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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.

“Dub & Dumber” — a hip hop attack on W politics

Posted in I heart hip hop, I Heart My Love-Tribe, I like big butts & I can not lie, politics, Rock & Roll, Romance & Relationships, Sex & XXX with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 9, 2008 by alphabetfiend

After yesterday’s post about the similarities between McCain & Bush — “McCain in Bush’s Pocket, Playing Pool” — I got to thinking about how bad another Bush would really be. It would either kill is or burn us to the ground so we could start anew (an Alexander Cockburn perspective.) Quality of life since Bush took office has steady declined which is not about economics but about a collective broken heart. I decided to dig up this rap a la my hip hop alter ego Plush D.  Can’t take no more of Dub & Dumber!

Bush's White House is a perfect fit for wanna-be Dictator McCain

Bush's White House is a perfect fit for wanna-be Dictator McCain.

Dub & Dumber  (A Rhyme attack by Plush D. Pow!)

The White House casts a shadow on our home.

In this, I know I’m not alone.

Our rooms reverberate with riot.

Outrage, fear, fret.

No PEACE, no quiet.

Alla dis has got my baby on a bummer,

can’t take no more of Dub & Dumber.

 

Eight too-long years of crime & con,

the Ugly Duckling ate its swan.

They lit the wick,

they dropped the bomb,

blew countless homes asunder.

Can’t abide by Dub & Dumber.

 

TV, radio, dot.com

anxious obsession, defeated depression,

safe to say I miss him.

Tho beautiful, these beloved breasts are no distraction

from feuds & warring factions,

trumped up “weapons of mass destruction,”

ignorant assumption.

Today a fighter, once a lover.

Had my fill of Dub & Dumber.

 

Why is our Mr. President

massaging the shoulders of the German Chancellor?

Tho she cringes with discomfort,

he’s self-imposing as a cancer.

If Cheney shoots his friends,

how’d you like to be his enemy?

We need free

We need free

Fuck their careless tyranny!

It’s sick how they inflict such trauma.

We need free of Dub & Dumber.

 

Took a sunset cruise in the car,

got more sad news on NPR,

an old-fashioned luxury anyhow,

gas prices climbing like they are.

Cause killing is commerce,

gross insatiable blood thirst.

Their agenda always comes first.

How I long for the old days,

basking in his green-eyed gaze,

a softness where I used to laze,

felt so pretty, so safe, so warm,

but now his brow is war-torn.

The White House, a blackness in our home,

evicted, eviscerated, all alone,

windows rattle with foreboding thunder.

They’re murderers, them Dub & Dumber.

 

Babes in arms,

I used to be one, sigh.

Give a teenager a gun.

Good idea.

Fitful sleep, dream of sirens,

sweaty sheets, bloody palms.

We go along to get along.

I never agreed to this.

I never wanted this.

I said no to this.

I’m ashamed of this.

Raise yer hand if yer pissed.

Say  “MISSISSIPPI GODDAMN!”

But this shit aint never been about us.

When the rain pours down,

they let us drown.

Too busy killing to protect us.

They left that city to sink under.

Just can’t trust that Dub & Dumber.

 

I hate it,  all of it,

the sick & twisted gross of it,

suspicious recounts,

voters locked out,

nepotism like a virus.

Stole the god-forsaken office,

then forced a war upon us,

wielded fear like a weapon against us.

Terrorism!  A grenade of a word!

How could we have allowed this?

Tirades at TV!

Curses at computers!

Riled at Radios!

Stuck inside our own homes.

Suddenly everyone’s a loner,

isolation courtesy of Dub & Dumber.

 

He got a white house havoc in his heart,

after I fixed that shit up so nice, made it homey.

Used to lounge around in it,

genie in her bottle,

now it’s chaos something alful.

It’s cause he cares but still.

He naps, astral travels to Iraq,

that’s not exactly restful,

and less & less of him comes back.

Some kind of creepy death pact.

Got somethin’ to say,

maybe a goofy antidote about yer day?

Well, take a fucking number.

So goddamned sick of Dub & Dumber.

 

Eight too-long years,

titties sag, hopes lag,

and someone sez “if you don’t like it, leave.”

Please!

Stand up & call it bullshit!

Don’t be afraid to name it.

That’s what makes a patriot.

One more thing, I probably shouldn’t mention it —

but is mine the only  man whose lost his taste for bush?

 

C’mon lover, turn off the TV.

Now whaddaya see?

Baby, it’s me, Plush D.

Howzabout a little bed-in for peace?

All I am saying is give me a chance.

A lennon-esque healing,

a laying-on of the hands.

I’m yours, you yoko-ono me.

 

Gonna cast my vote for Obam,

maybe then I’ll get a little som-som,

ease the heartbreak in my home.

High time the White House had some hue,

a leader with audacious hope & high IQ.

Dub is done.

Impeach!

Impeach!

Impeach!

Peaches say, “IMPEACH!”

Peltz has cocked her gun.

IMPEACH! IMPEACH! IMPEACH!

I’m Peaches Peltz and I approve this message!

McCain in Bush’s Pocket, Playing Pool

Posted in Hooray for Choice!, Mythos, politics with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 8, 2008 by alphabetfiend
Is McCain Bush's Bitch?

Is McCain Bush's Bitch?

The Obama Campaign has claimed that John McCain has voted with President Bush 95% of the time and, according to the Congressional Quarterley’s assessment of McCain’s voting record, that’s a fact.  I can’t bear any more Bush. I’m bushed! So that 95% has me freaked. And apparently I’m not the only one. According to a USA Today/Gallup poll, two in three Americans are also freaking. We don’t want a W’s mini-me to take over. We’re concerned that McCain’s policies are Bush’s policies and that McCain is just running for a third Bush term. Almost half — 49% — of us are “very concerned” that McCain is more of the same. He is. We should be worried. McCain was once his own man. Maybe he was even a “maverick” as he wont to boast. He hasn’t always had his hand in the Dub’s unzipped fly. Once upon a time he even balked at Bush. But no more. As Juan Cole said, “Both at home and abroad, McCain appears intent on abandoning some of his most deeply cherished personal values, including his commitment to secular values and distaste for religious bigotry, in favor of catering to the great W. coalition of white evangelicals and security-obsessed conservatives. Like Bush, his mantras are war and belligerence abroad.”  Well, that’s worrisome. We don’t want war and belligerence. We don’t want a man who would abandon his values. McCain ran in 2000 as himself and lost. To Bush. This time he’s running as Bush.

Dr. Evil Squared

Dr. Evil Squared

See that, we’re obviously all bothered by the resemblance because while trolling for piks, I found that someone had photo shopped a Bush-McCain mini-me. Perfect for this post but otherwise, a sad state of affairs.In an article titled “Want more Bush? Elect McCain” Helen Thomas wrote

“Sen. John McCain is moving to the right. McCain also has gone out of his way to cozy up to President Bush after their bitter rift in the 2000 presidential campaign. McCain is a strong supporter of the invasion and occupation of Iraq and believes the number of U.S. troops there should be beefed up. He is against abortion rights and gun-control laws and believes students should be taught the religion-oriented “intelligent design” theory of creation as well as the theory of scientific evolution. With his “hail fellow well met” persona and tendency to jaw with the media and pundits in the back of the campaign bus, he has created the impression in some quarters that he is a “moderate.” Forget it. His voting record speaks for itself.”

America loves mythos. McCain’s “Maverick” moderate POW good-soldier-hero white-man thang is something we wanna to hang onto. Some of us just can’t give up the ghost. Meanwhile, McCain slipped into Bush’s shadow with surprising ease. The gap between the mythos of McCain and the political reality is ever widening. After McCain cancelled his appearance on The Late Show, Letterman said, “This is not the John McCain I know, by God. This doesn’t smell right. This is not the way a tested hero behaves. A hero. An honest to God hero, an American hero, maybe the only actual hero that I know. I’ve met the guy, I know the guy. So I’m more than a little disappointed by this behavior. ‘We’re suspending the campaign.’  Are we suspending the campaign because there’s an economic crisis or because the polls are sliding.” Like Letterman, Margaret Cho gave voice to McCain’s mythos and the ways that we struggle to hold on to it. Cho blogged, “I am not voting for McCain. I hope that is obvious. I am sick of every one saying – ‘He was a good soldier. He was a good soldier. Um yeah. He was captured. So he was not that good.” The facade is crumbling. If McCain doesn’t honor who he used to be (or claims to be) then why should we?

In an amazing beautifully written Salon article titled “John McCain is George Bush” Jaun Cole wrote,

“In July of 2004, Bush abruptly announced that he was looking into whether Iran played a role in the Sept. 11 attacks on the U.S.  The whole fantastic set of allegations was immediately denied by Bush’s own intelligence officials. Hawkishness toward Iran was one way for Bush to take the focus off his failures in Iraq. Bush by his belligerence appealed to a combination of evangelical holy warriors and so-called national-security conservatives, and McCain seems poised to move in the same direction. Echoing Bush’s fear-mongering about the Islamic world, which by August 2006, two years after his reelection, regularly included references to so-called Islamic fascism, McCain maintains that the “transcendent” challenge facing the United States in 2008 is “radical Islamic extremism.” McCain alleges that “al-Qaida in Iraq” will “follow us home” if the U.S. withdraws from that country. McCain takes this line even though most Muslim countries are close allies of the United States and Osama bin Laden’s al-Qaida has been revealed to be a small fringe, now in disarray. McCain himself has joked about bombing Iran, to the tune of an old Beach Boys song.”

Remember that? Are you down with that? Do you want that in The White House? Do we want McCain’s insensitive, impulsive, petty finger on the button. Bush’s war has been a catastrophe. We can’t afford another war-monger. Especially one who, by his own admission, has always aspired to be a dictator and who thinks we should occupy Irag for the next 100 years.

Bush’s signature project has been the war in Iraq, which he has managed like a veteran Las Vegas magician, with a misdirection and legerdemain that can make a whole elephant disappear. Despite nearly 4,000 U.S. soldiers killed, 30,000 wounded, hundreds of thousands of Iraqis killed, millions displaced internally and abroad, the creation of a new and serious terrorism problem, high fuel costs at home, and the entire lack of any obvious benefit from the whole endeavor to the American people, more than 40 percent of Americans now say the U.S. is making progress in establishing civil order in that country. McCain went to the same David Coppersmith School of Prestidigitation as Bush. He says he is dedicated to nothing less than complete military victory in Iraq and the maintenance of bases in that country for as much as a century, and his audiences do not appear to break out in derisive laughter. (Juan Cole)

Ha ha he he ha ha heeee ha ha hee hee ho ho. he he he. Snort. snort. Sob sob sob. boo boo hoo. boo! boo!

Surely lack of health insurance for tens of millions, loss of good jobs, blighted cities like Detroit and New Orleans, and erosion of key civil liberties are a more “transcendent challenge” than the activities of small cultlike groups that are finding it harder and harder to operate on the soil of Middle Eastern and European allies of the U.S. But that’s not to say that McCain isn’t pushing a domestic agenda as well. McCain does have a domestic agenda. It’s George Bush’s. If he is elected, it will be “Groundhog Day,” the Bill Murray film about a character doomed to live through the same day over and over again. (Juan Cole)

Nooooooo! I hated that movie! I hated that President! I’m with Homer Simpson — it is time for a change, Homey.

Holy Suffering, BushMan!

Holy Suffering, BushMan!

Can you and your friends tell the difference between George Bush and John McCain? Take the Bush-McCain challenge!

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