Straightline Thinking

We are all controlled by reinforcement of rules
Passed by those who are merely the tools of a system
Where achievement is based on deceit of the masses
By someone in whom they believe

We are all controlled by the straight-line thinking of straight-line thinkers
Who gave up drinking and smoking as sins….
To avoid being lower
Than their aspirations would allow them to go

We are all controlled by fear of the unknown
Because we’re not told all that there is to know
About things we consider as normal existence
So we accept exploitation and show no resistance

We are all controlled in our thoughts and actions
By things we were told by past generations
Of parents who used to rebel just the same as we do now so who gets the blame?

We are the rebels like the rebels before us
Pre-destined to scream in an out of tune chorus
Of voices repeating the words of the past
That diffuse in the process of ageing too fast

Deep in the soul if there is one
It tells you to do as you feel
Not as someone outside you dictates through their own misguided conception
Of what part you must play
In this game of deception

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans
From the album;
Worlds Apart

Fade Away

We live we die
And in between
We sit and wonder why
Why must we someday die?

Tried and tested
We live our lives
Like our dear parents did
Tied down and restricted

Of gods and guns
Do we need to die?
For Christ’s sake or for anyone?
They call it religion
And so we pray
For god to save us
From our evil ways
They call it self-decay

We live we die
In fear of gods and guns
And never knowing why
Why must we someday die?

So live your life
In fear of no one
We must have our say
Before we fade away

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans (UK)
From the album; Worlds Apart

Dehumanisation

Dehumanisation
They take away your name
Civilisation
It’s the dead man game
And we all like living this modern life
Television, radio, disco fights
Get a steady job – you were born to work
Well I can’t be bothered, I’m too much of a jerk

Dehumanisation
As you’re living on the dole
Or a working class hero
Because you’ve got a job

We all like working for an upper class runt
If you’re feeling downtrodden you can join the Front
National heritage to keep you in line
Abuse your intelligence, mess up your mind

Dehumanisation
Personality fix
Conformed to the eyeballs
With state politics (stale politics)

And they tell you you’re brilliant to keep you quiet
‘Only the idiots know how to riot’
Make sure it’s not safe to walk the streets
You wanna stay alive you’d better join the police

Dehumanisation
We ain’t got a name
But we still got emotions
Now the city’s in flames

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans (UK)
From the album: 29/29 Split Vision

Straightline Thinking

We are all controlled by reinforcement of rules
Passed by those who are merely the tools of a system
Where achievement is based on deceit of the masses
By someone in whom they believe

We are all controlled by the straight-line thinking of straight-line thinkers
Who gave up drinking and smoking as sins….
To avoid being lower
Than their aspirations would allow them to go

We are all controlled by fear of the unknown
Because we’re not told all that there is to know
About things we consider as normal existence
So we accept exploitation and show no resistance

We are all controlled in our thoughts and actions
By things we were told by past generations
Of parents who used to rebel just the same as we do now so who gets the blame?

We are the rebels like the rebels before us
Pre-destined to scream in an out of tune chorus
Of voices repeating the words of the past
That diffuse in the process of ageing too fast

Deep in the soul if there is one
It tells you to do as you feel
Not as someone outside you dictates through their own misguided conception
Of what part you must play
In this game of deception

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans
From the album;
Worlds Apart

From The Cradle To The Grave

Written in the 1980’s but still very relevant…….

Well they took you from your mother’s womb and put you in a school
Told you how to run your life by following the rules
Told you not to pick your nose or disrespect the queen
Scrub your teeth three times a day keep mind and body clean
Save up all your pocket money, nothing is for free
And you’d better trust your parents cos there’s no one else you see
And then they send you off each day remember what you’re told
“You may think you don’t need teaching but you’ll need it when you’re old”

And if you’re too intelligent they’ll cut you down to size
They’ll praise you ’til you’re happy then they’ll fill you full of lies
Cos intelligence is threatening and genius is sin
If you could ever see through them they know they’d never win

So they channel your ability into the right direction
If you’re good enough and rich enough you can be a politician
On the other hand if you’re too thick they’ll tell you that you’re lazy
They’ll put you down and wind you up until it drives you crazy

They’ll say you ought to learn a trade to help you in your life
Success is written in three parts: A job, a house, a wife
They’ll say that school prepares you for the awesome world outside
Well it certainly gives you bigotry and patriotic pride

Racism, sexism teacher to class
From school to work remains the same; are you white and middle class?

You’ll learn that bad men dress in black and good men dress in white
And the pamphlets in the playground say that’s right
And that girls were made for housework and boys were made to fight
And the naughty pictures on page-three make everything alright

And so from school to the outside world these morals you will take
And unless you can reject them you’ll have your mind at stake

They’ll give you a decision when you get to 18, too
The right to vote for someone else who says he cares for you
But the only thing he cares about is getting to the top
By conning you with empty words that promise you a lot
But the end result is slavery to a false set of ideals
You’ll be tempted to believe them cos they’ll seem so very real
The slavery of attitudes that make you keep in line
Subconsciously devoted to the morals of our time

And when you end up on the dole which you very likely will
They’ll offer you a brand new trade: Learning how to kill

Why don’t you join the army? Be a man and not a fool
There’s someone else to think for you just like there was at school

They’ll promise you absolution from the murders you’ll commit
In the name of god and country they can get away with it
They fill you full of orders and promise you rewards
Like busting up your family by sending you abroad
A holiday in Germany or Iceland or Hong Kong
Making money being useless well it seems it can’t go wrong
But then it’s off to Northern Ireland where you’ll practice what they preached
You’ll shoot to keep yourself alive and kill to keep the peace
And then it won’t be so much fun as you hear the wounded crying
Cos before they couldn’t speak english and you didn’t know what they were saying
But when the children call you “Bastard” it will make you think again
When you cannot tell the difference between animals and men

Animals don’t wear uniforms but they kill as much as you
But the army kills for money and animals kill for food
It’s the basest degradation in the name of what is right
Become something you never were and regret it til you die

Cos your father will tell you “Sonny, you must do as you are told”
And you’ll say the same thing to your kids when you’re 32 years old
And unless you can react against the brainwash from the start
Your government will rule your mind and your mind will rule your heart
You’ll conform to every social law and be the system’s slave
From birth to school to work to death, from the cradle to the grave…..

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans (UK)
From the album: From The Cradle to the Grave

Face Off / Youth

[Face Off]
Lots of them
You know there’s lots of them
There’s reasons
Everyday changes my mind like the seasons
I’m asking for answers
I’m looking in mirrors
Ripples in rivers
Face just drifting away, away

Where’s the reasoning?
Yes and no are neither good enough
Gimme some of that, gimme some of that, gimme some of that, spontaneity stuff
Blink before you think too hard
Saw your smile in a passing car

Borrowed your pen
I wanna write like you do again and again and again and again
Riots in the uniform of peace
Couple’a big ones up your sleeve

Ten to nine and it’s shut down the factory
Pull up the floorboards and build a bonfire
Having a party in your head
Sniff this greezer! And go to bed!

Turned off the light
Stayed up all night
Blown to bits!
Shrivelled up opened out and exploded
Where he usually sits

Go to it youth
Discover the truth
Don’t bottle it up
Cos it’s 99% proof

[Youth]
No no it’s not how old you are
Not the blushing brides and the propped up bar
After the bells have rung
And the next perspective has begun

Not the corner of some foreign field
Not the name engraved on stainless steel
Not the thank you note for inventing the wheel
But an innocence dressed in knowing too much
Never scared to theorise but half scared to touch
But rejecting the world that made it such

Oh to be as youthful as I am
Oh to be as manic as you are
Oh to be as worried in our happiness
But never will we be so near
Yet look so far
Be so near
Yet look so far
Yet look so far

Beyond the social attitudes
That narrow the path and distort the view
Complacency defies energy
And the other way round

We grow as fast as time is slow
We grow as fast as time is slow
We grow as fast as time is slow
Enough to keep our head to the ground
For youthfulness is a louder sound
Than age – that turning of the page – can make
A forced resemblance of getting old
Left the majority feeling cold
Forgot that energy never gets old
We grow with what we’ll always know
And feel the sense of experience
Experience – Youth, youth
Experience – Youth, youth
Experience – Youth

Lyrics; Dick Lucas
Music; Citizen Fish
From the album; Free Souls In A Trapped Environment

Where’s The Freedom?

We’re going backwards
Into the sin of self-neglect
What do we stand for?
It’s very easy to forget
The protest marches
Is it the done thing to object?
So where’s the freedom?
Your conscience hangs around your neck

Where’s the freedom?

We’re going crazy
With paranoia, fear, and greed
Accepting standards
Believing what we hear and read
And when we think we’ve sussed out a new reality
But is this freedom or just another hand from which we feed?

Where’s the freedom?

We’re going nowhere
In vicious circles we gyrate
The new sub-culture
With cliches painted on their face
We cannot see past
The elitist barriers we create
We reject the system
But put another in it’s place

Where’s the freedom?

Lyrics; Dick Lucas
Music; Subhumans (UK)
From The Album; From The Cradle To The Grave.

Fade Away

We live we die
And in between
We sit and wonder why
Why must we someday die?

Tried and tested
We live our lives
Like our dear parents did
Tied down and restricted

Of gods and guns
Do we need to die?
For Christ’s sake or for anyone?
They call it religion
And so we pray
For god to save us
From our evil ways
They call it self-decay

We live we die
In fear of gods and guns
And never knowing why
Why must we someday die?

So live your life
In fear of no one
We must have our say
Before we fade away

Lyrics: Dick Lucas
Music: Subhumans (UK)
From the album; Worlds Apart

Black And White

Silence – is no reaction
“Violence” – that one-word caption
Can you say it with just one word?
Unspoken – the sins that go unheard

[Chorus:]
Government… bullshit
Black and white… fight

Look though this broken window
From normality into the ghetto
Broken through madness, hate, and boredom
U.K. – a disunited kingdom

[Chorus]
Government… bullshit
Black and white… fight

Enquiries, but no solutions
Faceless, empty illusions
Reasons are always pushed aside
Remember the day the country died
Remember the day the country died

Lyrics; Dick Lucas
Music; Subhumans (UK)
From the album; The Day The Country Died.