Integrity and Love
These are what should make the world go around. Governments are popping out their own dead president meme coin and printing billions of them fiat shi-ats. Don't worry the feds got your meds.
Today I was finally offered a promotion at work. All I had to do was leave my school behind and teach for another branch of the office of education uptown. It's true it is closer to my house and I get a little more pay and less teaching hours. But they would give me paperwork and put me in charge of translations and liaison work. That ain't me.
Forget it. They are not getting me to become one of them. I were blue jeans and a black t-shirt to work. I make fun music for kids and play games and sing songs. I do not do paper work. They can keep their fiat shi-at. I'm staying with the kids from the hood. I'm not moving to a school uptown just to teach in some snazzy school and be someone's errand boy. I don't play that game.
Dead Kennedys
Today the Dead Kennedys are stuck in my brain. It was the music I listened to in high school. This album was hard to come by if you did hear it you will know who the Dead Kennedys are not.
They are not a sell out.
Punk lives as long as there are those who will stand up for the truth. This song is mostly sarcastic, but the message is obvious. They will not conform to what the record producers are demanding.
Music tells a story but the record producers wanted what sells. Punk was the opposite of that. It was pure rebellion to what the mainstream wanted. In the 80s pop was king and everybody was happy living under a lie until the lie couldn't be held any longer. Well the Dead Kennedy's Put it best in their song. If they wanted to make money in music they needed "a big cock and a small brain".
Hold it!
We've gotta prove we're adults now
We're not a punk rock band... We're a new wave band
I'm tired of self-respect
I can't afford a car
I wanna be a prefab superstar
I wanna be a tool
Don't need no soul
Wanna make big money
Playing rock and roll
I'll make my music boring
I'll play my music slow
I ain't no artist, I'm a business man
No ideas of my own
I won't offend
Or rock the boat
Just sex and drugs
And rock and roll
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
You'll pay ten bucks to see me
On a fifteen foot high stage
Fatass bouncers kick the shit
Out of kids who try to dance
If my friends say
I've lost my guts
I'll laugh and say
That's rock and roll
But there's just one problem
Is my cock big enough
Is my brain small enough
For you to make me a star
Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul
Pull my strings and I'll go far
Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul
Pull my strings and I'll go far
And when I'm rich
And meet Bob Hope
We'll shoot some golf
And shoot some dope
Is my cock big enough
Is my brain small enough
For you to make me a star
Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul
Pull my strings and I'll go far
Guitar!
Everybody, put your hands together!
Is my cock big enough?
Is my brain small enough?
For you to make me a star
Everybody sing it one time!
Is my cock big enough?
Is my brain small enough?
For you to make me a star
Shut up and dance, everybody!
Is my cock big enough?
Is my brain small enough?
For you to make me a star
Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul
Pull my strings and I'll go far
One more time!
Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul
Pull my strings and I'll go far
And drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen, we sure do love you, we'll see you next time, having a good time playing good and loud rock and roll