Our God’s Are Falling Down

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Witch Hunt

“Witch Hunt”
The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torch lit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill

They say there are strangers who threaten us
Are immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
That those who know what’s best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand…

Lyrics –Neil Peart
Original Music– Rush
Best cover version (IMO)–Machine Head

Our Civilization’s Dark Age

The Earth is going through a dark age at the moment. Material possessions count more than a persons soul. Like children, humans are preoccupied with technological toys, which they believe will bring them riches and happinness. This shows the superficiality of human culture and a careless disregard for nature. In their greedy quest for more complex machines, humans are prepared to sacrifice almost anything – the natural environment, animals even other humans. The dreadful spectre of blowing up the world hardly makes humans falter in this headlong rush.

Talk Is Cheap

Talk is cheap and its easy to shout
If we spent all our time working things out
Would it change anything?
Words are cheap and anyone can sing
So let’s sing a song about all the wrongs 

Complaining and straining
This is where it belongs
Or so some one said
It must’ve been something I read

But while I weas reading
 The ethics lay bleeding
Stab the back of the hand that feeds you 

We fall apart in the ‘basic human nature’ excuse
It’s the heart of the gig that bleeds
From the endless soul self-abuse
Tied to the bar in the hope of reviews
From the obvious to the obtuse

The critics who sound so profound
About the mythical ‘new underground’

But talk is cheap
The words of wisdom put you to sleep
And you don’t even read the cuttings you keep
Just following trends
The trail never ends
When all the solutions are just round the bend 

You’re upholding ideas that you’d never defend
In the endless search you cannot comprehend
That there’s nothing that wonderful
In worshipping trivial
Ego material
Music sells papers
Who sell you the feeling
As if it was missing (Yeah really)

Talk is cheap
Till you put it in print
Sing as you read
The words all fit 

Now we’re learning the words
Obscure or absurd
It makes no difference
It never gets heard
No it never gets ‘in’
What you really want to win
When there’s nothing to be
You say ‘look at me!’
And it works!
Yes it works!
Talk is cheap
But shouting is free!

Lyrics: Dick Lucas

Civilization Street

Civilization Street
Here we all are on civilization street
Where the neighbours never meet
And you have to be discreet
Don’t ever talk to strangers
Even when they offer you sweets
Keep your mouth shut,
keep your mouth shut
Keep your head down

Here we all are in civilization town
Where the shops are closing down
And the people rush around
No time to stop and talk
While the clocks are going round
Keep your head down,
keep your head down
Keep your mouth shut

Here we all are in civilization city
Where the lights are oh so pretty
And the concrete smells of money
Laced with years of exploitation
Got no job, got no job
Oh what a pity

Where the church is empty
And the graveyard full
The skies are gray with chemicals
And all the books lie in the dust
The televisions never rust
Watch the people wither away
Alone together – ‘Have a nice day!’
Have a nice day!

On civilization street the jigsaw’s incomplete
We got the whole world at our feet

But we ruined all the good bits
And cut down all the trees
And dumped the radiation
Into the big blue sea
And carved up someones landscape
Just to get from A to B
Just to move that little bit faster
In your five speed luxury
Just to move that little bit closer
To the world on your T.V.
Everyone needs more money (ha!)
Cos nothing makes ends meet
Cos time is money, time is money
And money buys time
On civilization street
Civilization street

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Culture Shock

Cosmetic Plague

Being honest is no means of survival
Avoid your inner-feelings like the plague
This is what it takes to comply with the images this structure will accomodate
But things aren’t what they seem
When they’re partially hidden behind walls of pretence built for peace of mind
The barriers between us are forever maintained by our acceptance of the roles others choose to define

In a world of competition life’s portrayed as a contest
Where we’re forced to live by making gains at others expense
But no-one’s really gaining
When perpetual conflict’s the result of our relationships based on pretence
We don’t need this cultural cosmetic division
It upholds the self-interest
On which the system feeds
A deconditioned consciousness of mutual respect
Is the only way to cure this cosmetic disease.

Lyrics; Nick Blinko

Music; Rudimentary Peni

Never Follow

Never Follow

Follow me
I’ll take you there
You needn’t think
You needn’t care
On the way
We’ll find some others
Baptize with lies
And make them brothers

No I will never follow
I will never follow
Your truth diseased and hollow
No I will never follow

Forget your thoughts
Forget your will
Tell that voice inside
To just keep still
If it gets to be too much
Just turn your eyes away
The free individual’s from a bygone day

No I will never follow
I will never follow
Your truth diseased and hollow
No I will never follow
I’ll be your destroyer
Your world’s great annoyer
I’ll be your destroyer
No worn propaganda for me

Follow me
I’ll take you there
You needn’t think
You needn’t care
We’ll all go gentle
Into that good night
There’ll be no more raging
Against the dying of the light

No I will never follow
I will never follow
Your truth diseased and hollow
No I will never follow
I’ll be your destroyer
Your world’s great annoyer
I’ll be your destroyer
No guns, knives, nor lawyers
No I will never follow
I will never follow
You can’t take my will away
My dreams will never say die

“Never Follow”
lyrics John Haggarty
GreatMusic Naked Raygun