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Revolve or Evolt?
03:01
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Should I fight for my right to the bitter end?
Or just say “fuck it”, and get drunk with my friends,
I know which road’s easier, but don’t know which way is right
Oh the way, got me again,
Society’s fucked, but maybe it’s ok that way,
At least I’m not starving, diseased or broken,
Enslaved or in chains, suffering in pain, or dead in a grave
Should I just say the government’s good enough,
You know it could be worse, just let ‘em do their thing,
And fuck us all over, for the power to buy which way is right
Oh the plain old revolution
Is only man-made, it can’t always save the day,
Change must come from within, it’s called evolution,
It’s nature’s way, I don’t need to say, it’s the only way
Should I revolve, or evolt?
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Oooooooooooooooooooooooh the sun’s settin’ earlier than yesterday,
We turned the clocks back, winter’s on its way,
The fruit is all picked and the money’s all gone,
Time to remember that Canadian Drinking Song
It’s freezing outside, ‘bout forty below,
But for some reason we’re still drinking our beer cold,
Probably because it’s the discount brand,
One cold shitty beer in each of my hands
One, two, three, four…
I think that I could use one more,
Five, six, seven, eight…
I’m starting to feel fuckin’ great!
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve…. ???????
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, puke
I’m so hungover, I don’t know why,
After a case of pissy beer, I could die,
The sun doesn’t come ‘round much anymore,
I’m disoriented, waking up on the floor,
The baseboard heaters burn the dust and a draught comes in the door,
I’m cold… think I’ll have one more
It’s freezing outside, ‘bout forty below,
But for some reason we’re still drinking our beer cold,
Probably because it’s the discount brand,
One cold shitty beer in each of my hands
One, two, three, four…
I think that I could use one more,
Five, six, seven, eight…
I’m starting to feel fuckin’ great!
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve…. ???????
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, puke
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3. |
Pack Your Goods
02:39
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I was here and there, just like any night,
When up rolled a shiny automobile,
Causing an awful fright to the forest and me,
Was a man with a badge and a book of rules, the law of fools,
Gave me tickets and fines for the wicked crimes of using my own firewood,
Needs to be store-bought, needs a fire license, needs a firepit built to code,
Without that done, well, I’m sorry son, you’re just going to have to go cold
Joe, you should pack your goods, and head out farther into the woods
He asked me where I got the fish, guess I shouldn’t’ve said the lake,
Three trout on a dish means three times the mistake,
He confiscated my apples and plums, said they were a black market transaction,
Needs to be laboratory-made, plastic-packaged in regulated portions
Joe, you should pack your goods, and head out farther into the woods
He said I was required to buy the vaccine
For the current common cold goin’ ‘round,
And then I got fined for no rubber gloves
When handling the pocket money I found,
My bill came up to a few thousand bucks,
And with that I lit up my cigar,
He snatched it from my teeth, said “that’s bad for the atmosphere,
And drove away in his car
Joe, you should pack your goods, and head out farther into the woods
Joe, you should pack your goods, and head out farther into the woods
Oh Joe, you should pack your goods (x4)
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Hop in my car, what do I see?
A fresh parking ticket laughing at me,
I laughed at it back and threw it in the street and peaced,
The straw that broke the camel’s back,
More like the last ticket to make the mountain man pack,
You paint your pavement and hold out your hand,
Cut me some slack, add it to my stack
Your lines are lost on me, ‘cuz I’ve been lost in the trees,
I look at the ground and don’t see your borderlines,
And that’s fine,
Is there a place I can escape the race,
And cell phone reception? Ya
Drove to the limits of the city,
Sign nailed to a tree, reading “Private Property”,
“Trespassers will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law”,
Well who’s law?
Ya, I can see the yellow dotted line on your map,
Well I can draw my own map too, ya silly chap,
My replaces car path with boot path and streetlights with stars,
No fences or gates or grates or bars
Your lines are lost on me, ‘cuz I’ve been lost in the trees,
I look at the ground and don’t see your borderlines,
And that’s fine,
Is there a place I can escape the race,
And Facebook notifications? Ya
Just the right speed, nice and slow,
The shoelace express takes me where I want to go,
Nothing cock-blocks like a traffic light breaking you flow,
Get off my toe,
Silly chap, don’t forget ‘bout your Earth Mother,
Suckin’ one teat while punching the other,
Ninety minutes to drive a mile,
So you don’t visit your brother ‘cuz of traffic?
Join my laughing demographic
Your lines are lost on me, ‘cuz I’ve been lost in the trees,
I look at the ground and don’t see your borderlines,
And that’s fine,
Is there a place I can escape the race,
And the fuzz, and the buzz of mass transportation? Ya
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Nothing gets me charged like pushing around some strangers,
Those few times in your life there’s as much fun as dangers,
Empty out your pockets, man, and tie your boots on tight,
We’re going to slam each other into shape tonight
Punkrock is my cardio, my food and medication,
Laughing in the midst of violent life education,
I think I bit my lip, I’m tasting iron supplements,
I’ll skip the gym this week, ‘cuz I hit up a mosh pit
I don’t want polished silverware, I want bruises on my head,
I don’t want golden necklaces, I want ripped t-shirts instead,
When I’m wrapping sweaty arms around my bloody buds,
I find my dignity, screaming curses in the mud
Punkrock is my cardio, my food and medication,
Laughing in the midst of violent life education,
I think I bit my lip, I’m tasting iron supplements,
I’ll skip the gym this week, ‘cuz I hit up a mosh pit
People say we’re angry, then why am I so happy?
People say we’re defiling,
then why is everybody smiling?
A little insane and zany, a little wicked and wily,
A little pushy and shove-y, smiling and hollering… Oi Oi OI!
Punkrock is my cardio, my food and medication,
Laughing in the midst of violent life education,
I think I bit my lip, I’m tasting iron supplements,
I’ll skip the gym this week, ‘cuz I hit up a mosh pit
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The red sky brings a humming.. ‘cuz the mosquitos are coming,
Summer night must be falling,
I want you to be mine, underneath the ponderosa pines,
That’s the reason why I’m calling,
We’ll hear the hoot of an owl, and join the coyote howl,
Crying for good weather,
The cold night air is better, but maybe bring an extra sweater,
We’ll zip our sleeping bags together
Oh babe, baby come out of the city,
You’ll match my woods that are oh so pretty,
Out here it can get mighty lonely,
In the middle of nowhere you are the one and only
I’ll sing you a song from start to end, just please don’t tell my friends,
They don’t understand romance,
Ya baby, this is real living, the crickets rock a rhythm,
Just the right speed for a dance
I hope you don’t mind getting a little dirty,
To find peace and tranquility you gotta get a little sweaty,
Open summer skies and only a small army of flies,
I tell no lies it’s as romantic as can be
I’ll wash the dishes in the river, and pull out all your slivers,
If you keep my company,
It may not feel like a vacation, but the Sounds of Nature station
Can’t compare to my forest symphony
Oh pretty neighbour lady, come along be my baby,
Don’t worry, don’t be scared, we probably won’t see bears,
You’ve seen the Discovery Channel?
Wait ‘til you see the inside of my tent!
You can just sit there looking good, and watch me chopping wood,
Our fire’s way better than the yule-log channel,
We count the evening stars, unless it rains for hours,
In which case I will surely lend my flannel
Oh babe, baby come out of the city,
You’ll match my woods that are oh so pretty,
Out here it can get mighty lonely,
In the middle of nowhere you are the one and only
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7. |
Had a Farm
02:19
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Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
And on his farm he had some sheep, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
The sheep grew wool for a vest or sweater,
But no one cares, there’s polyester,
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
Oh ba ba bada, bad aba, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
And on his farm he had some pigs, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
But the permit for makin’ farm fresh bacon
Has been revoked, and the pigs were taken,
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
Oh ba ba bada, bad aba, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
And on his farm he had some cows, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
But the law said “Freeze! Mad cow disease!”
“Throw away all your beef and cheese!”
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
Oh ba ba bada, bad aba, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
And on his farm he had some eggs, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
But to be traded, they gotta be graded
At the facility two hundred miles away,
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
Oh ba ba bada, bad aba, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
And on his farm he had some fruit, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
But he couldn’t beat market price to compete,
California fruit is way more cheap, (<yes I know, bad grammar)
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
Oh ba ba bada, bad aba, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
And on his farm he had some corn, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
But the lawyer said “No, you cannot sow,
These seeds are owned by Monsanto,” (shit!)
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, eeh-i-eeh-i-oh,
Oh ba ba bada, bad aba,
Eeh-i-eeh-i-eeh-i-eeh-i-eeh-i-eeh-i-eeh-i-eeh-i-oh
Ol’ McDonald had a farm, but not anymore
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8. |
Home in the City
02:00
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Oh give me a home where the streetpeople roam,
Where the pigeons and sewer mice play,
And seldom is seen anything green,
And the lights are all on in the day
Home, home in the city,
Where everything is fuckin’ dirty,
And seldom is heard a polite or pleasant word,
And the skies are smoggy all day
A home I have found with a great view downtown,
Of the river, all slimy and brown,
And the fish are all dead, or mercury fed,
And I eat pesticide salad all day
Home, home in the valley,
Where all the cars and trucks rally,
Laying down rubber and fossil fuel smoke,
And the drunk drivers kill me all day
Home, home in the city,
Where everything is fuckin’ dirty,
And seldom is heard a polite or pleasant word
And the skies are smoggy all day
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9. |
Bumper Sticker Anthem
04:13
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Only when the last tree’s been cut,
And the last river’s been poisoned and the last fish has been caught,
Will we realize we cannot eat money,
Can’t eat your debit account, can’t eat your insurance policy,
You can’t eat your tax credits, no
I’d like to see you build a home,
Out of Maxi-Pads and Styrofoam,
And see how it long it stands alone after rains have come
And the wind has blown,
Can’t wait for nachos & dip
Made of hand sanitizer and computer chips,
Would you put it past your lips?
‘Cuz it’s all you’ll have when the world goes to shit
Fighting for peace is like fucking for chastity,
It makes no sense to me,
But it sure makes cents for the aristocracy,
It’ll be great to see our schools get all the money,
And the poor ol’ military will have to hold a bakesale to buy artillery
Only when the last tree’s been cut,
And the last river’s been poisoned and the last fish has been caught,
Will we realize we cannot eat money,
Can’t eat your debit account, can’t eat your insurance policy,
You can’t eat your tax credits, no!
God said to me, “Hey man,
What part of ‘thou shalt not kill’ didn’t you understand?
You’re guilty by demand”,
How many Arabs-per-gallon does it take to run your Dodge Caravan?
How many suicides buried under India-dirt does it take to make your cotton t-shirt?
How much hate does it take to fuel a war?
A war for fuel, fuel for more,
From ceiling to floor in your grocery store,
Everything brought to you by the pain of the poor,
Pain of the poor
You’re so hungry (x4) for that fuckin’ money,
But you don’t know (x4) what real hunger is, no!
My baby asked me, “Daddy, what colour were the trees?”
I said, “I think they were green”,
She said, “That’s the colour that I’ve never seen”,
My kid asked me, “Pops, why is the sky red?”
I said, “We didn’t want to walk, so we killed the world instead,
We didn’t care, and now we’re in a living hell…
At least the War on Environment went well”
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10. |
If I Grow Up
03:40
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If I grow up, I wanna be an anarchist, ‘cuz I am pissed!
I don’t want to go to kindergarten, I’m life’s just startin’,
I wanna stay in the garden and play, and learn things the hard way!
You can take me off your knee,
But you can’t take the kid outta me!
You can chop down all you can see,
But you won’t get me out of the tree,
Fabricate me a world, and blind me from the Earth!
I’ll still feel it in my bones, and fight for all it’s worth
If I grow up, I wanna be a vigilante, and set the whole world free!
Burn down the parliaments, disarm all the armaments,
Cut the phone wires and smash the cell towers,
Blow up the servers and kill all the power!
You can corrupt my innocence, but you can’t teach me ignorance!
You can put me in front of a TV,
But you can’t point my eyes to the screen!
Train away my nature! Bow to the legislature!
It’ll do nothing to calm my fight to show everybody the light
If I grow up, I think I should become the new Robin Hood,
And hide deep in the woods,
Individual Reclamation: just stealing from corporations,
I’ll share my loot with the poor, then go back for more!
This consumerist way is wrong, I don’t wanna play along!
The left they want pa’s profits! The right they want ma’s credits!
I don’t wanna eat this food! It ain’t made how it should!
Give your baby formula a rest, Mama’s tit knows what’s best!
If I grow up, I wanna be a shepherd of lost sheep,
A dirty hippy on the street,
Spread good news in sandals, hang out with whores and vandals,
Give up all my possessions, and love to the point of obsession….
…but I probably won’t
So I’ll break all of my crayons! And kick over the pylons!
Sneak into your back lawn, and steal your garden gnome!
Slap me high-five and pull my finger,
Eat my socks all soaked in vinegar!
I’m a brat, a little shit!
A punk full of boogers and spit!
But I’ll never let you know,
‘Cuz I’ll never let it show,
I’ll always keep a cool head,
And do what Mama said,
A pirate snake in the grass,
A mystery pain in the ass,
If I grow up I’ll be me,
But for now I’ll just be crazy
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11. |
Here & Now
03:11
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Everywhere I go I can hear the clock tickin’,
Everywhere I think I can hear the words… stickin’,
Every time I count I need all of the numbers,
Every storm I know how far away the thunder is
Everywhere I go I go for my ego,
Everything I do it’s for me or it’s for… you,
Every time I think I think these thoughts are mine,
I need to go where there’s no you and me, and there’s no time
Where we can just be
Welcome to Here & Now, population: One!
Where every time we’re on it, and everything is done,
Oh, the only town on the map, the only second on the clock,
The only place that is and the only time we know,
Where in the end everybody goes
Now every time I pass the mirror I wanna see my reflection,
Every time I pass the girl I want ejaculation,
Every time I pass the shop I want one more piece of junk,
Every time I pass the pub I wanna get drunk… Hey!
Everywhere I go I go for my ego,
Everything I do it’s for me or it’s for… you,
Every time I think I think these thoughts are mine,
I need to go where there’s no you and me, and there’s no time
Where we can just be
Welcome to Here & Now, population: One!
Where every time we’re on it, and everything is done,
Oh, the only town on the map, the only second on the clock,
The only place that is and the only time we know,
Where in the end everybody goes
Ooh, aah… every time is all the time! Ya
Ooh, aah… you are me, and I am you, my friend!
Ooh, aah… we always were, and we’ll never end!
Ooh, aah, oh here we go, here we go again!
Now every time I hear the praise I just ignore the flattery,
Every time I pass the clock I take out the battery,
Every time we talk you can enjoy my silence,
Every lightning storm I just enjoy the violence
Now we can just be
Welcome to Here & Now, population: One!
Where every time we’re on it, and everything is done,
Oh, the only town on the map, the only second on the clock,
The only place that is and the only time we know,
Where in the end everybody goes
Welcome to Here & Now
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12. |
Evolt!
04:45
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It was bittersweet right to the end,
I fought the good fight for love and the good fight for freedom,
But it would’ve been easier to just look into the light
When all the computers crash,
And all telephones get smashed,
And the amps all blow a fuse,
And all the wiring breaks loose,
And all the stereos get chucked,
And all the TVs turn into junk,
We’ll always have campfire punk
When the lights burn out,
We can still sing these songs,
When the power blacks out,
We can still sing these songs with the same old chords,
The same old songs but with different words,
Oh I don’t care if they’ve been played before,
‘Cuz we don’t have a prayer
Of singing words that’ve never been sung,
Writing tunes that’ve never been done,
But it don’t matter anyway as long as music’s being played,
So when the lights burn out, the campfires will never fade
And the fuel has been made,
Evolt and join the raid
(Whistling: 1 original melody, 6 plagiarized melodies)
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Fort Mutiny British Columbia
Fort Mutiny is a vision. Not a flawless utopia, but a lawless tribe of defiant free-spirits, brewing up a more natural life. How could such a dream be kindled? Music is a great place to start: uncensored honesty, fueled by personal journals, put to all-acoustic instrumentation. It doesn't matter who wrote it. What matters is that, if you belong at Fort Mutiny, these tunes may help you get there. ... more
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