I fuckin¡¯ love that one rock video where that fucking jack-ass mohawked millionaire prances around by far the worst sausage party on earth, where by mere chance he¡¯s caught on film shaking hands with an incredibly diverse collection of patriotic skins. I like the message it sends: With a Rebel¢â yell, Just Do Exactly What You¡¯re Told. One million douche bags can¡¯t be wrong? ¡°When did punk rock become so safe?¡± You¡¯ll excuse me if I laugh in your face as I itemize your receipts and PowerPoint your balance sheets. I hear this year¡¯s Vans Warped Tour is ¡°going green!¡± I guess they heard that money grows on trees. Hope they ship all those shitty bands overseas like they did the factories. Music¡¯s power to describe, compel, renew ¡¦ It¡¯s all a distant second to the offers you can¡¯t refuse. Anyone remember when we used to believe that music was a sacred place and not some fucking bank machine? Not something you just bought and sold? How could we have been so naive? Well, I think when all is said and done, just cuz we were young doesn¡¯t mean we were wrong. And I¡¯ll rock back and forth on this two-bit hobbyhorse ¡®til she splinters and gives way. I¡¯ll tend the flowers by her grave. And whisper her name. If anyone out there understands can I please see a show of hands just so I know I¡¯m not insane? Ever get the feeling you been played? Well, that¡¯s rock for sustainable capitalism and you know, we may face a scorched and lifeless earth, but they¡¯re accountable to their shareholders first. That¡¯s how the world works.
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