Reaffirming the vital role of art and satire in a healthy society. Today's Marxist chaos does tolerate criticism well, from either art or humor. Time to write a song?
Thanks so much for contributing! Our phones and computers are listening....
I had their album as a (rebellious) teenager. I toured the punk scene in London at age 16 -- in 1979! Today's American cities look much more freaky.....
Another fine example of not learning from history, and how truths must be hidden and or otherwise pigeon-holed. To have succumbed to a fentanyl overdose only recently, after a coke and heroin fueled generation graduated to the senior demographic, seems rather conspicuous -- especially since we now know our CIA and their colluding politicians were/are heavily involved in and largely managing the various drug, human trafficking, and money laundering cartels among the several corrupt Middle East and South American regimes.
Been a huge DK fan since the 1980s, it’s amazing how well the themes of the songs hold up
Don’t overlook Jello’s work with Lard. Laying some truth on us!
“I am your plumber, no I never went away
I still bug your bedrooms and pick up everything you say
It can be a boring job
To monitor all day your excess talk
I hear when you're drinking and cheating on your lonely wife
I play tape recordings of you to my friends at night
We've got our girl in bed with you
You're on candid camera, we just un-elected you, ha
I am the owl
I seek out the foul
Wipe 'em away, keep America free
For clean-livin' folks like me, hey, hey
If you demonstrate against somebody we like
I'll slip on my wig and see if I can start a riot
Transform you to an angry mob
And all your leaders go to jail for my job
But we ain't the Russians
Political trials are taboo
We've got our secret ways of getting rid of you
Fill you full of LSD
And turn you loose on a freeway, whee!
I am the owl
I seek out the foul
Wipe 'em away, keep America free
For clean-livin' folks like me
I send you spinning
I send you spinning
I send you spinning all over the freeway
Spinning on the crowded freeway
The press, they never even cared
Why a youth leader walked into a speeding car
In ten years or so we'll leak the truth
But by then it's only so much paper
You know, Watergate hurt
But nothing really ever changed
A teeny bit quiter but we still play our little games
But we still play our little games
But we still play our little games
We still play our little, we still play our little, we still play our little
We still play a lot of games!
Reaffirming the vital role of art and satire in a healthy society. Today's Marxist chaos does tolerate criticism well, from either art or humor. Time to write a song?
Thanks so much for contributing! Our phones and computers are listening....
UNITE WITH GOD AND LIKE MINDED BROTHERS AND SISTERS PRAY AND PREP
wow!
I had their album as a (rebellious) teenager. I toured the punk scene in London at age 16 -- in 1979! Today's American cities look much more freaky.....
Can you tell I had fun writing it? :)
And who is now a 70-year-old... :)
Precisely.
That's how I self-identify.... Then I can't get drafted either, ever!
Another fine example of not learning from history, and how truths must be hidden and or otherwise pigeon-holed. To have succumbed to a fentanyl overdose only recently, after a coke and heroin fueled generation graduated to the senior demographic, seems rather conspicuous -- especially since we now know our CIA and their colluding politicians were/are heavily involved in and largely managing the various drug, human trafficking, and money laundering cartels among the several corrupt Middle East and South American regimes.
Here’s a wife probably also beyond the imaginations of the Dead Kennedys—courtesy of today’s NYT: https://www.nytimes.com/2024/03/10/nyregion/hacienda-sex-club-consent.html?referringSource=articleShare