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Panopticon
01:42
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Panopticon
Man made hell of surveillance - do you feel safer because you’ve nothing to hide?
You struggle along in obeyance -Do you sleep in safety or do you live with fear inside?
RFID chips in your clothing, in your money, in your food, in your body,surreptitiously tracking your every move
Doesn’t matter if someone is watching because they might be
That’s enough to make you conform, never ask questions, never break a rule or ever challenge those who abuse their
fucking power, never ask questions, don’t want to impose.
Doesn’t matter if someone is watching because they might be....
Panopticon a shadow in your mind,in the background of all your thoughts, making you innocuous
fucking impotent, fear of the web of being caught.
Cameras not brick walls, keep you imprisoned - enslaved to a belief
that you have everything to lose if fucking caught. Panopticon!
Caught for what you never know. Playing it safe. Wherever you go,
Facial recognition software, biometric contracts, have all your info
Guilty, before proven innocent. Guilty before you’re even accused
Guilty for thinking bad thoughts. Guilty broken down and abused
Fear is encouraged by the feeling of being watched - Panopticon!
Watched, by them - the ones who make the rules- Panopticon!
a virtual horror show of spies and torture- Panopticon!
Control. It’s what they want. It’s what you give.- Panopticon!
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2. |
Fuck Work
01:37
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Fuck Work
Wake up early every fucking morning (Fuck work!)
work my fucking ass off every day (Fuck work!)
Few hours of leisure in the evening (Fuck work!)
for most of my life it’s been this way (Fuck work!)
Most everything revolves around my job (Fuck work!)
When to be there - what to fucking wear (Fuck work!)
How I’m gonna get there how much time to sleep (Fuck work!)
Decades of my life no time to spare (Fuck work!)
The tyranny of the time clock - it’s me they fucking own
I’m too tired when I come home to fight all the things I have been shown.
Work makes a mockery of freedom. (Fuck work!)
The paycheck, the carrot or the stick? (Fuck work!)
So many occupational diseases each year (Fuck work!)
In the US that’s half a million sick. (Fuck work)
Leisure time is spent to recover (Fuck work!)
From all the fucking hard work that we do (Fuck work!)
All our lives spent looking at our watches (Fuck work!)
Bosses watching over me and you (Fuck work!)
Selling ourselves on the installment plan- it’s us they fucking own
We’re the only species in the goddamn world who has to pay to have a home
Alarm clock ringing. Drag yourself up out of bed.
Put on yer costume. Drag a comb across yer head
Alarm clock ringing. Drag yourself up out of bed
Another uniform. Conformity instead.
Wake up early every fucking morning (Fuck work!)
work my fucking ass off every day (Fuck work!)
Few hours of leisure in the evening (Fuck work!)
for most of my life it’s been this way (Fuck work!)
Leisure time is spent to recover (Fuck work!)
From all the fucking hard work that we do (Fuck work!)
All our lives spent looking at our watches (Fuck work!)
Bosses watching over me and you (Fuck work!)
Alarm clock ringing. Drag yourself up out of bed.
Another working stiff. A slave the walking dead
Alarm clock ringing. Drag yourself up out of bed.
Is your job your identity instead?
* Based on the essay by Bob Black: “The Abolition of Work”
* “I’m too tired when I come home to fight all the things I have been shown.” From “Techno’s Gone” by The Effigies
* “Drag a comb across your head” Beatles reference - “A Day In The life”
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3. |
Cradle To The Grave
02:26
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Cradle To The Grave
Well it’s not perfect - that’s what you’ll say
Industrial acceleration - face of decay
Solutions to this culture’s self inflicted wounds
Technology the enemy - sheeps clothing assumed
One day -the system will collapse
crushing all who wouldn’t see
Infinite growth on a finite world
Infantile make-believe
Until it crumbles from under our feet
Fuck it! We gotta believe....
Someone’s taking care of things - The experts, the priests
Hope is disease
From the Cradle to the Grave
Mother Culture - your her slave
Taking all there is to (fucking) take
Mother Earth - dead there she lay
Too scared to listen to the voice within
Too greedy.Too selfish.Too guilty of sin
The gluttony, the cowardice, self hatred inside
materialist delusion - your true self denied
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4. |
Failure Or Success?
01:50
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Failure or Success
Build me a cage.
So full of hate so full of rage.
Deny ourselves the truth - the fucking truth.
The truth will occur
without fail- will occur
from this predicament the truth it will occur
<chorus>
Failure or success?
Failure
Win. Lose. Life. Love. Or. Death.
Build more pens
To lock up the deprived
Segregate by race - hope buried alive.
Security defined
will occur without fail
from this predicament
security defined.
<chorus>
Without fail
A ward of the state
so full of hate
Will occur without fail
Build more jails
No hope to prevail
produced by the environment
Because we accept
<chorus>
Build me a cage.
So full of hate so full of rage.
Deny ourselves the truth - the fucking truth.
The truth will occur
without fail- will occur
from this predicament the truth it will occur
Build more jails
No hope to prevail
produced by the environment
Because we accept
Without fail
A ward of the state
so full of hate
Will occur without fail
<chorus>
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Refuse
Revolutionary music - spat out from the stage
Revolutionary sabotage - destroy a dying age
Solidarity with prisoners - identify your cage
Revolutionary artists - the prophet, the sage
Resistance thru the written word - read to know the score
Refuse the food they give us - till the earth once more
And please don’t tell me violence is not a useful tool
Eliminating options is the strategy of fools
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6. |
Fry Hunter
02:29
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Fry Hunter
Let me tell you about a friend
He lives each day like it’s the end (of time)
And he takes what pleases him
And he let’s it suck him in
Oh man it sure was rough
So many drugs but not enough (to take his life away...)
<chorus>
But it’s all right he might live to see the morning light
And it’s okay. He might breath to see another day.
Skating down the jagged street
with no shoes on his feet
Oh Fry, how you gonna stop?
Oh Fry, how you gonna stop?
And for his folks
They might say
If they’d give him the time of day
(To speak their minds to him)
<chorus>
Now a moral’s what you’d expect.
But what’s said for self respect?
And what’s said for self neglect
By a self made family reject?
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7. |
Gaslighter
03:05
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Gaslighter
The lies. The deceit.
It’s all necessary to maintain your illusion.
The mirage of your reality.
Like seeing thru deep smoke.
I stagger. I stumble. I fall. All the while.
Believing …..(you’ll catch me when I fall)
<chorus>
You had me believing. - Gaslighter
Always the charmer. -Gaslighter!
So deceiving. - Gaslighter!
You had me convinced...
For you, reality is too much to stomach.
So you make it up as you go.
Dishonesty lacerates, eviscerates,
eliminates the sanity that was my life.
<chorus>
I stagger
I stumble
I fall
<chorus>
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8. |
Panopticon (spoken)
02:16
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Panopticon
The all seeing eye
The watchtower
The eye in the sky
Keeps you in line
Too afraid to stray outside the paradigm
You police yourself
A Man made hell of surveillance
Do you feel safer?
Do you have nothing to fear
because you’ve nothing to hide?
RFID chips in clothing
in money
in your food
in your body
Doesn’t matter if someone is watching because they might be
That’s enough to make you conform
Never question
Never pick your nose
Never Steal something
Always come to a complete stop
The Panopticon hovers
monolithic
in the background
of all your actions
making you the observer
policing yourself
The panopticon
a shadow in your mind
in the background of all your thoughts
making you innocuous
Cameras not brick walls
keep you imprisoned
enslaved to a belief that you have everything to lose, if caught
Caught for what you never know
Play it safe, wherever you go
You cannot shake the feeling
that someone will see you for what you really are
Guilty, before proven innocent
Guilty, before you’re accused
Guilty, for thinking bad thoughts
Guilty, broken down and abused
You Cower You cringe
Please don’t see me in my weakness
You on your best behavior
a performance for no one
The culture of fear is encouraged by the feeling
of someone watching you
Warrantless wiretaps
Social media data mining
It all creates an atmosphere of being observed
Watched, by them - the ones who make the rules
Spooks in a virtual horror show of spies and torture
Control
It’s what they want
It’s what you give
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Anticulture Seattle, Washington
ANTICULTURE:
Zoli - Guitar
Jason- Bass
Kevin - Drums
Glennerd - Vox
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