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Most of the political- punk lyrics from this band E
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I used to sing in a band called Elvis Christ. It started when I was fourteen,
during an entire summer that was, pretty much, a three month long green-hair-
glue-and-safety-pins-plaid-everything-punk-rock-hallucination. I was fucked up
(which wasn't an 'altered state' but a constant mode of existence for me at
the time) on pot and glue, talking to my friend Brian. I got the idea to be a
drummer in a punk band, and told him we should start one. He said he could
play guitar, and before I said anything about my drumming idea (which was
actually pretty stupid, since I couldn't drum, didn't have a drumset, and
was picking up tourist's cigarette butts out of gutters downtown because I
could never get $1.19 together for my own pack, so buying a drumset would've
been pretty hard to deal with), he asked me if I wanted to sing. It was
pretty hard to turn down, I guess. So we were a band.
We actually managed to stay together an entire year, but only for a couple
months towards the end were we playing shows, and the band evolved drastically
in a lot of different ways over the months.
I've still got tapes from our first couple practices. They're hilarious. Slow,
ultra-intoxicated punk rock noise ..... Brian playing whatever he felt like,
me improvising lyrics in a dazed 14 year old Darby Crash sounding whine -
"Inside/a lovely, suburban home/mom's making dinner/daughter's on the phone/
son's playing baseball/dad's watching T.V./another perfect fucking picture/
of a happy family .... ". Keep in mind, I WAS young, and I WAS on drugs, and
I DID have safety pins in my lips....
Anyway, our career was short and typically punk rock. We rehearsed maybe once
every two months for a long time. We booked our first show before we even had
a drummer. When we played, I came out onto stage blindfolded by an american
flag. Brian fell over while he was playing guitar. We were honest (in a weird
punk way) and unpretensious (in a weird political way) and people liked us
(well, SOME people liked us) because we were onstage and we were making
horrible noise and we were at least trying to have fun. 95% of the auidence
probably hated us, but we didn't care - everyone we knew was upfront cheering
in between laughing at us. It was cool....the first time we played, it was a
show with the anarcho-punk legendary old school band MDC, and the singer
mentioned that he had liked us. We knew we were destined for some serious
fucking greatness .....
We played another show, this one with the band the Slags. It was an illegal
show, in a local park .... one that we decided to do less than an hour before
it actually happened. The entire band went through one tiny 4" speaker. Our
stage antics got increasingly weirder and weirder. I left bleeding. The cops
came after the Slags played.
But, things fall apart. And so, things fell apart. Our drummer James had
constant problems with his girlfriend to deal with, and spent all his time
sitting in front of his computer, not wanting to deal with anything, chain
smoking and drinking coffee and being depressed. Our bassist Ryan had always
had other things he had to do. Brian was increasingly discontent with the
direction the band was taking, and spent most of our rehearsals playing off
the wall disco/heavy metal/80s pop songs on his guitar instead of trying to
do anything real (the one person in the band who was actually a good musician
was the person in the band most adamantly opposed to making good music). I
broke up with my girlfriend (someone I'd been sleeping on the streets in a
very cold early spring for, just to see more often, and writing poetry for)
I fell into a deep, deep constantly plummeting depression and started smoking
again, after six or seven months of having quit. I felt like talking in
whispers, so screaming angry lyrics was sounding less and less interesting.
The band had evolved. We were playing songs people who make music would've
said were pretty reasonable songs. Our lyrics had changed. Nobody seemed to
be talking to anyone else in the band. Things had grown and faded - our scene
was changing. Everything was weird. People were going in different directions,
or refusing to go in any direction at all. We played one last show - easily
ten times better than the shows we'd played before. I was running a crazy
fever, hallucinating onstage. The bassist and I had already established that
we were both going to quit after the show. I took a walk just before we
played. When I got back, somebody told me we were up. I was late. The band
was onstage .... "Hi, we're the Grateful Dead." We played. It was rad. Not
because we were good musicians or particularly intense preformers or because
anyone could understand a word we were saying. Just because it was rad ....
just because. Then we stopped making music and went our same/different ways.
We made a demo tape called Napalm - Fun for the Entire Family. But, it was
recorded as the bassist and guitarist were coming down from acid and a strange
night, and I was hungover from Jack Daniel's on two or three hours of sleep,
going through intense caffiene withdrawals that (literally) made it hard to
move. It's really not very much fun to listen to.
It should be noted that the songs are in nothing close to chronological order,
maybe just to add to the element of chaos and strangeness and confusion that
punk bands are usually so good at. The order in which they're written was
something more like: Go Team Go, Nervous Breakdown, Big Fan of Rush Limbaugh,
Recruiting Agent, Ruling Class Blues, Apocalypse Whenever, Rage, Love Songs,
Punk Trap, Job Training. Punk Trap and Job Training were written after we
broke up and while I was depressed, for no particular reason .....
So, this file's dedicated to what was - our scene, the Elvis Christ bunch.
Not what could've been. We never thought about the future. We were horrible,
but we were happening THEN, RIGHT NOW .... no past and no future. This file's
dedicated to the moments we were living, alienated and too smart for our own
good, in the moment. This file's dedicated to the ghost/punk past I can
almost still remember, you know? The world's a strange fucking place .....
RULING CLASS BLUES
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If you've ever wondered what it's like
To be a multinational government supported
media owning corporate guy
It might not be quite as easy as you think
There's a lot to do and not very much time
And making money gets kinda boring when all
you can do with it is make more
All these pesky activists trying to
expose my companies for what they are
My hitmen all want better pay and they're
fed up with smuggling drugs
It's becoming kind of a hassle to keep
all these industrial spies
And I'm so tired of bribing secretaries
to say they've never fucked me
The pentagon don't want my missles and the
cops don't want my drugs
I've gotta get them to start another war for
me so I can keep on manufacturing guns
Had to pay the CIA to silence that reporter
who knew where the plutonium was going to go
I'm just an honest, hardworking man, trying
to get by on 6 billion a year, you know
LOVE SONGS
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You are the rain
And you are the sun that shines
And everytime you call my name
I see more fucking dollar signs
Cause you mean everything to me
Another human emotion we made a commodity
I wanna sing love songs
I wanna sell fake emotions on MTV
I wanna sing love songs
Everyone on the radio sounds just like me
So baby come running
We can be happy, just you and me
Cheapen life and the real world
For our record company
Cause you mean everything to me
Another human emotion we made a commodity
I wanna sing love songs
I wanna sell fake emotions on MTV
I wanna sing love songs
Everyone on the radio sounds just like me
Baby ....
PUNK TRAP
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No sense of humor
You're dedicated and you're militant
Just keep on scowling
Strange thing to take so seriously
So this is rebellion
Just as scared as your parents to try anything new
You think self destruction
Makes you different from the rest of the world?
Go look around you
Alcohol and processed food
We're so divided
Who are we?
We're so repetitive
What good are we?
You said boring so many times you got kinda boring
We need changes not trying to make more of the same
Reliving the past is too easy
How can we expect anyone to open their eyes when we're
scared to question ourselves?
Even if you COULD make the 70s happen again
Would it really be all that interesting?
Compassion not anger and maybe we can make the world a different place
NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
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See these people 9 to 5
Good examples come alive
All white suburban middle class
Baseball, mom, apple pie and cash
I see you yelling at your wife
Just can't help laughing at your life
So stressed at work can't find the time
Do you even really know what your family's like?
So proud of your two-car garage
So proud of your two kids, too
Still believe in that american dream?
Your television wouldn't lie to you
You're Numb - Another drink to forget
You're Dumb - Happy by that television set
No Fun - Your children are turning out just like you
I go to work my wife stays home
Such a perfect family and I feel so all alone
My children are becoming just what I told them to be
But when was the last time that they spoke to me?
Suburban homes, suburban dreams
Stress builds up day by day
No time to think or feel anymore
Makes my problems go away
(repeat the 'you're numb' verse thing here)
No one speaks or dares to smile
You want some time alone for awhile
You've raised your kids to be perfect children
Sterile and typical you don't even want to know them
You get home and kick the dog
Go and turn on the TV
Take a look at what you've created
Ignore your perfect family
(more wacky fun and games with repeating verses)
Your son's playing baseball
Your daughter's on the phone
Your wifes making dinner
Aren't you glad to be home?
BIG FAN OF RUSH LIMBAUGH
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We wanted desperately to believe
That our ideas were something new
We needed fascism to sound rebellious
Just couln't bear to face the truth
Sloganeering waving flags
Our favorite redneck's on TV
He sounds so right and never says a thing
And now I can truly believe
He makes it sound like all the answers
Lie in keeping everything the same
Like voting for a big business puppet
Will be some kind of much needed change
We just needed someone always there
To tell us how pointless thinking really is
Always make the rich sound so victimized
Never mentions ghettoes or the homeless kids
GO TEAM GO
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(most of the lyrics by brian)
Sitting alone
Everyday
No I don't
Wanna play
Baseball
Football
Basketball
Fuck You All
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I got a football and a pair of trendy shoes
I'm gonna be big and I'm gonna be bad
Gonna beat on you cause I think you're a fag
I do what it takes to make my parents proud
Followed around by the perfect crowd
We're gonna drink beer on a friday night
I'm gonna get drunk and get in a fight
I'm gonna rape the first dumb chick who passes out
Hear my friends cheer while she screams and shouts
No I don't wanna think and I don't have to
All my coaches say they'll do it for you
Sitting alone
Here at school
Everybody's
Acting so cool
Fast cars
Trendy clothes
What's the point?
No One Knows
(repeat the fucking verses)
APOCALYPSE WHENEVER
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We're burning up in the city, burning up on the freeway
Sea of cars, bored faces sports radio, just another day
Industrial complexes, barbed wire fences, endless commercial sprawl
Kinda strange, to keep ourselves scared, we had to invent a place like hell
And up above, on the skyline of factories, posioning the world w/ toxic smoke
A tear in the fabric of reality, looks like serious trouble - nowhere to go
Here it comes....
There it goes....
The braindead wage slave television robots
Look death in the face for the first time and realize that they already are
Smiling game show host pulls his mask back to reveal
Culture crusified on a cross of junk mail
Dead television static overflowing into your head
TIME-LIFE's best of an era everyone wants to forget
Napalm twinkies falling from the sky
Armies of demonic smurfs on the rise
Drowning in a polyester sea
Quick fixes, dead gods, plastic demons breaking free
The end of the world with commercials in between
The end of the world with commercials in between
Jesus Christ on the cover of T.V. Guide
The images are revolting
The smiling family on your screen comes to life
Fast food chains go up in flames one by one
Children's nursery ryhmes perverted scream outside the sky
The mini mart has a mind of it's own now, gonna destroy the entire world
The mini mart has a mind of it's own now, gonna destroy the entire world
And if they knew it was all over in five minutes, what would all these
plastic people say to everyone they call their friends?
Apocalypse memorabilia just $19.95
Ad lady's got a gas mask now and no one cares why
Styrofoam cups black out the sun
All your billboards are gonna burn
Used car salesmen tower over the city now
Skyscrapers are all being thrown down
50s science fiction film special effects cloud your vision
Drive through reality surgeons making painful incisions
The end of the world with commercials in between
The end of the world with commercials in between
Our gods are crumbling one by one
Off ramps twisting endlessly
G.I. Joe figurine heads melting cackling with evil laughter
Concrete streets and cities get up to destroy themselves
The mini mart has a mind of it's own now, gonna destroy the entire world
The mini mart has a mind of it's own now, gonna destroy the entire world
And if they knew it was over in five minutes, what would all these plastic
people say to everyone they called their friends?
No more headaches, or traffic jams. Tract home coffins burning to the
ground. So this is your last chance to beat up your kids, or have just
one more cigarette. Like Frankenstien's monster, our rediculous lives
just decided to end themselves. No more heroin or Wal-Mart now. Kind of a
strange fucking way to go. The children have perverted your sickening
battle cries once again. They want in. They want out. Apocalypse whenver
and they want you dead. Kool Aid man screaming tabloid headlines .....
you're gonna bleed artificially flavored blood .....
RECRUITING AGENT
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Hello there, Mr. Recruiter Man, what does the military have to say? We need
your help more than ever kids, we want you to sign up today. There's death
squads to fund and plenty of oil corporations to please, and those arms
dealer rednecks are always asking for more. Busy as always. Busy as always.
Do you have what it takes to be a hero? No, we're not asking you to die for
us, just for you to kill for us. But what the fuck? If it keeps the big boys
happy and everyone else's morale high. We need war. We need money. We need
oil. We need drugs. We need dicatators. We need trade agreements. And we need
the thugs to make sure we get them. We need the United States army. Mr.
Recruiter has something to say .... Mr. Recruiter has something to say ....
Mr. Recruiter has something to say ....
LET'S GO TO WAR!!!
It's been awhile since
We've said the word defense
And meant even remotely that
But if the money's good
We'll say we're bringing over food
And then we can get away with murder
They'll still starve and die
Remind you of mom and apple pie
And keep our interests secure
And while the nation's run
Off of money and guns
We'll show you film clips and call ourselves heroes
Need you to sing up today
Last chance to get away
And replace the next pesky dictator
War is Peace.
Freedom is Slavery.
Ignorance is Strength.
Vote Republican.
More bombs and guns
Now we're smuggling drugs
Gotta justify those expensive toys
Bomb manufacturers own
The TV stations back home
Make sure no one get's too uneasy
And even if you do
Got ways to get rid of you
And keep our war machine going
Ever since Viet Nam
It's just been scam after scam
But the flags and the banners are so hard to let go of
You'll call them a traitor for
Not quite trusting the troops anymore
And keep the arms manufacturers smiling
Schools almost over....gimme a call....the economy's looking
grim....and you might just find you need it after all.
LET'S GO TO WAR!!!
JOB TRAINING
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You tell me things might get better someday
But you make me do the same thing everyday
You won't say why you teach the things you do
All I've learned is how to do what you tell me to
Really learning to stand in line
Don't ask too many questions you'll do fine
Copy numbers, numb your head
No one else questions what you're fed
You can get fucked up on the weekends
It only helps kill your creativity
If you really wanna escape your cold existence
While we get you ready for a job at the factory
Twelve years of school no choice of where you'll be
Everyday we told you that you were free
Busy with meaningless work and trying not to think
Don't ask questions, stand in line my boss will love me
It's so hard to turn you into good cashiers
If you haven't learned instant fear and respect
For people with the right titles
And institutions with the right labels attatched to them
Your favorite brainless jock beat me up in P.E. today
Got the fucking nerve to ask why I don't talk to kids my own age
Your favorite brainless jock beat me up in P.E. today
Got the fucking nerve to ask why I don't talk to kids my own age
$19.95
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The plastic smile, planted there, advertising on your screen
It all looks so inviting you don't have to think about what it means
The boys and girls all sitting here, don't know why they really are
The cars and clothes and brand names are more important by far
And mom and dad are so secure, they're living comfortably
They know they have the perfect life because the house costed lots of money
And when the smiles begin to crack and the lies begin to fade
And the TV screens are all smashed and your status just can't be paid
When all the boys and girls get fed up and burn their suburban homes down
And mommy and daddy kinda fuck up and in your own products you drown
Where's your money got you now? Does anybody really care anymore?
Where's your money got you now? Isn't this exactly what it was for
Double double your refreshment
Double double your enjoyment
No single gum ... (etc.)
Straighten up the way you're standing because you never know when
Someone might be watching you and what would you do then?
The TV cameras on the sporting event that you missed for the mini mall
You know you need to read the new fashion tips but you just can't have it all
In public you always smile, enough time later to beat up the wife and kids
Wait until the meetings over then you can yell at them for what they did
(repeat the part about burning suburbs and all that)
RAGE
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Cop shakes his head, kinda glares, but keeps on driving. People walk on
eggshells their entire lives. There's a knot in your stomach - twisted,
contorted pain - you never once noticed. Been there your entire life since
your dad left you in the grocery store when you were three....
Someone came up from behind and hit me today. Never seen him in my entire
life. Hear about that a lot, though. Whole world's going a little bit
crazy, you know? What the fuck? You looking at me? Someone takes the time
to look at you, you hit them back. Where'd you learn how to do that? None
of us can be laughed at? Then none of us can laugh. No one speaks, no one
smiles, no one's friendly or dares to do anything out of place as they walk
down the street and pretend they don't see anyone else. Stay composed -
keep your mask on for another five minutes until you're finally home and
you can watch some T.V....
What the fuck are we doing to ourselves? We're not human beings anymore.
What the fuck are we doing to ourselves? We're not human beings anymore.
When it hurts to look in the mirror.... (X2)
Rage ... Rage ... Rage ... Rage ...
No one to turn on but ourselves
No one to turn on but ourselves
No one to turn on but ourselves
No one to turn on but ourselves
Five mintues in school they said violence wasn't right
You fed us John Wayne and cops shows everyday of our lives
So scared of your children - can't talk to them anymore
You never really fucking tried before
They think violence is cool, rock music and gangs
You're the one who hit them every single day
Beat up and humiliated, you finally learned to hit back
But you weren't anywhere near your parents when you finally cracked
Fists clenched, blinded by tears, wandering at night
Gotta learn how to scream because you're still scared to cry
Another violent person you're scared your children will become
So you learn not to trust them and turn them into one
Panic from the headlines....
Another guy wandered into his workplace and
started shooting people at random today
What kind of sicko would do that, anyway?
He grew up in your world, let's not forget
Flick by the cowboys and indians movie like it doesn't exist
And yell at your children when they get too loud for you to hear
Another happy, happy 3rd reich family
living in constant fear
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise....
Rage ... Rage ... Rage ... Rage ...
Your christian T.V. poison
Make your kids scared to be human beings
Tell them should always feel guilty
Do you know what that really means?
The ones who finally loose it
Treated like some outside menace to your society
Always the ones who grew up
The most repressive and conventionally
Where have you been? Are you on drugs?
Sensationalist paranoia's got ahold of you
Another rock through another random window
What were we supposed to do?
Your values just aren't working
So you reinforce them even more
But I'm the one whose fucking
Crazy when I can't take it anymore
I've been pushed around
Gone way too far
It's gonna end right here
Don't care who you are ....
The band was Brian playing guitar. James Lucid playing drums. Me/Scott
Something singing. Ryan/Bob playing bass. The can be reached as Terminal
Junkie, Government Cheese, Chaos Smurf and Jack Acid, respectively in the
great black online void. And you can find all of them (except for me - I
decided to move 3,000 miles away and only call very occasionally) on GC's
board:
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