ANARKIDS

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Recorded Live in a large room, Halloween Day 2016

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released October 31, 2016

Rene Cortez - Harmonica, Voice, Tambourine, Djembe, Guitar, Walkie-Talkie, Drums
Alan Drut - Bass
Seth Hansen - Drums, Violin
Josh Rossi - Guitar, Voice

Franky Hernandez - Recording Engineer // Love Guru

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Track Name: Mr. Salesman
We are programmed by media, film, commercial, muzak, marketing, authority figures, to seek happiness, peace and fulfillment outside of ourselves through food, drugs, sex, exterior approval, money, so it is easier to sell us things, easier to create addiction and dependence.

MR. SALESMAN

Please Mr. Salesman, there's something wrong with me
What have you got in store to rid me this disease?

I ate so many burgers, I had so much ice cream
But unlike folks in commercials, I felt like a bad dream
I sucked the fat out of my body, proved my mind with a degree
But unlike what teachers taught me, I felt like a withered tree

Please Mr. Salesman there's something wrong with me
What have you got in store to rid me this disease?

I swam in so much liquor, I slept with nameless dames
But unlike the pride of players (music which glorifies sex as objectifying and treats people as game), I felt sick to play the game
I think one of them did love me, her poems made me sure
But unlike movie endings, she left me worse than before

Please Mr. Salesman there's something wrong with me
What have you got in store to rid me this disease?

Sell my boredom a vacation
Sell my lust some penetration
Sell my guilt a cheap donation
Sell my hate annihilation
Sell my insecurity sophistication
Sell my fear homogenization
Sell my life to simulation
Sell my life to Simulation
Sell my life to simulation
Sell my Life to Simulation

Please Mr. Salesman why won't you promise me
You've got a thing in store, that won't keep me coming back for more?
Oh Mr. Salesman you'll never promise me,
'cos everything in store is designed to keep me coming back for more and more and more and more and--!
Track Name: Hard Times
HARD TIMES

Some voice said all our labor fills the pockets of a suit
Belonging to The Man who creates and plays above the rules
But the President is Powerless, the Preacher sold his soul
And the People are taught ignorance, instead of work for common goals

But it's hard to be informed when all the papers have been bought
It's hard to find the time to vote for each worthy cause
When we gotta work so we can eat, so we can be warm when we sleep
Why for so many hours, no one seems to tweet...

See I had to pay a ticket, 'cos my car had dirt underneath
that the government wanted to sweep to the other side of the street
When there's millions of dollar$$ stashed fat and untaxed by US offshore companies,
Why does the governments budget come from me?
(I didn't balance their budget into debt, I didn't write their laws and fines, I don't enforce them---but I'm punished by them, more harshly too than my more affluent brothers and sisters. See a fine of $100 means a lot more to me than it does to them.)

So now it's hard to find a coin for politicians promising reform
It's hard to make a better world for the children who're unborn
When we gotta work so we can eat, so we can be warm when we sleep
Why for so many hours, no one seems to tweet...

The hordes of beloved Disney,
The hordes of network TV
the hordes of porno movies
the hordes of market magazines
Fill the heads of our babies, fill the heads of our teens
with Standards of what's "Sexy" - that's not reality
It's poison to their minds, like the poison to their bodies
from the Crown of the Burger King
to the Clown of the Mickeeeee D
Have us heart attack at 40
Have us die at 53
Trying to burn the poison
that made us feel so ugly
So do these hordes contribute so much better to society,
that they should own their suits worth over what any of our immigrants could earn in 17 weeks?

Yeah we gotta get everyone informed, the truth is found when sought
We gotta make the time to vote for each worthy cause
So we can work and play and eat, keep dreaming when we sleep
Why for so many hours have we let ourselves be beat?
Track Name: Watch Your Back
WATCH YOUR BACK

They gotta reduce democracy
To protect the opulent Minority
From the rabble Majority
Instead of fixing inequality

Proles!
We better watch our backs
we better watch our backs
we better watch our backs
We better watch our backs
For the Walter, Koch, Cox, and Hearst families

They have to slit solidarity
So "We" care about only "Me"
So they can cut education and social security
From our obedient apathy....Proles!

Unless we watch our backs
unless we watch our backs
unless we watch our backs
unless we watch our backs
For the S.C. and Edward Johnson families

They re-designed the economy
To reduce manufacturing
Casino money for GDP
Creating Job Insecurity

PROLES!
They better watch their backs
they better watch their backs
they better watch their backs
they better watch their backs
GE and Goldman Sachs, for one day we will attack
Track Name: Divide and Conquer
quit arguing about who has more or less "privilege". We must not divide, we must UNITE. We are ALL oppressed by a country that is run by the true privileged minority---> The Wealthy. They buy elections, they write laws, they determine wages, they own everything.

DIVIDE AND CONQUER

Are we living in democracy?
When all the crucial policies
are written by and for minorities (The Wealthy)
To keep the disenfranchised on their knees!

Are we living in democracy with business based in tyranny?
the markets spread irrationality
so disenfranchised by shit they don't need!

Why don't we see the common enemy?
We are the majority, we could crush them like blood-fat fleas!
Why don't we see the common enemy?
We are the majority, we could crush them like blood-fat fleas!

We are living in Plutocracy
With disenfranchised kids of 17
in debt for higher educational needs
So wealthy keep their dollars ruling like Kings

We are living in Plutocracy
we bomb foreign civilian streets
we cut our spending let the veterans bleed
So wealthy keep their dollars blinking with bling

Why don't we see the common enemy?
We are the majority, we could crush them like blood-fat fleas!Why don't we see the common enemy?
We are the majority, we could crush them like blood-fat fleas!

(because)
They cut us up to cut each other's throats
for having different named divinities
for having different ways to prepare meat
for having differing sexualities
for being Black, White, or in between
Stupid shit to divide us
so we don't crush them like fleas
Crush Them Like Fleas
Crush them like Fleas
CRUSH THEM
Track Name: The Streets
THE STREETS

DTLA:
black limousines and homeless in pain on the same streets.
Well, most look away, with no cents(sense) to say,
U Ok?

R U DTF? : we are just meat like hot dogs between teeth,
both sold on the streets
well, most here thinks this way, not one cent/sin to pay
It's Ok

'Cos I get all from this life that i need,
I get all from This Life on The Streets

LAPD + Super PACs :
protect and serve
interests of greed
Guess, not much has changed since the dawn of exchange

See the CIA:
Sold crack to the crips
they took no blame, stole future's from cribs
Where are they now?

They gotta sell their time and mind to The Man
Working minimum wage like a slave, dead in the sand
While The Masters decide supply and demand
I'll be drunk in The Streets by a taco stand

But I'll have all the time that I need
Living all of my life on The Streets
Yes I've gota ll the time that I need
I'll have all that's left of my mind after smoking so much weed
Track Name: Legal Eyes Are Weeds (legalize our weeds)
LEGAL EYES ARE WEEDS

Every text that you send, every video that you see
Every time you consent to apps knowing where you'll be
Every picture that you post, every thought that you share
Every event that you host, whether or not you really care

Can be watched, can be known, can be organized, can be shown

Every job you sell yourself to
Every grade that represents you
Every product you consume
Every day you leave your room
Every paper that you sign
Every ticket you are fined
Every time you click subscribe
Every where you'd try to hide

Can be watched, can be known, can be organized, can be shown

Every blunt that you hit
Every brownie that tastes like shit
To take solace in your mind
Can land your body locked behind metal bars used for protection from solace turned insurrection
So every time that you seek, relief in forms of weed
Just remember you aren't freed from those superior with greed
And there's money to be made by burying you in a prison grave
And your mind may not be safe when it's a number to equate

By those who watch, those who know, those who organize, those who show...
Track Name: The Wages of Death Are Sin (Star-Spangled Banner Revised)
O say can you see, by the TV's fake light
How so dumbly we hail, the poor young lives' last gleaming
Whose broad strength and dim minds,
Through recruitment's slick lies,
O'er seas were sent cocked, to be found dead still bleeding

And their bright eyes blank glare
Their parents filled with hot air,
Gives proof to our sight,
that The Few never cared

O Say it is death by which they earn their wage
O'er the bodies of dead dreams
And the home of the slaves

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