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Dumpster-fire Days

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Salt of the Earth


My dear grandma was the salt of the Earth and the pride of Magnolia Street
Never missed a Sunday at Grace Lutheran, proud member of the Moral Majority
Could do enough for you long as you'd accepted Jesus, thought Mexicans society's bane
She said Martin Luther King was a commie troublemaker and AIDS was God's cleansing rain

We're the kind of folk who know that where you come from is all really anyone needs
Traditional values, fear of God, fear of anyone who looks, acts or thinks a little differently
Eschewed book-learning but showed up for book-burnings cuz ideas are how apostasy breeds
Yet somehow we know everything about everything and never met a war we couldn't cheerlead

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We're the salt of the Earth, we're the last and the first and we stand tall down on our knees

We're the nose-led footsoldiers of nobility who've kept us in our place for twenty centuries
We're the rueful, dutiful, glory-hallelujah-ful, marching in fanatics' thrall
The salt of the Earth is no spice of life, it's the poison that'll end it all

We're the peasants who cheered as heretics burned, put synagogues to the torch
Lined up to die for rich men's right to own people, enforced apartheid a hundred years more
We gathered in the square to watch Black men hang like a Friday night football game
We'll greenlight genocide long as some charlatan tells us it's in Jesus' name

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Tommy Keene Is Playing Kiki's House


Hey, baby, did you hear the news, there're fascists in the White House 

And half the country's cool with that
Jim Crow is all the rage again, measured reality suspended,
Like we all went back in time and unlearned good and bad

But long ago and far away, we read books and argued
Late into the mornings how to clean up our parents' cratered waste

Meet me at the Record Shack each Friday after last class, maybe
Punk rock, ideas, sex and booze could be the fuel of better days

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Twelve-pack in a gym bag, 6 Bus at Baldwin Street
Smoke count at half a pack, I'm 50 going on 23
It's a dumpster-fire day in an End Times kind of life
But Tommy Keene is playing Kiki's House tonight

1986, Songs From the Film, JP finds it in the cut-out bin
We spin it again and again like it turned some secret key in our restless brains
Niebuhr, Gramsci, Scruffy the Cat, Hobsbawm, Wiesel, the Mats
Social D, Marcuse, Del Fuegos, Dewey, threads the wove what we became

Morning in America, pastel propaganda

Corporations, Christians, contras, all fronts in one never-ending war
We raged at the sacred and austere, revenge for childhoods lived in fear

Rock & roll won't save the world, it's just the breaths between the horrors

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Aspire

We drove until the west became the last orange-purple gasp of day
A purity of moment rife with perfumed breezes of epiphany
Like time would somehow stop and truth would be revealed and all the miles would roll the other way

That's what sagely people say, but sagely people bore the piss right outta me

Venture unto roads less traveled, unless you're in the South
Twelve amazing places you must see before you die, just go back in time and be born with a trust fund

Be the best You you can possibly be, unless you're on coke, then tone it the fuck down

Never give up your dream unless you're bad at the skills it would require or unless it's kind of dumb

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Fear falling and you'll never fly

Unless you're on a building and don't have powers or some jet-pack kinda thing
In which case you also won't fly and the fear is reason
So just sleep it off and we'll talk in the morning

Whether you think you can or think you can't get the hell out of the way
Because some people might actually want to jump off this bridge and there's no day like today

It's the first day of the rest of your life, which, by the way, is a day shorter now
God only gives us as much as we can handle, just ask those badass kids in the cancer unit

If you're gonna light a candle instead of cursing darkness maybe go ahead and burn some stuff down
What you're looking for might be in front of you the whole time unless, of course, you already blew it

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Fear falling and you'll never fly

Unless you're on a building and don't have powers or some jet-pack kinda thing
In which case you also won't fly and the fear is reason
So just don't be stupid and we'll talk in the morning

Be Saffiyah Khan

EDL blitzed the Midlands in the spring of '17
To show the urban mongrels true champions of realm and queen
Saira joined her Brummie Brethren to shout the fascists down
But hateful eyes spied her hijab and in seconds they'd swarmed around her


Saffiyah came out to lend her voice to the antifascist choir
Hoodie, denim, raven hair, eyes that could conquer hearts and empires
She saw Saira beset by thugs shouting "Muslims out!"
Pressed her way into the scrum, smiled and stared the fascist capo down


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Be true, be brash, be a mensch, be antifash
Be heard, be undaunted, be what bad men fear, be Saffiyah Khan


Hands in pockets, cool as steel, she weathered waves of racist spite
Till the cops moved in and Saffiyah got Saira safely back to the Brummie side
The capo raged, "The unwashed left-wing scrubber's lucky she's still got teeth"
As photos beamed around the world and showed us the hero we can be


History is a churn of peoples, now and for centuries
Africa to Fertile Crescent to every point beyond, unceasing
Empires, trade routes, slave ships, bleeding frontiers, soil churned by war,
carnage, famine, machinations loosed by rich men wanting more


There's no static pristine culture, no magic dirt under sacred stars,
We're waves all merging into waves, the sums all better than the parts
Charlatans sell pride like crack and the only ones who think it's true
Are the dimwit, noseled Nazi bullies Saffiyah stepped up to

Be true, be brash, be a mensch, be antifash

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Stay the Fuck Home, Becky

Stay the fuck home, Becky,
It’s global crisis not an asshole competition
or a Chinese/Democratic plot
Stay the fuck home, Becky
There’s plenty of toilet paper to go around
Long as you don’t hoard the fucking lot


Stay the fuck home, Becky
Wash your fucking hands and keep your fucking distance
And maybe find a Netflix show to binge
Stay the fuck home, Becky
At least so the epidemiologists
know where to find you in a pinch


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Stay the fuck home, Becky, it’s the
literal LEAST you can do to help people not die
I know it’s not fun but times are shit for everyone and so just help us to get to the other side
And stay the fuck home


Stay the fuck home, Becky
Fox News might’ve told you science is heresy
But guess what might actually save you
Stay the fuck home, Becky
No one cares you’re asymptomatic cuz
All the sick folks were once too


If this were a movie not real life
You’d be the the character everyone hopes will die
Thus boosting everyone else’s chances to survive
(Stay the fuck home)


Stay the fuck home, Becky
The virus has shown no clinical response to
Your fucking lazy thoughts and prayers
Stay the fuck home, Becky
Maybe just try not to be a vector of
Untold suffering and despair


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Reply Guy (The Dick Nextdoor)

He played high school football, maybe all-conference, grades just good enough to get himself a scholarship
At a college just down the road and a degree in liberal arts
He's got an office job now, a wife he calls a "little lady," house in the burbs a room he calls a "man cave"
He knows the God-given order of things and every Toby Keith song by heart

And every night after dinner he logs onto twitter and he tells the libs what's what
Reciting the news just as Hannity spews it and letting every slut know she's a slut

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He's a man's man Alpha just dropping the truth and he threatens to rape women online
A community pillar of family values who threatens to rape women online
Because they'd expressed opinions and someone's got to police God's design
So the dick nextdoor sends rape threats online

And a handful of suburban white folks will tell you he's a decent man
He keeps his lawn mowed the school board up on books he thinks should be banned
He's pro-life, pro-gun, AllLivesMatter, all equal in Jesus' eyes
But he's got a pretty long and well-researched list of people who deserve to die

He goes to church and makes damn sure you know about it cuz the very best Christian are the ones who crow about it
Only sort of pays attention cuz fuck what Jesus taught, what's important is you believe
And sure, he's got a problem with atheists, millennials, Mexicans and Muslims and some of the Jews
Especially those teenage massacre-survivors he wishes caught a round or three

And after a few too many, sure, he'll say some dark things sometimes
Friend chalk it up to the booze never suspecting it'll all come out badly typed online

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He's a man's man Alpha just dropping the truth and he threatens to rape women online
A community pillar of family values who threatens to rape women online
It might be your daughter, your wife or your mom and, if not, no less malign
Cuz the dick nextdoor sends rape threats online

Nazis Agree With You

Look at the kid across the square, proud like a lion, pure like a child
Clean-cut, blue-eyed future of America exercising his free-speech rights
Standing up for tradition and heritage . . . oh, hey, he just did a sieg-heil
And maybe if we listened we'd learn some fresh new takes on Euro-ethnic pride

And maybe it clocks with you because you hearken a Utopia that never was
A Rockwell painting where folks kept to their end of the bus

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You agree with Nazis and Nazis agree with you
You want to make America great the same way Nazis do
You might not so-identify but you don't have to
If you agree with Nazis, your views are shit and so are you

You and I travel to the beat of a different drum, I say stomp all Nazi scum
You say it's just their two-cents, oh no
See, books would tell you we had that debate and it ended with Germany a smoking crater
And thus to all tyrants and anyone who wants to kill my friends

Look at that patriot driving his car into people like they're bowling pins 
Because antifascists are somehow worse than fascists these days
Cops deport and gun down brown folks every day cheerled by Fox and Friends
Because God blesses certain very pale people but somehow that's different from a master race

What does your Utopia look like cleansed of color, culture and enlightenment? 
A brain-drained waste where all must assimilate or die

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You agree with Nazis and Nazis agree with you
You want to make America great the same way Nazis do
You might not wear an armband but you don't have to
If you agree with Nazis, your views are shit and so are you

Monument

There’s a torchbearer marching with shield and sword
He spits hatred at his neighbors in the name of his Lord
Murder on his mind and a rifle in his hand
We don’t need a monument to that kind of man


The congressman sends thoughts and prayers but sticks to his guns
Sleeps safe atop his hill of laundered campaign funds
There’s graft in his pocket and a bible in his hand
We don’t need a monument to that kind of man


There's a lady in the harbor now a monument to tempest-tossed
millions who came here yearning to breathe free
All the men you now bow down to would snuff her light forever,
burn down everything those people built and call the smoking embers 'peace'


The king of the world wears a cap for a crown
He says rapists and criminals are living in your town
You might’ve known them for years, they might live right down the street
Now you’d heard them into boxcars if your messiah so decreed

He vows to build a wall and paint the country red
He rips children from their mothers while they’re sleeping in their beds
There’s malice in his heart and there’s blood on his hands
We don’t need a monument to that kind of man

Friney's Song


Heard you had a bad day that turned into a worse year
Like every wall on Earth closed in until you couldn’t breathe
Like you don’t have better things to do than fight off time and fear
Kids to teach, art to make and dorkess jokes to tweet


Some people say life isn’t fair like that makes it okay,
so rise and shove their hackneyed bromides in their stupid faces


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Look up at the Milky Way tonight, count the stars and multiply
By every galaxy beyond to the edge of time and space
Every ray of starlight
traversed the void unto our skies
Still can’t hold a candle to that perfect thing you radiate
You could light the darkest night with just the sparkle in your eyes


Not to be glib, I know I have no clue how one bad day can
Feel like it cut you deep and let you leak out on the floor
And even if the Earth’s a cesspit run by vile and venal men
You’re the exact thing that makes a better world worth fighting for


Sometimes even days seem dark
But you’re a beacon inspiring us to be better than we are


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Look up at the Milky Way tonight, count the stars and multiply
By every galaxy beyond to the edge of time and space
Every ray of starlight crossed the void unto our skies
Still can’t hold a candle to that perfect thing you radiate
You could light the darkest night with just the sparkle in your eyes


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Look up at the stars tonight, imagine each a metaphor or rhyme unequal
to that perfect thing you radiate
Every ounce of love you poured for everyone in good and bad times
flows back to you a millionfold like a tidal wave
You will ever light the darkest night with just the sparkle in your eyes



So Long, Good Luck and Fuck You


Another Saturday night, there’s pandemic outside
The world is closed until some date unknown
A better person might mull all we have in common
But the bigger crux now is some key things we don’t
Like you thought letting xenophobe science-averse sociopaths
run shit would work out just fine
And once we bury their victims, we’ll still be infested
With the virus that was here the whole time


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If you haven’t learned making life shitty for millions is a worse thing than helping them through
If a plague cannot teach you that death and privation are bad no matter who it’s happening to
If your god can’t convince you to love your damn neighbors and you’re as good as the deeds you do
Then any words we might share would be goddamn pointless, so so long, good luck and fuck you


I’m emotionally stunted, I’m a dumb fucking drunk
But I’ve tried to learn from my mistakes
And I’ve never once justified children in cages
Or made senators of dicks who cashed in on contagion
Or said eight million dead on the altar of Wall Street
Was a sacrifice patriots must make
But go on, say “it’s just politics” as the world bleeds
And pretend you didn’t hand them the blade


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If you haven’t learned making life shitty for millions is a worse thing than helping them through
If you can't see that wealth is not a measure of virtue, if you haven’t just fucking learned how to be human,
If your god can’t convince you to love your damn neighbors and you’re as good as the deeds you do
Then any words we might share would be goddamn pointless, so so long, good luck and fuck you


Now the chuds have switched this off so, friends and neighbors, let us talk
Of a better fucking world to be made
I might not make it out alive so it’s down to you rise up
And smash the garbage system that led millions to their graves
Tell the toffs who wrecked the earth to recognize your actual worth
And shut this fucker down until they do
Make a nation that fulfills every promise we were shilled
They don’t like it tell em “So long, fuck you.”
Yeah, so long, good luck, fuck you

March


We are gathered here today as in years and eons gone
To remind our would-be lords their time has passed
O brothers and sisters, it falls to us to right their wrongs
And we're not here to ask

We march for our neighbors whose dignity they've stolen
We march for the broken that they might be made whole
We march for the voiceless that their words might shatter thrones
Ever forward because we're not going back

We've amassed against tyrants, against bosses, kings and cops
When left no other recourse
We march for that denied us by those born on top
To make a world of no masters and no lords

We march for our sisters whose dignity they've stolen
We march for the broken that we might be be made whole
We march for the silenced that their words might shatter thrones
Ever forward because we're not going back


We march for those who marched before us that our song might shatter thrones
Ever forward because we're not going back


The Whirlwind

The ICEmen stalk the cities, dead-eyed craven soulless ghouls 

Haunting daycare centers, hospitals, factories, shops and schools 

Dragging parents from their families, culling neighborhoods like herds 

Just following their orders like those men at Nuremberg 


Neo-Nazis in our streets, straight-A DREAMers hauled to jail 

Children trucked to concentration camps as their shackled mothers wail 

Another day of ethnic cleansing by the enemy within 

Think you walk between the raindrops, don't be surprised when it's a whirlwind 


Fire civil servants, threaten judges, for being true to vows they swore 

Presume to rule by fear and tantrum forsaking every one of yours, 

Demonize all who won't bow to you, set loose your zombie thralls 

Pack the courts with sneering yes-men to raise you above the law 


Did you think we’d take your hand and just go gently into a new dark age 

That we’d turn our backs obeisant while you dragged our neighbors away, 

That all your Russians and your fascist cult can save you from your sins 

Well count your days and open wide and prepare to reap the whirlwind 


We’re Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Pagans, Buddhists, Sikhs & Jews 

We’re ironworkers, scientists and LGBTQs 

Latino, Arab, lawyers, artists, teachers, atheists, 

Irish, African, South Asian, every color that exists 

Service workers, Teamsters, Trekkers, rockers, rappers, clerks and maids 

NGOs, reporters, Parkland kids and veterans and DAs 

We’re the machine that kills fascists, as American as you, 

And you’ll go the way that all the tinpot despots always do 


Did you think we’d stand by while you tore down all the good we’ve ever known 

And make the world a rich mans' playground where the rest are on our own 

That filth like you goes anywhere but history’s rubbish bin 

So count your days and open wide and prepare to reap the whirlwind 


We’ve dealt with men like you before and we’ll deal with them again 

So count your days and open wide and prepare to reap the whirlwind