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Flux of Pink Indians

December 30, 2006

I am really REALLY wanting to listen to The Fucking Pricks Treat Us Like Cunts right now, but I only have it on vinyl and no phonograph, so I am settling for Strive To Survive, Causing the Least Suffering possible.

FLUX OF PINK INDIANS "Some Of Us Scream, Some Of Us Shout"

we're all conditioned to think ten tellies are better than one
and to blow this world up ten times is better than to blow it up once
billions spent on destroying the world while millions starve, where did we go wrong?
where did we go wrong? maybe you don't think that this is wrong?

we as one are saying
feed starving people
fuck your bombs

all through our lives we are shoved about
some of us scream, some of us shout
some of us complain, protest
while others smile in ecstasy
why is it accepted as the way to live
our bodies falling through one big sieve
we're sorted out, brushed and combed
some smile, some frown
some reject this way to live
and pay the price to how they exist

who are you?
what are you?
what do you do?
what are you doing?
what are you doing it for?
what are you doing it for?

we can't accept their disrespect
their eyes and bombs that watch over us
their systems creating war
while society breeds hate
and they make out that it's normal
for people to fight and hate
they shove toy guns on impressionable children
their future soldiers of war?
is it too late for us all to change?
have we gone too far?

we as one are saying
we don't want your life no more
fuck off

Good old anarchopunk. Simple. Straight up. No frills. And loud, noisy, angry, and energetic as a good fuck. Well, maybe a good fuck isn't angry...but still...it's totally what I need right now. I got more anger than love right now, anyway. In fact, I'd say a good fuck is lower on my list of priorities than a bunch of pissed off yelling and shouting. And, you know, bitching about the government is a valid and worthwhile method of absolute avoidance.

Posted at December 30, 2006 3:11 PM

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I have "The Fucking Pricks Treat Us Like Cunts" in mp3 format if you want it. It's not as authentic as vinyl, but it might take the edge off. Email me and let me know

Posted by: Rachel at January 2, 2007 3:40 AM

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