"Blood On your Hands" by Killing Joke"Corporate Deathburger" by MDC "Business On Parade" by MDC"Everything Counts" by Depeche Mode
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Monday, 18 August 2003 13:06 (twenty-two years ago)
― deathnight, Monday, 18 August 2003 13:14 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 18 August 2003 13:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 18 August 2003 13:29 (twenty-two years ago)
Midnight Oil - "When the Generals Talk" ("General Motors, General Credit Corporation, General Insurance... They're the worst generals of all, you know.")
― o. nate (onate), Monday, 18 August 2003 13:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Monday, 18 August 2003 13:47 (twenty-two years ago)
Subquestion, are anti-corporate-oppression songs that do name companies/brands better or worse than ones that don't?
― Ess, Monday, 18 August 2003 13:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― King Kobra (King Kobra), Monday, 18 August 2003 13:55 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 18 August 2003 13:56 (twenty-two years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Monday, 18 August 2003 13:58 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Monday, 18 August 2003 13:59 (twenty-two years ago)
― Salmon Pink (Salmon Pink), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nom De Plume (Nom De Plume), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:17 (twenty-two years ago)
― o. nate (onate), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:17 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nom De Plume (Nom De Plume), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:18 (twenty-two years ago)
― Felcher (Felcher), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tom Breihan (Tom Breihan), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:25 (twenty-two years ago)
Actually, just delve around long enough in the output of anyone conneceted with Henry Cow and you'll probably pull up a bunch more.
― Nom De Plume (Nom De Plume), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:29 (twenty-two years ago)
― locus solus, Monday, 18 August 2003 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― Jeanne Fury (Jeanne Fury), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:43 (twenty-two years ago)
― Barima (Barima), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:48 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lord Custos Epsilon (Lord Custos Epsilon), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:49 (twenty-two years ago)
Ani D's "Serpentine" lyrics (which I seriously just happened to be listening to when Jeanne brought 'er up):
Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phoneso I play and I sing and I just let it ring, all day when I'm at home
a defacto choice of macro-microcosmic melancholybut baby any way you slice it,I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone
yeah the goons have gone globaland the CEO's are shredding filesand the democrans and the republicratsare flashing their toothy smiles
and Uncle Tom is posing for a photo-op with the oval office klanand Uncle Sam is riggin' cockfights in the promised landand that knife you stuck in my back is still thereit pinches a little when I sigh and moanand these days I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone
cause all the wrong people have the power of suggestionand the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks the questionI mean causation by definition is such a complex compilation of factorsthat to even try to say why is to oversimplifythat's a far cry, isn't it dear, from acting like you're the only one thereunrepentantly self-centered and unfair
enter all suckers scrambling for the truthexit mr. eye-contact who took his flirt and flew the coupbut whatever, no matter, no fishin trips, no fishincause momma's officially out of commission
and did I mention in there somewheredid I mention somewhere in therethat I traded Babe Ruth, yes I traded the only playerthat was bigger than the gameand I can't even tell you why, cause you'd think I'm insane. and that's the truth
and the music industry mafia is pimping girl powersniping off sharp-shooter singles from their styrofoam towers,and hip-hop is tied up in the back room with a logo stuffed in its mouthcause the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house
but then, I'm getting away from myself as I get closer and closer homeand the difference between you and me baby is I get fucked up when I'm alone
and I must admit today that my inner pessimist seems to have gotten the best of mewe start out sugared up on kool aid and manifest destinyand then we memorize all the presidents names like little trained monkeysand we spit into the world so many spinny-eyed TV junkies
incapable of unraveling the military-industrial mysterypre-emptively passified with history book historyand I've been around the world now and I can see this about America
the mind control is deep here, manthe myopia is steep here, man
and behold those who try to expose the realityreally try to realize democracyare shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streetswhile the global power brokers are kept clean and discreetbehind a wallbehind a moatand that is allthat's allthat's all she wrote
and my heart beats an s-s-s o-o-o s-s-scause folks just really couldn't care-care-care less-less-lessas long as every day is superbowl sunday and larger than life women in lingerie are pouting at us from every bus stopshe loves me, she loves me notshe loves me, she loves me notshe loves me, she loves me not
and "big government should not stand between a man and his money"i mean, "what's good for business is good for the country"our children still take that lie like communion, the same old line the Confederacy used on the Union
conjugate liberty into libertarian and medicated associated with deregulation privitizationwe won't even know we're slaves on a corporate plantation
somebody say hallelujah,somebody say damnation,cause the profit system follows the path of least resistanceand the path of least resistance is what makes the river crookedmakes it serpentinecapitalism is the devil's wet dream
so just give me my Judy garland drugs and let me get back to workcause the empire state building is the tallest building in New Yorkand I have always got the feeling you just like to hear it fall off your tongue
but I remember my name in your mouthand I don't think I was done hearing it close to my earon a whisper's way to a moan
Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phoneso I play and I sing and just let it ring, all day when I'm at home
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Monday, 18 August 2003 14:52 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lord Custos Epsilon (Lord Custos Epsilon), Monday, 18 August 2003 16:07 (twenty-two years ago)
I hate you
(liars) (cowards) (fools) (wankers)
― dave225 (Dave225), Monday, 18 August 2003 16:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― Mr. Diamond (diamond), Monday, 18 August 2003 16:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― Stephen Boyle (SBoyle), Monday, 18 August 2003 16:47 (twenty-two years ago)
Wow...the RC Mob! That must be the first time I've read their name here.
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Monday, 18 August 2003 16:48 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Monday, 18 August 2003 16:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― The Lex (The Lex), Monday, 18 August 2003 16:55 (twenty-two years ago)
― bucky wunderlick (bucky), Monday, 18 August 2003 17:02 (twenty-two years ago)
"MTV Get Off the Air" Dead Kennedys"MTV Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack" Beck
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 18 August 2003 17:05 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Monday, 18 August 2003 17:09 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 18 August 2003 17:46 (twenty-two years ago)
The feet that slip and slide in spilled lakes of black bloodon back roads marked with rusted dead end signsThey don't fit into any shoesNot Nikes, and not Reeboks, though theymake 'em across the sea and sell 'em to you and mefor fifty times their value...Fast forward to Calvin Kleinand modern ownership tags for black behinds, courtesy of Ralph LaurenAKA low, low, well how low can you go?Call on black consumers if you want the cash flowCause they quick to flip and spend up all they doughand don't front money, act like you know
― The Lex (The Lex), Monday, 18 August 2003 18:10 (twenty-two years ago)
There is a God.Don't doubt it - You gotta shout it.There is a God.
..Eagerly anticipating new record...
― dave225 (Dave225), Monday, 18 August 2003 18:14 (twenty-two years ago)
― dave225 (Dave225), Monday, 18 August 2003 18:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― o. nate (onate), Monday, 18 August 2003 18:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― brains (cerybut), Monday, 18 August 2003 18:53 (twenty-two years ago)
― daria g (daria g), Monday, 18 August 2003 20:16 (twenty-two years ago)
― o. nate (onate), Monday, 18 August 2003 20:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― Curt1s St3ph3ns, Monday, 18 August 2003 20:56 (twenty-two years ago)
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty, record company people are shady. So kids watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack, I don't doubt it. Look at how they act.
― J-rock (Julien Sandiford), Tuesday, 19 August 2003 04:31 (twenty-two years ago)
Brave Captain - Corporation Man
― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Tuesday, 19 August 2003 04:32 (twenty-two years ago)
"Advertising looks and chops a mustNo big hair!!Songs mean a lotWhen songs are boughtAnd so are you-Bitch, rant down to the practice roomAttention and fame soCareer, career, career...."
― J-rock (Julien Sandiford), Tuesday, 19 August 2003 04:34 (twenty-two years ago)
(...And the mighty multinationals have monopolised the oxygenSo it's as easy as breathing for us all to participateYeah, they're buying and selling off shares of airAnd it's all around you, but it's hard to point and say "there"So you just sit on your hands and quietly contemplate...)
... but even then I think generally Ani should give up on political lyrics.
― Tim Finney (Tim Finney), Tuesday, 19 August 2003 04:59 (twenty-two years ago)