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Louder Than A Bomb (Sunday A.M. Punk Rock Gospel)

Posted in I heart hip hop, I Heart Holidays, Music & Life & Sundays, politics, punk rock, Republicans scare me, Spirituality & Religion, Sunday AM Punk Rock Gospel, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 4, 2010 by alphabetfiend

They claim we’re products from the bottom of hell cause the black is back and it’s bound to sell. Picture us coolin’ out on the Fourth of July and if you heard we were celebratin’, that’s a world wide lie. — Public Enemy

Thanks for tuning in to this special Fourth of July Edition of the Sunday A.M. Punk Rock Gospel.

‘Cause the D is for dangerous
You can come and get some of this
I teach and speak
So when its spoke, it’s no joke
The voice of choice
The place shakes with bass
Called one for the treble
The rhythm is the rebel

So many Sundays, the punk rock gospel has been about appreciating the beauty in life and not being a hater; having gratitude and gusto; forming questions and searching for answers. All good, all valid, but this week is different. This week is about noticing the disfunction (whether in friendships, family or government) and demanding more than disfunction. Speak up, sound the truth, use your voice to fight for what’s right. Make up your own mind regardless of outside pressure. This week I urge you to doubt when doubt is warranted.

This week’s punk rock gospel selection is “Louder Than A Bomb” by masters of dissent, Public Enemy.

Last week , in “Tryin To Make It Real Compared To What,” Les McCaan and Eddie Harris sang:

The President, he’s got his war
Folks don’t know just what it’s for
Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
Have one doubt, they call it treason

Damn. The more things change the more they stay the same. Lyrics written in the 1960’s ring true like they were written yesterday, or back when Bush was in office, or back when Bush’s daddy was in office. I wanted to address the redundancy of politics (and the resulting tragedy) in last Sunday’s Punk Rock Gospel (Tryin’ To Make It Real…) but a political rant hardly fit the emotional tenor of that post.

Still it stuck with me like a burr on a dog’s ball sack.

Now, in the wee hours of July 4th, I’m thinking about patriotism.

Have one doubt, they call it treason.

Ask one question and “the terrorists win.”

I get weary of the old refrain “If you don’t like it, leave.” (I’m so weary of it that I’m actually thinking about leaving. Life as an ex-pat may be just the thing.) A patriot is someone who loves their country and squawks when they see it headin’ off the rails, who believes in the freedom our forefathers fought for, who knows that freedom is not some hyped-up propaganda to be used against us by speech writers.

Never servin ’em well, ’cause I’m an un-Tom
It’s no secret at all
Cause I’m louder than a bomb

Today, as we celebrate the Fourth of July, on boats or in backyards, wearing flip-flops or setting off fire-crackers, flipping burgers or making vats of lemonade, let’s remember that part of loving this country is looking out for it. A patriot is someone who wants the very best for America, not just the same old same old status quo. Complacence and silence can be devastating. A human voice can be LOUDER THAN A BOMB. Don’t be afraid to light that fuse!

If speaking up makes you Public Enemy #1 then so be it. You’ll be in some fine company.

To hear “Louder Than A Bomb” as originally recorded on “It Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back” (without the distraction of live footage)play this sucker.

If you wanna see footage of Public Enemy performing “Louder Than A Bomb” live, here’s a pretty great version culled from many not so great versions (with bad sound, bad shots or both.)

Peace out, patriots. I have an American Flag cake to bake — whipped cream icing with blueberries as stars and strawberries as stripes. Yum. Let them eat cake! Thanks for tuning in this 4th of July. I hope Public Enemy has inspired.

Let your rhythm be the rebel!!!

Louder Than A Bomb

This style seems wild
Wait before you treat me like a stepchild
Let me tell you why they got me on file
‘Cause I give you what you lack
Come right and exact
Our status is the saddest
So I care where you at black
And at home I got a call from Tony Rome
The FBI was tappin’ my telephone
I never live alone
I never walk alone
My posses always ready and they’re waitin’ in my zone
Although I live the life that of a resident
But I be knowin’ the scheme that of the president
Tappin’ my phone whose crews abused
I stand accused of doing harm
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb
C’mon C’mon louder etc…

I am the rock hard trooper
To the bone, the bone, the bone
Full grown – consider me – stone
Once again and
I say it for you to know
The troop is always ready, I yell `geronimo’
Your CIA, you see I ain’t kiddin’
Both King and X they got ridda’ both
A story untold, true, but unknown
Professor Griff knows…
“I ain’t no toast”
And not the braggin’ or boastin’ and plus
It ain’t no secret why they’re tappin’ my phone, although
I can’t keep it a secret
So I decided to kick it, yo
And yes it weighs a ton
I say it once again
I’m called the enemy – I’ll never be a friend
Of those with closed minds, don’t know I’m rapid
The way that I rap it
Is makin’ ’em tap it, yeah
Never servin ’em well, ’cause I’m an un-Tom
It’s no secret at all
Cause I’m louder than a bomb

Cold holdin’ the load
The burden breakin’ the mold
I ain’t lyin’ denyin’, ’cause they’re checkin’ my code
Am I buggin’ ’cause they’re buggin’ my phone – for information
No tellin’ who’s sellin’ out – power buildin’ the nation so…
Joinin’ the set, the point blank target
Every brothers inside – so least not, you forget, no
Takin’ the blame is not a waste, here taste
A bit of the song so you can never be wrong
Just a bit of advice, ’cause we be payin’ the price
‘Cause every brother mans life
Is like swingin’ the dice, right?
Here it is, once again this is
The brother to brother
The Terminator, the cutter

Goin’ on an’ on – leave alone the grown
Get it straight in ’88, an’ I’ll troop it to demonstrate
The posse always ready – 98 at 98
My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity
Tappin’ my phone, they never leave me alone
I’m even lethal when I’m unarmed
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb

‘Cause the D is for dangerous
You can come and get some of this
I teach and speak
So when its spoke, it’s no joke
The voice of choice
The place shakes with bass
Called one for the treble
The rhythm is the rebel
Here’s a funky rhyme that they’re tappin’ on
Just thinkin’ I’m breakin’ the beats I’m rappin’ on
CIA FBI
All they tell us is lies
And when I say it they get alarmed
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb

*Atomic Tree available as a print.

Black Man In the White House! Finally.

Posted in politics with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2008 by alphabetfiend

I’m bouncing around the room!

I’m tearing up every five minutes.

It feels so damn good to see those barriers blown to bits.

barack-obama-bw

This is how change happens.

This is the world doing the right thing. It’s a human rights issue and it’s huge and beautiful and glorious and about damn time.

McCain Dreams of Dictatorship! Isn’t that a Deal-breaker?

Posted in politics, TV with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 3, 2008 by alphabetfiend

Who’d a thunk that a presidential nominee could say he’s always aspired to be a dictator and America would just nod, “Well, isn’t that nice, it’s good to have a dream. Think big, boy, think big.”  OK, maybe we didn’t say that but we said nothing. Nothing. Like it’s no biggie. How can that be? If we elect John McCain, that’ll be all the atta-boy he needs. He’s running for President of the United States but he wants more power than the oval office allows. Are we down with a dictator, America?

Captain America sez "Down with Dictators!"

Captain America sez "I'm voting for the guy who's not a dictator. And doesn't want to be."

I was gonna write about Californication yesterday… but then McCain said some crazy scary shite even for him. Clear as day, easy as pie, like it was a familiar thought, John McCain said “If I were a dictator, which I always aspire to be –“ and my jaw dropped. My solar plexus tightened. I got the wicked chills. Writing about a sexy TV show went straight out the window. Instead I furiously typed away in a rush to post before McCain’s comments hit the evening news and the clip blew up all over the net (it’s on video, there’s no rumor, there’s no innuendo.) But I haven’t heard a peep about it and the piece I posted has had only a handful of hits. This worries me. This should’ve raised some hackles.

But this hubby & his honey moment was evil?

This hubby & his honey moment was pure evil.

After Senator Barrack Obama received the democratic nomination, he and (future first lady, fingers crossed) Michelle Obama shared a “we did it, baby” fist bump. That innocent gesture had everyone so spooked that the Obamas were accused of being Taliban-supporting terrorists. Yet McCain confesses that he has always aspired to be a dictator and it’s not even a blip on the radar? Maybe I’m naive but that surprises me. America is a Democracy not a Dictatorship. A presidential nominee should be the first to uphold our country’s vaunted “democratic ideals.” Why is no one saying “What up with that, old man? Wanna take it outside?” Aren’t those fighting words in this the old U-S-of-A? It oughta warrant a tighty-whitey wedgie at the very least.

Normally, I loves me a maverick but McCain doesn’t deserve his nickname. Not anymore. He’s a loose cannon nutball, not an outlaw trickster with a fresh vision and a brave plan. And now that he’s saying I’ve always aspired to be a dictator, well, I have to wonder if maverick is just code for something darker and more sinister.

Mao is a gas as Mickey but in real life, no. No no no.

Despite being a recent pop fad, dictators are still evil despots. McCain’s comment oughta be a deal breaker. Dictators are death. They’re silly as flocked Kozik busts but in real life, in our real lives, no good. No good! Bad. To the bone.

Is Pinko Smokin' Joe a McCain hero?

Is Pinko Joe a McCain hero?

I got the Robot Boy a Smoking Joe for his birthday and it’s a witty touch atop a stack of books on punk rock, trickster gods & Anarchy. But I would never invite the real Stalin over for cake and ice cream. The Robot Boy might — for the sake of dialogue — but political conversations can be a downer; toss in a Tyrant and that’s a real party pooper.

You’d think that McCain’s comment (“If I were a dictator, which I always aspire to be–“) would’ve dropped like a hot steaming turd all over the Republican Party. Party’s over, folks, go home and wash the stink off. Letterman was spot on when he said the McCain campaign’s “starting to smell.”

As my dad used to say — “No shit, Sherlock.”

Alphabetfiend is Dia VanGunten — a writer & wanna-be circus freak living in Austin, Texas.

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