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Once Great, No More
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The day will come when you'll be questioned "What have you done? What did you see?" Do you think "I cared first for me and mine" will be well received? Follow up, do you really honestly expect us to, despite what you've said, believe that you'd feel the same if their color was changed? Their name, their race, their age, or their faith? Should the day come that you and yours flee a war, with any justice you'll be turned back at shore by those you've scorned. I see a path so overgrown. No way forward is visible at all. It's our charge to blaze our own. Through fields sown with the Salt of the Earth, choked off by weeds of self congratulatory mirth. How long can we keep up this fantasy, that this world was made for you and me? When we know you mean it's yours alone. Your pseudo-empathy routine exposed. We've always known. There's nothing true about your Truth anymore. No matter how you spin it we are at war. But who knows what for? Great once. What have you done for us lately? You were great once. You turned your back on your family. Were you great once? You can't answer that honestly can you? Great once. But you can't hold that title, not anymore. You've shut the door on the faces of the tired and the poor. By the time the history books have shown, it will be too late to act on what we've always know. What's done is done. There's no going home.
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Death Is A Door
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Born on the isles 100 miles from the neon lights of Miami Vice there were some kids in Metallica t-shirts banging into the night. Fearing a fine, a brutal beating or jail time. They found escape from oppression through an act that would take their lives. Part naive, part bold. They chose a dirty needle over their country's stranglehold. Desparate for a voice. Left without a choice. No more scorn from their folks. Or harassment from the cops. Just a couple of needle pokes. They found Nirvana on the rooftops. Freaks forever more. Death is a door. Part naive, part bold. Spoken like someone who expects to live old. Part hero, part foil. Living in so much dissonance, can't be helped but to put up a resistance! Take what you think that you know about your world. Weight it against the plight of anyone else. Take what you think that you know about their world. And throw it all to the wind because you don't know the half of it.
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Class Of 86 Minneapolis, Minnesota
We started this band about 20 years ago and forgot to quit. MPLS punk rock ffo Propagandhi, A
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