Showing posts with label Acoustic Punk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Acoustic Punk. Show all posts

6/13/13

Defective Children- Traitors


Bradley Manning- Traitor




Rally in support of Bradley Manning on August ...
Rally in support of Bradley Manning on August 8, 2010, in Quantico, Virginia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This isn't a protest song and I am not Bradley Manning. Weather or not it makes you a true patriot I don't know, but I never joined the military, and I also never felt like I was somehow superior with my ideas for opposing the military industrial complex. My opinions and thoughts are usually focused more on abstract paradigms and silently observing events in nature.

English: Slogan for the support of the persecu...
English: Slogan for the support of the persecuted American ex-soldier who is claimed to have leaked secret documents to WikiLeaks Deutsch: Slogan für die Unterstützung und Freilassung von Bradley Manning, der beschuldigt wird, geheime Dokumente an WikiLeaks weitergegeben zu haben (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Political debates are annoying to me, and more often than not it seems like people have a really hard time finding common ground on any important issue. I prefer to avoid familiar territory with lyrics and cliche subjects for song writing, but lately the air has become so thick with bullshit, and it's difficult to hold back.

I don't know if this song or anything I ever wrote will ever make a difference, anywhere for anyone. I just hope that maybe I can help spread the word a little. People should know that Bradly Manning and many others are being unjustly charged and imprisoned for leaking info about war-crimes and violations of the 4th amendment (Right to Privacy) and other autonomous rights Americans are supposed to have, but never really did.

Defective Children- Traitors
Cameras on every corner 
Drones spying from the sky
Almost everything is tracked online

People get hung out to dry 
If they’re sworn to secrecy and 
Leak the truth even if it ends up saving lives

All ye Traitors will learn to obey and abide by
The New World law and order, there’s no mercy for your kind 
Or sympathy for anyone, who doesn’t kill for our side
All ye Traitors to the system must die.

Nothing’s new, we always 
Knew security works at it’s best 
When it is pirating your right to privacy

Protecting freedom for the 
Masses means a few Good men 
Take the fall for truth and transparency

All ye Traitors will be tortured,
Indicted for treason like Bradley Manning
Yes, we can violate, and take away your rights
Ultimately our goal is total control over your body and mind 
All ye Rebel Traitors will surrender or die.

We don’t give a shit
About the establishment
Never cease the fight to resist

The US Government 
Will be exposed for what it is 
By military and civilian dissidents

I am a Traitor if it means 
You want me to hide war crimes and
Injustice against anyone who selflessly risks their life 
And gives up everything to spill the beans and drop a dime 
All ye Traitors of Humanity must die.
English: Protest against the imprisonment of B...
English: Protest against the imprisonment of Bradley Manning, Fort Snelling, Minnesota, March 2011 Deutsch: Protest gegen die Inhaftierung Bradley Mannings, Fort Snelling, Minnesota im März 2011 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


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1/1/12

Jeff Ott- You Are

A wise man said,
Today is a good day to die
A wise man said,
To call a life that's run on fear a life at all.... is a lie
All the men say, everything is impossible 
So you better shut up boy, get back in line

I saw a flier on a pole, and it said..... Everything is a Lie

We've had 5,000 years of Matriarchal linage
We've had 5,000 years of patriarchy too........
Welcome to the end of the beginning,
Welcome to the beginning of the end.

Welcome to 5,000 years of rule by children......

No churches anymore
No more my "god's the only god war"
No churches anymore
No more selling tickets to the door of heaven
No churches anymore, no more hard sell,
With the threat of hell and never ending torture
No churches anymore, cuz the only sin, the only sin,
The only sin is division........ Division

I don't need Jesus Christ, 
Don't need Muhammad to find God 'cuz God is all around me
I don't need no book, don't need no master, 'cuz God is everything
We have tended to perceive deity in terms of having control
We will now learn to be a shining...................Sliver of a hope

We have an awesome responsibility 
The understand that we are deity, cuz we are
So please don't misunderstand me
When I say....... You Are God, cuz You Are God
It doesn't mean that you run the show,
It only means that you are part of the whole

If we take responsibility 
We will awaken to our divinity 

You Are God.....You Are not in control........You Are part of the whole
You Are God.....You Are not in control........You Are part of the whole 


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Dusty Dirt- Thunder Cloud

Danger fills the sky
Darkness blocks out the sunlight
Thunderbird has arrived
Shooting lightening from his eyes
With his wings he brings the Thunder Clouds
Rain and hail fall to the ground
Drowning evil beings, giving life to living things

And my spirit is a Thunder Cloud
Rolling over all the tall and proud
Afraid, they run and hide or stay inside when I'm around
And do not think that I will find where they reside and break them down


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Dusty Dirt- Rose Room Sessions, Acoustic Cover Songs Part I "Drums" by Johnny Cash, "Chesterfield King" by Jawbreaker and "Run Away" by Del Shannon

"Drums" by Johnny Cash

"Chesterfield King" by Jawbreaker

"Runaway" by Del Shannon

12/31/11

Dusty Dirt- "Self Help"

Losing the will to get out of bed when I always wake up on the wrong side
But this could be the day they'll find a miracle cure that can break through
And fix my dysfunctional mind

Salvage what's left after neglect and abuse
From treatment centers and recovery groups
That trivialize the pain pretending to care
And know all the answers as if it's perfectly clear
Analyzing, pulling out my thoughts like rusty nails, to diagnose and profile me
There's a vast variety of recommended methods and shelves filled with books
About self help, but a bullet in the head is all I need

Nobody understands don't say that you do 
And try to pick me apart like a dead specemin
I'm not an object to show case label or dissect 
And God Didn't put me here to punish my sins

Maybe a new designer drug or a frontal lobotomy 
Can give me some peace It could be a 1000 more hours
Of high priced therapy to back track the source of my mental disease


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