deadkennedys silentbob when i list my favorite bands, The Dead Kennedys are always among them. I've liked them since i was about 14, back in the good old late 90's. to avoid listing some lameass biography someone else wrote, thus producing something lame TWICE, i will just make my own lameass biography. I started going on mirc in the eigth grade and i talked to this guy named scott who called himself stuartsut. we talked in a beatles channel. scott likes pretty much all forms of music, but dead kennedys were his favorite band. i live in iowa. for anyone who lives in small midwestern towns, you understand the tragedy of being very underexposed to everything. Everything. So scott sent me some tapes in the beginning of my freshman year. majority of the tapes were Jello Biafra spoken word albums, just things off his own cds he had taped off at random. and the last tape i listened to that he sent me was jello's old band, the dead kennedys. they started in '78 or so i read, when Eric boucher was a mere 19. they broke up in '86 or 87. hmm...odd. i thought it was 87, but this says it was 86. evil. anyway.... they are from sanfransisco. political punk rock. perhaps not THE first, but one of the first punk bands to have longer songs than just three or four minutes. im not really sure of this, this is just what i have come to understand. someone once said they were the first hardcore band, Nazi Punks Fuck Off, Moral Majority, and Dogbite are some really fast and hard dead kennedy songs which just might very well be the first hardcore shit. blah blah blah. i only type it as it comes to my head. so now i'll get to lyrics. 001129 ... silentbob Soup Is Good Food words: Biafra / music:Ray,Biafra,Fouride & Peligro We're sorry But you're no longer needed Or wanted Or even cared about here Machines can do a better job than you This is what you get for asking questions The unions agree Sacrifices must be made Computers never go on strike To save the working man you've got to put him out to pasture Looks like we'll have to let you go Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know That you--the human being--are now obsolete And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it CHORUS Soup is good food--(We don't need you any more) You made a good meal--(We don't need you any more) Now how do you feel--(We don't need you any more) To be shit out our ass And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash We're sorry You'll just have to leave Unemployment runs out after just six weeks How does it feel to be a budget cut* You're snipped You no longer exist Your number's been purged from our central computer So we can rig the facts And sweep you under the rug See our chart? Unemployment's going down If that ruins your life that's your problem Soup is Good Food Etc. We're sorry We hate to interrupt But it's against the law to jump off this bridge You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else A tourist might see you And we wouldn't want that I'm just doing my job, you know So say uncle And we'll take you to the mental health zoo Force feed you mind-melting chemicals Til even the outside world looks great In hi-tech science research labs It costs too much to bury all the dead The mutilated disease-injected Surplus rats who can't be used anymore So they're dumped (with no minister present) In a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit Ground into sludge and flushed away Aw geez Soup is good food You made a good meal etc. We know how much you'd like to die We joke about it on our coffee breaks But we're paid to force you to have a nice day In the wonderful world we just made for you Poor Rats... we human rodents chuckle at least we get a dignified cremation At yet At 6:00 tomorrow morning It's time to get up and go to work M.T.V.--Get Off the Air words: Biafra / Music: Biafra & Ray Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb Woof down the beer (click!) Hi I'm your video DJ I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go My job is to help destroy What's left of your imagination By feeding you endless doses Of sugar-coated mindless garbage So don't create Be sedate Be a vegetable at home And thwack on that dial If we have our way even you will believe This is the future of rock and roll How far will you go How low will you stoop To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill You've turned rock and roll rebellion Into Pat Boone sedation Making sure nothing's left to the imagination M.T.V. Get off the M.T.V. Get off the M.T.V. Get off the air Get off the air See the latest rejects from the muppet show Wag their tits and their dicks As they lip-synch on screen There's something I don't like About a band who always smiles Another tax write-off For some schmuck who doesn't care M.T.V. Get off the air And so it was Our beloved corporate gods Claimed they created rock video Allowing it to sink as low in one year As commercial TV has in 25 "It's the new frontier," they say It's wide open, anything can happen But you've got a lot of nerve To call yourself a pioneer When you're too god-damn conservative To take real chances. Tin-eared Graph-paper brained accountants Instead of music fans Call all the shots at giant record companies now The lowest common denominator rules Forget honesty Forget creativity The dumbest buy the mostest That's the name of the game But sales are slumping And no one will say why Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!? M.T.V.--Get off the air! NOW! 001129 ... silentbob Stars and Stripes of Corruption words: Biafra / Music: Biafra, Ray, Flouride & Peligro Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night I couldn't wait I headed straight for the Capitol Mall My heart began to pound Yahoo! It really exists The American International Pictures logo I looked up at the Capitol Building Couldn't help but wonder why I felt like saying "Hello, old friend" Walked up the hill to touch it Then I unzipped my pants And pissed on it when nobody was looking Like a great eternal Klansman With his two flashing red eyes Turn around he's always watching The Washington monument pricks the sky With flags like pubic hair ringed 'round the bottom The symbols of our heritage Lit up proudly in the night Somehow fits to see the homeless people Passed out on the lawn So this is where it happens The power games and bribes All lobbying for a piece of ass Of the stars and stripes of corruption Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes Trying to start another Viet Nam Like fiddling while Rome burns at home The Boss says, "You're laid off. Blame the Japanese" "America's back," alright At the game it plays the worst Strip mining the world like a slave plantation No wonder others hate us And the Hitlers we handpick To bleed their people dry For our evil empire The drug we're fed To make us like it Is God and country with a band People we know who should know better Howl, "America riles. Let's go to war!" Business scams are what's worth dying for Are the Soviets our worst enemy? We're destroying ourselves instead Who cares about our civil rights As long as I get paid? The blind Me-Generation Doesn't care if life's a lie so easily used, so proud to enforce The stars and stripes of corruption Let's bring it all down! Tell me who's the real patriots The Archie Bunker slobs waving flags? Or the people with the guts to work For some real change Rednecks and bombs don't make us strong We loot the world, yet we can't even feed ourselves Our real test of strength is caring Not the toys of war we sell the world Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms Old glory for a blanket As you suck on your thumbs Real freedom scares you 'Cos it means responsibility So you chicken out and threaten me Saying, "Love it or leave it" I'll get beat up if I criticize it You say you'll fight to the death To save your worthless flag If you want a banana republic that bad Why don't you go move to one But what can just one of us do? Against all that money and power Trying to crush us into roaches? We don't destroy society in a day Until we change ourselves first From the inside out We can start by not lying so much And treating other people like dirt It's easy not to base our lives On how much we can scam And you know It feels good to lift that monkey off our backs I'm thankful I live in a place Where I can say the things I do Without being taken out and shot So I'm guard against the goons Trying to take my rights away We've got to rise above the need for cops and laws Let kids learn communication Instead of schools pushing competition How about more art and theater instead of sports? People will always do drugs Let's legalize them Crime drops when the mob can't price them Budget's in the red? Let's tax religion No one will do it for us We'll just have to fix ourselves Honesty ain't all that hard Just put Rambo back inside your pants Causing trouble for the system is much more fun Thank you for the toilet paper But your flag is meaningless to me Look around, we're all people Who needs countries anyway? Our land I love it too I think I love it more than you I care enough to fight The stars and stripes of corruption Let's bring it all down! If we don't try If we just lie If we can't find A way to do it better than this Who will? 001129 ... silentbob BLEED FOR ME You've been hanging 'round With an enemy of the state Come with me to the building That no one stops to watch (chorus) C'mon bleed C'mon bleed C'mon bleed Bleed for me We'll strap you to a pipe Electrodes on your balls C'mon scream C'mon writhe Face down in a pool of piss (chorus) In the name of world peace In the name of world profits America pumps up our secret police America wants fuel To get it, it needs puppets So what's ten million dead? If it's keeping out the Russians We're well trained by the CIA With Yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg The Peace Corps builds us labor camps When they think they're building schools Hah When cowboy Ronnie comes to town Forks out his tongue at Human rights Sit down enjoy our ethnic meal Dine on some charbroiled nuns Try a medal on... Smile at the mirror as the cameras click And make big business happy Anytime Anywhere Maybe you'll just disappear (chorus) 001129 ... silentbob NAZI PUNKS FUCK OFF Punk ain't no religious cult Punk means thinking for yourself You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair When a jock still lives inside your head Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks - Fuck Off! Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks - Fuck Off! If you've come to fight, get outa here You ain't no better than the bouncers We ain't trying to be police When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks - Fuck Off! Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks - Fuck Off! Ten guys jump one, what a man You fight each other, the police state wins Stab your backs when you trash our halls Trash a bank if you've got real balls You still think swastikas look cool The real nazis run your schools They're coaches, businessmen and cops In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks - Fuck Off! Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks - Fuck Off! You'll be the first to go You'll be the first to go You'll be the first to go Unless you think... 001129 ... silentbob MORAL MAJORITY You call yourself the Moral Majority We call ourself the people in the real world Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive God must be dead if you're alive You say, 'God loves you. Come and buy the Good News' Then you buy the president and swimming pools If Jesus don't save 'til we're lining your pockets God must be dead if you're alive Circus-tent con-men and Southern belle bunnies Milk your emotions then they steal your money It's the new dark ages with the fascists toting bibles Cheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch Trials Stodgy ayatollahs in their dobble-knit ties Burn lots of books so they can feed you their lies Masturbating with a flag and a bible God must be dead if you're alive Blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell Blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms Blow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan What's wrong with a mind of my own? You don't want abortions, you want battered children You want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem Now you wanna force us to pray in school God must be dead if you're such a fool You're planning for a war with or without Iran Building a police state with the Klu Klux Klan Pissed at your neighbour? Don't bother to nag Pick up the phone and turn in a fag Blow it out your ass, Terry Dolan Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schlafly Ram it up your cunt, Anita Cos God must be dead If you're alive God must be dead If you're alive 001129 ... silentbob Forward to Death Words & music: 6025 I don't need your way of life I can't stand your attitudes I can do without your strife I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings me down Gag with every breath This world brings me down I'm looking forward to death It seems so unreal to me So much hate and so mouch pity I can't take another day It's such a bore It gets me really sore I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings me down Gag with every breath This world brings me down I'm looking forward to death Looking forward to death 001129 ... silentbob IN-SIGHT Who's that kid in the back of the room? Who's that kid in the back of the room? He's setting all his papers on fire He's setting all his papers on fire Where did he get that crazy smile? Where did he get that crazy smile? We all think he's really weird We all think he's really weird We never talk to him He never looks quite right He laughs at us We just beat him up What he sees escapes our sight We never see him with the girls We never see him with the girls He's talking to himself again He's talking to himself again Why doesn't he want tons of friends? Why doesn't he want tons of friends? Says he's bored when we hang around Says he's bored when we hang around We never talk to him He never looks quite right He laughs at us We just beat him up What he sees escapes our sight We're all planning our careers We're all planning our careers We're all planning our careers He says we're growing old... 001129 ... daanuh I read Soup Is Good Food as part of a memorization workshop for my freshman drama class. Didnt do much for my memorization, i had it down already. But those people didnt get it at all. Not that i really expected them to. They just needed something to think about for a while. 001203 ... Barrett We came home and found our son lying dead on his bed from a gunshot wound. There was an Ozzy record on the turntable, so we called our lawyer. 001203 ... gwyllynne Dead Kennedys ::swoon::: 001205 ... flo do you really need to fill the world with other peoples words. this could be a place for your own 010420 ... pogo the klown DMSO 010420 ... silentbob the top was filled with words of my own. the middle shit is reciting their words to give you an idea of what they were about. its not about me. its about them. its a dedication. 010420 ... flo whatever, less than silent bob. 010424 ... silentbob Man, i've never heard that one before. Silent Bob talks when he has something to say . 010424 ... flo pretty constant flow. don't get me wrong, i've been following your bits around. you have the abiliy to be interesting. it is what you have to say that is interesting. 010428 ... Alexander Beetle Holiday in Cambodia should be passed into law. 010504 ... CheapVodka I love this band and I am glad that silentbob takes the time to write lyrics and something of his own or whatever it is he's writing for such bands like AFI, Descendents, and Dead Kennedys. At least some people still have appreciation for what was good in music before the rest of this "shtuff" came along. I'm thanking him, flo, not dissing him. Let'z be thankful at least the words he chooses to put on here are at least not some pop shit or what not...at least he'z got taste PS It'z all about stealing peoples mail... 011102 ... Teenage Jesus I did sound for Jello on a stop on one of his spoken word tours about a dozen years ago. Nice guy- VERY funny... 011102 ... yummyC bob wears a dead kennedys tshirt but he doesn't get it. 011103 ... Kristopher NIGHT OF THE LIVING REDNECKS Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide, won't play anything. We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show. Who wants to be Dinah Shore? Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore? Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly this time. Yawn...yawn..yawn. Put those headphones on, it's be-bop time. I want to tell you a story about the last time I was in Portland. The night before we played at the Long Goodbye. I was walking on the street about 10:30 at night. A lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night. And well, I was walking along when suddenly these jocks in this bright blue pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires, everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid, right. Well, they drove up to me and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, "Hey, faggot," and showered me with some water. So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of fuckheads and picked up a rock. Now, I waited, walked down about a block to where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside, and sure enough they drove around again. They said, "Hey, faggot, where's the nearest McDonald's?" I said, "I don't know" and they squirted me again. So I threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in their giant Hot Wheels car. They screached to a halt in the parking lot of some department store, who's name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer, and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling, "We're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you, you motherfucker." So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside, held my legs straight out like this so they couldn't open the door to the phonebooth. So they began charging the phonebooth, beating on it with their club, yelling, "We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot." I just looked at them. So, there was a crowd gathering by this time and these kids were standing nearby and they said, "Oh, look at him, he's insane." I thought, ah-hah, here's my way out. I yelled at them, "Take me to a mental hospital right away. I wanna be be put away. Please put me away, c'mon, call the cops and put me away. Please put me away now." They said, "Alright, faggot, we're calling the police." So they called the police. The cop comes out and I go, ah, my savior, I'm away from these jocks. He opens up the door, "Get out of there, you," throws me up against the car, frisks me, shoves me in the back. Then he goes over to the jocks, "Now what happened here? It looks like we're going have to take him to jail but we got to have the full story first" So the jocks, who had an ace in the hole, ace in the hole [Take down on the bass, a little bit down on the bass. Yeah], ace in the hole, and they go, "Well, goddammit, the motherfucker put a dent in my truck, a $5000 truck, right, so I got my club, I went out and I wanted to kill him. I want to kill him. Let me kill him, goddammit. Let me kill him." So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home, and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence. And I thought, so this is Oregon, huh? Tolerent Oregon? Ray, are you done with your guitar yet? He isn't done yet. So what else do you want to hear, I'm out of stories. That's a true story, too. Just ask Bruce Loose. This is one of the funniest goddamn things I've heard in forever. Thank you, Mr. Biafra 021221 ... trox death is only the begining of life 050411 what's it to you? who go blather from