your interventions be "Humanitarian". Four more years of pay-to-play politics, power and influence. Four more years of legalized bribery and served corporate interests.
So vote for Tweedle-dum or Tweedle-dee and a framework of debate narrowed for you courtesy of the ultra-rich and a media that filters out any voice that challenges their power (like Nader bounced in Boston by State Troopers-Because he do not speak for oil-tycoons and bankers, whos pursuit of happiness and liberty Demands a rhetoric of fear to be Viable for the litmustest Heirs to the phony drug-wars, the trumped-up rogue-states, the permanence of a war-economy).
I feel less hopeful and less human As I'm Reduced To Nothing More Than Cheering on embassy bombings As the liars pave Their way through four more years ...
1 The protagonist tells a story of a girl who thinks otherwise. For the love puts aside his convictions, but also because of differences argue (and perhaps leave?).
3 The protagonist is in crisis (perhaps due to the popularity and the responsibilities that come with being a person with political views) and a friend consoles him.
4 "A caricature as a friend" is a saying, it means he can not be a friend because something would prevent that (the crisis? The public role? Do not know ...).
5 The Oka Crisis (1990) was a violent dispute that pitted the Canadian government and a group of Mohawk activists near Montreal, who were protesting against the expansion of a golf course in the lands which they considered sacre.Negli died fighting a policeman, a wave of racist anti-native made his way but in the end, years later, the Canadian government granted more autonomy and apologized to the natives of past humiliations that the people had suffered.
6 "in-effigy-burnings" that custom is that, not being able to directly hit someone, you condemn publicly burning an effigy representing him.
7 may be an allusion to the movie Dances with Wolves . Note that the initials of "Kevin Kostner Kavalry" (KKK) are the same as the Ku Klux Klan.
8 M the text appears on the difficulties we encounter if you try not to be influenced by the expectations and opinions of the people ("tell me who I should be, but I'll never let you fucking mess" ), especially if you are famous ("I will exalt you belittled").
9 independent radio station in Australia.
10 "Firestorm" is a song by the metalcore band vegan / straight edge Earth Crisis.
11 "I counted aloud two steps back, two steps back goose" means "goose step" is a military march, I think it is a way of saying that the song of Earth Crisis (which is criticized in this text, which is a kind of response) is too extreme and ends up being counterproductive on topics like veganism and environmental protection.
12 "I refuse to consider you a voice in defense of anything that I have represented over the past 9 years ": that is, refuses to consider the Earth Crisis spokesmen of values \u200b\u200bthat he shares (such as veganism, in fact).
13 Also this song is about (with references too personal to be able to understand ...) to a crisis of a couple ("we are always at odds, simply can not stand to see me free to fly away").
14 All far-right band.
15 District of the City of Winnipeg (Canada).
16 Cover of VENOM
17 speaks of awareness and maturity of the ideological context. The "pigs" I think they are powerful (as in Animal Farm, Orwell), or anything else poliziotti.Più them to explain where Propagandhi (as opposed to those who indicate only as an "enemy") that are illegitimate structures of authority that are used to maintain the status quo in a capitalist society or other tipo.Nei dictatorial regimes there are death squads we have the "pigs."
18 "Measures of moral discipline based on the interest of a state. Forced to harmony and threatened to remain in place "are phrases that describe (obviously critically) the system of oppression that lies behind the apparent western democracy.
19 This song talks about how the corporate propaganda can change our perception of the war in cose.Già Walt Disney was given the task of drawing cartoons Aniam useful to convince the population as it was right to pay taxes or how it was right to parteciapare War.
20 Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble, the protagonists of the cartoon The Flintstones.
21 George Nate Slate, the head of the quarry where Fred works.
22 Cit. the song "Caught in a Mosh" Anthrax.
23 description of a relationship (probably at the end) through the metaphor of gambling.
24 "You need two players: perhaps it means that the girl he is no longer enough.
25 "Seven years and seven singing" The girl could be a singer with whom he sang for 14 years (or maybe 7? 7 to head ...), or that otherwise has shared his car barrier as a singer.
27 "just turned 20 years" refers to the girl.
28 In the sense of drunk.
29 "Degrassi Jr. High" is a Canadian television series aired from 1987 to 1989. This song is a parody of the acronym.
30 "Doing Hot Knives" is a technique for smoking cannabis.
31 "Narc" (slang): "narcotics agent", ie the police narcotics squad.
32 course means: those of the first class, the first year.
33 What we teach can be a good way to keep us and our place, so it is important to understand what is the source of our knowledge and what may be its purpose.
34 am The U.S. intervened in many places of the earth to serve their political agencies capitalista.Ogni time seems to indicate its intervention on humanitarian grounds, save the world from the communists, to protect democracy (of course rigging elections in which people are forced to vote for conservative parties favorable to their Affairs)
35 Quote from "1984" by George Orwell.
36 The two main capitalist parties are both supported by several corporations that fund the party and then make policies favorable to their business.
37 The party financing is fully Legal.
38 Ralph Nader, U.S. politician and activist.
39 The bombings at American embassies, as has happened in Africa.
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