Take Heed

Punk is a state of mind not just another media label (JB)

We’ll stripmine your underground culture, take a bite out and rinse it clean, give ourselves credit for creating it then sell-it back to you at twice the price (JB)

That’s exactly what happened with the punk movement, music industry took the idea and promoted certain bands that fitted the media “punk” image. That had people believe punk was about swearing in songs, spitting on bands etc etc.
When really punk was about collaborative spirit, a desire to come together through music to change things for the better. The music “scene” was just a small part of the movement a way of communicating and sharing ideas for change whether the environment or society.
This song Take Heed and another called Chickenshit Conformist put this across very well. M
Flux Of Pink Indians – Take Heed: http://youtu.be/p5pyMXL_9Bw

Take Heed
The music business got really scared
When punks created their own Alternative system
One that was honest and really cared
So they set out to destroy what punk had created
By dividing those involved
Choosing cult names and hatred
The gutter press said punks should spit and fight
And the puppet punks were fooled alright
They began to sniff aerosol and tubes of glue
Because the paper said that’s what real punks do
like spitting on bands covering them in shit
Even though they knew if they were playing, they wouldn’t like it
The promoters wanted to put a stop
to the cheap gigs bands arranged on their own
So they introduced more lies and once the seeds were sown
The puppet punks began to smash up halls
Believing they were having a real ball
But the destruction meant nothing at all
They were just dancing to the tunes
That big businessmen called
Very soon bands couldn’t afford to do their own gigs
And the promoters had won
They got their own way
Protecting their halls with bouncers
They decided which bands could play
And best of all they controlled the price that we all have to pay
Punk belongs to the punks
Not the businessmen
They need us, we don’t need them
Punk will never be dead
As long as some of us refuse to be led
The rip-off merchants were quick to cash in
And the puppet punks parted with their hard earned cash
To buy the exploiter’s rip-off trash
Unable to see that these people only sell shit
As long as the people are willing to buy it

Flux of Pink Indians

Chickenshit Conformist

Chickenshit Conformist

Punk’s not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
A close-minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don’t matter, it’s who you know
If the music’s gotten boring
It’s because of the people
Who want everyone to sound the same
Who drive bright people out
Of our so-called scene
‘Til all that’s left Is just a meaningless fad

Hardcore formulas are dogshit
Change and caring are what’s real
Is this a state of mind
Or just another label
The joy and hope of an alternative
Have become its own cliche
A hairstyle’s not a lifestyle
Imagine Sid Vicious at 35
Who needs a scene
Scared to love and to feel
Judging everythng
By loud fast rules appeal
Who played last night?
“I don’t know, I forgot.
But diving off the stage
Was a lot of fun.”

So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes
Again and again,
Chickenshit conformist
Like your parents

What’s ripped us apart even more than drugs
Are the thieves and the goddamn liars
Ripping people off when they share their stuff
When someone falls are there any friends?
Harder core than thou for a year or two
Then it’s time to get a real job
Others stay home, it’s no fun to go out
When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs
When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals
From New York metal labels looking to scam
Who sign the most racist queerbashing bands they can find
To make a buck revving kids up for war

Walk tall, act small
Only as tough as gang approval
Unity is bullshit
When it’s under someone’s fat boot
Where’s the common cause
Too many factions
Safely sulk in their shells
Agree with us on everything
Or we won’t help with anythng
That kind of attitude
Just makes a split grow wider
Guess who’s laughing while the world explodes
When we’re all crybabies
Who fight best among ouselves


That farty old rock and roll attitude’s back”It’s competition, man, we wanna break big.
“Who needs friends when the money’s good
That’s right, the ’70s are back.
Cock-rock metal’s like a bad laxative
It just don’t move me, ya know?
The music’s OK when there’s more ideas than solos
Do we really need the attitude too?
Shedding thin skin too quickly
As a fan it disappoints me
Same old stupid sexist lyrics
Or is Satan all you can think of?
Crossover is just another word
For lack of ideas
Maybe what we need
Are more trolls under the bridge
Will the metalheads finally learn something-Or will the punks throw away their education?
No one’s ever the best
Once they believe their own press”Maturing” don’t mean rehashing
Mistakes of the past


The more things change
The more they stay the same
We can’t grow
When we won’t criticize ourselves
The ’60s weren’t all failure
It’s the ’70s that stunk
As the clock ticks we dig the same hole
Music scenes ain’t real life
They won’t get rid of the bomb
Won’t eliminate rape
Or bring down the banks
Any kind of real change
Takes more time and work
Than changing channels on a TV set

Chicken-shit Conformist
lyrics Jello Biafra
Music Dead Kennedys

Punk is a state of mind, not just another label