Tag: Music

the filthy politicians, with Jamie Little, make a musical (and succinctly logical) argument for forcibly stopping the insane dominant culture, which is akin to an axe murderer frantically killing everything within reach. They reiterate a point often made by Deep Green Resistance: we need it all in this fight – propagandists and fighters, books and bullets. And those fighters on the front lines depend on supplies from a support base. There’s a place for everyone in this culture of resistance, so find yours before it’s too late for life.

Listen to this track and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

all the days i threw away

it’s obvious i just don’t trust what comes my way

all the days i walked away

i never realized what controls my mind to be

check it – for every day i just threw away

now i’m grown up or so they say

all this bullshit comin my way

but i’m told this is life – til i’m old i should stay

in line like a rollerblade

but fuck that this life ain’t an arcade

do you think it’s a game to the slave who made

your i phone, blue jeans, or your microwave? no

no, and yo it’s not your fault

but we’re livin in the midst of a heist from the vault

nothin is sacred – for riches they’ll rape it

take a look around before the forest is pavement

tell me where the ice caps, whales, and their ways went

why i should give a fuck about outer space when

runnin away ain’t the answer

we can’t escape it – we need to stop the cancer

stop creatin and makin poison

stop feedin it to all the little girls and boys and

stop burning oil, stop all this toil, stop bein loyal

to the same system that destroyed the soil

to the way of life that made this pot boil

your privilege is faced with a choice to continue

keep on keepin on or do you have it in you?

to reject all their bribery

it’s not for the poor it’s for you an me so

we gotta re-imagine – we gotta fight back

and not stop until we’ve stopped their attack

it’s not abstract – it’s as clear as day

there’s an axe murderer and he’s swingin away

but with so much already gone we’ve got used to livin this way

but all we’ve ever seen is proof

that this shit won’t stop anytime soon

if we don’t act now then we seal our fate

if they have their way it’s gonna be too late so

go do what you gotta do

get a bullet or a book or a breath or a clue

this depends on me, it depends on you

life is the front line – sad but true

we don’t all have to fight

but for supplies in the night, can we depend on you?

This collaboration between the filthy politicians and Drew Wadden provides a concise summary of the trajectory of civilization, then challenges the listener with a fundamental moral question: what are you going to do about it?

Listen to “142 Years” from the album Modern Man and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

do you believe that you will die at the end of your life?

what do you think that you will do when nobody can find you?

shit- if we leave here just like this

the way it is now right now

it’s a crime scene past time we quit

we’ve filled paradise full of maggots and shit

which when left to their own are a part of the cycle

but that’s blown sky high by a psycho

cancer of a culture that conquered the world with agriculture

we ain’t been right with the world for awhile now

rocks, rivers, plants, and animals in exile

we killed the tribes in due course

and turned relationships into resource

extractors – manufacturers

turn the living world into plastic we’re

drownin in a sea of loneliness

flailin about for a long lost home it gets

hard to listen to the screams

when you wake up and take in the scene

people take up the meaningless memes

to disconnect is how we cope it seems

if he who dies with the most toys wins

mother earth cries but it’s lost in the din

does that man get to join the elders?

or does he wander the depths of hell?

if you sold your soul every time you

took a bite of the torture behind you

hid the light from the torch inside you

do you really think in the end we could find you?

if you sold your soul every time you

took a bite of the torture behind you

hid the light from the torch inside you

do you really think in the end we could find you?

you gotta wake up

you gotta wake up

we tear apart the world for what?

we’re still not happy – time to give it up

there’s always other ways – old ways – waitin

fight back why are we hesitatin?

we got zombie hearts with the brain rot

take a look inside – what do you got?

A call to dig underneath the distractions and lies imposed on us by civilization, “Concrete” urges us to decolonize and join the side of the living. As always, the filthy politicians, joined on this Modern Man track by Drew Wadden, blend engaging rythm and melody with meaningful lyrics to draw listeners into a culture of resistance.

Listen to this track and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air

won’t tell you to put em anywhere

cuz you can put em up or down

all that really matters is you listen to the sound

and let it sink in get to thinkin

look reality in the eye without blinkin

don’t think that i don’t realize

that today if you want to reach the hearts and the minds

of these people that you need a beat to sweep them right off their feet

to reach deep underneath these sheets of concrete

that they been layin since you were playin in plastic sheets

and runnin through creeks now filled with chemical leaks

now tears are runnin down our chemical cheeks

cuz we don’t wanna go outside without makeup on

we can’t have fun without jager bombs

and this ain’t the way it’s supposed to be

ain’t supposed to lose somebody so close to me

in a car accident we shouldn’t have cars

but we’re all so used to all these scars

we build our own prison but we don’t see the bars

it shouldn’t be so hard at night to see the stars

won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air

won’t tell you to put em anywhere

cuz you can put em up or down

all that really matters is you listen to the sound

and let it sink in get to thinkin

look reality in the eye without blinkin

these days we’re taught conscious thought ain’t hot

your brain might be sayin tpain i am not

so i’m already workin against the fence

you might be sittin on but if you’re not then just pretend

we can take a thought and follow it to its end

just take a look around, what the fuck is happenin?

we shop til we drop for things that got made

half way around the motherfuckin world by slaves

if you got eyes to see take a look around

if you got ears to hear listen to the sound

of isolation, domestication

to the natural world we’re an alienation

and we sold the soul for the sweet sedation

of lonely sex robots on tv stations

it shouldn’t take flobots to show these bourgeois

the new boss is just like the old boss

won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air

won’t tell you to put em anywhere

cuz you can put em up or down

all that really matters is you listen to the sound

and let it sink in get to thinkin

look reality in the eye without blinkin

so if you got a breath of life left

and somethin inside you that’s more human than machine to guide you

then you just gotta dig it up listen to it an we’ll do it

you just gotta set it free then we can get to it

cuz the real enemy is all around

everyday they’re the ones that are holdin us down

cuz they know as long as we don’t know anything else

that we won’t know what it’s like to think for ourselves

and that’s half the problem is every debate

is framed to accept the existence of the state

with this history they write, the lies they tell

so we identify and we don’t rebel

we just eat the food and we watch the shows and

we consume exactly what they want us to know

but before we were consumin we were human at birth

gotta find our way back cuz we’re killin this earth

won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air

won’t tell you to put em anywhere

cuz you can put em up or down

all that really matters is you listen to the sound

and let it sink in get to thinkin

look reality in the eye without blinkin

This track from the Modern Man album by the filthy politicians echoes much of the wisdom expressed in the recently featured video Earth: Land Is Life. The song argues that our modern notions of “progress” have led us far off track from relationships with the human and non-human animals around us. It ends in a call to fight on the side of life and resist civilization and its destruction. Truly music for a culture of resistance.

Listen to this track and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

we think we’re so smart it’s funny

not much wisdom but damn we got money

we’re just animals like everybody else

but we’ve learned to like to destroy ourselves

so if i could i would trade it all

fuck science let the chips fall

where they may – control is an illusion

toaster ovens and nuclear fusion

don’t get us anywhere but further away

from livin life in a natural way

we’re relatively new to the forest

gotta learn from the ones here before us

we’re the younger brother of all the other species

but we quit listenin and now it’s easy

to see how far off the track we are

gotta get back there’s a map in the stars

so we’ll start by tearin down the street lights

let bright days turn into bright nights

take old wrongs make new rights

as we dance on the grave of the ways of our old life

cuz right now we take and we don’t give back

if you want to survive then you can’t do that

you can’t pollute, poison an plunder

cuz if you bring lightning you’re gonna get thunder

and right now we’re flailing, about to go under

alarms are wailing and it makes you wonder

how we don’t hear it?

maybe it’s cuz now it’s too loud

and the waves are crashing down all around

so we can’t decipher the sounds anymore

i don’t think we’re smart

because we found new ways now to tear the earth apart

it’s gettin bigger but it ain’t gettin better

the writing’s on the wall in bright red letters

big dump trucks, sky scrapers

chemical factories, all earth rapers

agriculture means fightin nature

imposin our will like a legislature

we’ve wiped out the ones who were content

to live with the earth the way that we were meant to

so we gotta look back if we wanna learn new

ways to relate to the earth that we’ve burned through

it’s time for restoration

of the earth and our human relations

cuz we ain’t happy here in hierarchy

we’re better as equals i ain’t lyin b

but we’ve been chasin a ghost

ignoring the things that we need the most

like clean air, water, and community

civilization has enjoyed immunity

while all these kings and queens

get off scott free as we eat the memes

that you better not resist this just go along

they got armies and guns they’re too strong

but fuck that i’m learning

can’t sit back, won’t be a good german

and watch this holocaust any longer

choose life and we’ll all be stronger

cuz right now we’re slaves diggin our own graves

the earth we need’s the earth we pave

so we gotta wake up, wake up, wake up

then we gotta take up, take up, take up

the war of our ancestors and end it

so we can save our descendants