“Capitalism” by Oingo Boingo

There’s nothing wrong with Capitalism
There’s nothing wrong with free enterprise
Don’t try to make me feel guilty
I’m so tired of hearing you cry
There’s nothing wrong with making some profit
If you ask me I’ll say it’s just fine
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to live nice
I’m so tired of hearing you whine
About the revolution
Bringin’ down the rich
When was the last time you dug a ditch, baby!
If it ain’t one thing
Then it’s the other
Any cause that crosses your path
Your heart bleeds for anyone’s brother
I’ve got to tell you you’re a pain in the ass
You criticize with plenty of vigor
You rationalize everything that you do
With catchy phrases and heavy quotations
And everybody is crazy but you
You’re just a middle class, socialist brat
From a suburban family and you never really had to work
And you tell me that we’ve got to get back
To the struggling masses (whoever they are)
You talk, talk, talk about suffering and pain
Your mouth is bigger than your entire brain
What the hell do you know about suffering and pain . . .
(Repeat first verse)
(Repeat chorus)
There’s nothing wrong with Capitalism
There’s nothing wrong with Capitalism
There’s nothing wrong with Capitalism
There’s nothing wrong with Capitalism

“1%” by Jane’s Addiction

All the people
I know wanna be left alone
Some people I don’t know?
They won’t to leave you alone
I guess you gotta be
Just be just like them

Now the biggest gang
I know they call the government
And a gang is a weapon
That you trade your mind for
You gotta be just be just like them

Ya know the gang and the government
No different
The gang and the government
No different
The gang and the government
No different

It makes me 1%
It makes me 1%
Oh God

Trouble comes down
Like a foot stepping heavy
Shake your fist at the bitch
Or wave your money

You gotta be right
You gotta be right
Don’t be no
Supper for a big fish
With the big lip
And the over bite, bite
You gotta bite

All the people
I know wanna be left alone
Some people I don’t know?
They want to leave you alone
I guess you gotta be
Just be just like them

The gang and the government
Are no different
The gang and the government
No different
The gang and the government
No different

That makes me 1%
It makes me 1%
It makes me only 1%
That makes me 1%

“Taxman” by The Beatles

Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman

Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don’t take it all
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah I’m the taxman

If you drive a car, I’ll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I’ll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I’ll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I’ll tax your feet.

Don’t ask me what I want it for
If you don’t want to pay some more
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman

Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
And you’re working for no one but me.

ABORT SCENE: libertarian industrialized hardcore punk!

ABORT SCENE is Digital rationalhardcore & electronic paleolibertarian punk taking over where The Yellow Day Brigade left off, strives to be an antidote to the effects of MDC, Bad Religion, Rage Against The Machine, and other artists spewing leftist views and popularizing criminal agendas. ABORT SCENE often placing the rhythmic vocals of hardcore atop hardcore-electronica crossover sounds.

A.B.O.R.T. S.C.E.N.E. stands for “Anarchists Beget Original Rebellion Toward Securing Capitalist Environments Necessitating Entrepreneurship”. It’s sort of a spoof of the Beastie Boys’ name origins, and ABORT SCENE is kind of like a reverse Beastie Boys in that it applies electronic instrumentation to hardcore punk.

The Yellow Day Brigade: libertarian punk & thrash!

The YDB defined the rationalhardcore genre/movement, and the double-album ‘Taxation is Theft’ contains libertarian and paleoconservative industrialized hardcore punk with flashy guitar often bordering on crossover-thrash.

Bio: The Yellow Day Brigade (The YDB) seeks to set the “punks” straight with its brand of rationalhardcore, a genre and movement it essentially founded. A revival of that old-school combination of jackhammer beats and thrashy riffs recalling Bad Brains and Minor Threat presents a shock to the wussy emo-pop-punk and extra-heavy metalcore fans alike. As if a jolt of early eighties hardcore is not enough, The YDB’s version also fuses mechanical beats and acid-bath guitar processing for an industrial edge heavily influenced by Big Black.

The abrasive sound waves aside, consider the amazement of some punk/hardcore enthusiasts when they discover The Yellow Day Brigade is staunchly against Leftist politics. In creating the rationalhardcore movement, The YDB seeks to create hardcore/punk music and culture steeped in anarcho-capitalist/paleo-libertarian discipline – And it will be done with or without the “mainstream hardcore/punk” empire. After all, isn’t secession central to real hardcore/punk?

Some of The YDB’s major musical influences include Bad Brains, Big Black, fast/thrashy music like oldschool hardcore and various types of punk and metal.


Praise: “(The) Yellow Day Brigade is a punk band that takes a decidedly unfashionable pro-freedom political stance, or as they call it, “Music consistent with the Non-Aggression Axiom.” … Hyphenated ideological labels aside, their songs are mainly short adrenaline bursts of antistatist rage, something I always find welcome.” – Ivan Osorio of OpenMarket.org, the official staff blog of the Competitive Enterprise Institute (CEI)

“Get Off My Property” by Right Arm of Wyoming

The first rule of being alive is: YOU OWN YOURSELF. Your house is your property and so is your mind. Your money is your property, and your organs when you die! Your free speech, your gun, your gold, your health care, your guitar, your bedroom, your yard, your cat, your water rights, your car/What you eat and what you smoke, who you marry, who you poke. What I say and what I do If it don’t affect you screw you! It’s all my property, Stay off! CHORUS: GET OFF! GET OFF! GET OFF MY PROPERTY! Mind your business keep your nanny state laws off of my ass. My bank account, my data when I order things online, records of my doctor visits and lists of my friends I don’t need no stinking chip in myself or my pet! Statist humps want us guilty ’til we’re proven innocent. Add more laws ’til honest folks all become criminals! Anarchists were Socialist in the punk rock in the good ole days. Makes no sense at all, you gotta pull your own weight! So-called anarchists voted in the bigger problem that we’ve got now. I’d take Ronald Reagan over these commie criminals we got now. At least the man had balls out there in the world stage and he could do some simple math so he understood free trade. (GUITAR SOLO) (GUN SOLO). Taxation is theft when used the way it’s used today for more than just the honest things in The Constitution – We just want a non-careerist Congress and a strong defensive military. Taxation is theft today with a gun to your head!

“My Gun Keeps You Honest” by Right Arm of Wyoming

I’m a peace lovin’ man, don’t wanna hurt no one. Just wanna be left alone, a little place in the sun. I’m a peace lovin’ man Don’t wanna hurt no one And of course, I own a gun. Truth be told, I own more than one. And I practice most every day. Because peace and freedom are not free. (Don’t tread on me) CHORUS: MY GUN’S FOR KEEPING YOU HONEST. THAT IS MY RIGHT AS A FREE MAN. I would never shoot a child. I’d never open fire on a crowd. I will never shoot anyone unless they threaten me or try to take my gun. There’s millions of us, no amount of laws will make us go away. You made up those false laws anyway. Why don’t you just fucking go away? I’m like a cat with teeth – I’m mellow and sweet until you fuck with me. There’s millions of us we’ll never go away. There’s millions of us, more every day.

“Redistribution of Theft” by Right Arm of Wyoming

CHORUS: REDISTRIBUTION OF THEFT WATCH YOUR COUNTRY DIE! REDISTRIBUTION IS THEFT WHILE YOU JUST STAND BY! Stop stealing from me! They start you with the pennies for the U.N. starving children when you’re only just a kid yourself. Beggin’ from your neighbors for those folks you’ll never meet with a healthy dose of mashed potatoes and guilt with your meat. Then you cannot eat in class unless you bring a lot – socialist indoctrination for the happy tots. Then they’ve got the soccer where everybody wins! No more competition for American kids. Branding normal talk as hate speech, stealing more of our rights out from our reach. California: failed social experiment – they give your money to the bums who’ll never ever earn a cent. Yet the federal powers that be ignore the 8th grade math and wanna take that global. Make it all equal but for some more so than others, giving our money to career welfare mothers. I propose two-term limits, first one in office, the second in jail! Forced-student volunteers build us labor camps when they think that they’re building schools. Pissed at your neighbor? Don’t bother to fret! e-mail the White House about that right-wing threat. They’ll brand the true Americans with chips in our arm. I’ll bet the Nazis wished they’d had that little secret charm. (As they march us off to the camps.)

“Government is a Collective Hallucination” by Right Arm of Wyoming

A census was worker was found hanging from a tree in Kentucky, with the word “FED” written on his chest. Chorus: GOVERNMENT IS A COLLECTIVE HALLUCINATION, BASED ON FORCED “COOPERATION”, WITH ROOTS IN INDOCTRINATION OF KIDS! From the cradle to the grave they wanna own you. Socialist indoctrination – own you. Can’t let you be free – own you. Socialist indoctrination – own you. Unconstitutional – own you.

Maybe the feds will supply each censless worker with his or her very own fed-goon body guard. (To ensure their safety, but actually to make sure all the questions are answered.) Remember, the census is how they knew where to find the Japanese, to intern them in camps in World War II. This hanging may be remembered as the first “shot” in Civil War 2.0. This one won’t be about race (not that the last one entirely was.) This one will be about States’ Rights and rejecting tyranny (Like the last one mostly was.) The feds wanna own you, from the cradle to the grave. Turn this into England where steak knives get you four years in prison. De-claw and disarm, until they can tax you 110 percent. I think and fear that the US Federal Government is tending more and more toward adopting international law over The US Constitution. Thomas Jefferson said “Resistance to tyrants is obedience to God.” I like that. I like it a lot. So let me ask you this, my young friends: will history repeat itself? Will you go quietly to the showers? Or will you risk your life when the moment comes? Brother against brother. Son against mother. I hate that it may come to this. We’re generally peaceful people. But good people can only be pushed so far. And wouldn’t you rather “die on your feet than live on your knees?”

“Gun Control Gets Women Raped” by Right Arm of Wyoming

Is it fair to put a little lady with a whistle up against an evil monster of a man? Fumbling for her cell phone in some darkened alleyway while she fulfils his sick and twisted plan. Gun grabbers would have you think it makes more sense for her to trust and dial 911, when in fact her chances of survival are far greater if that woman – she has got a gun. Gun grabbers will tell her to relax and just give in, maybe it’ll all be over soon. Not so likely sister, and statistics back me up, he’ll likely up and kill you when he’s done. CHORUS: GUN CONTROL WANTS YOU SEDATE! GUN CONTROL IS FEAR AND HATE! GUN CONTROL MAKES YOU UNSAFE! GUN CONTROL GETS WOMEN RAPED! It only takes a second for to beat somebody senseless, The cops won’t likely get to her in time. I would rather see that woman have a fighting chance to save herself from that twisted crime. If you love your sister, love your mother or your wife, teach her to defend herself against the rapist’s knife. If you love your girlfriend, love your granny or daughter, get her a gun to keep herself out of the murky water. Gun graboids would rather see you raped and see you beaten than have the power and the skill to keep yourself uneaten by the 6% who’d rape and kill you just to see you die. Gun graboids take money and will kill you with their lies. WOMAN: Daddy? May I please have a new gun for my birthday? MAN: Of course sweetie pop, because I love you very much! WOMAN: Thank you so much my wonderful husband! MAN: Heck honey, let’s go get it today! WOMAN: Love you! MAN: I love you too, baby!

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