Front
Hey friend you always had a smile for me
Hey friend you always had a smile for me
Hey friend you went and OD'ed and left me
After a life of abuse I could hardly blame you
Can we have a world where girls can be girls and boys and be boys
Where the adults don't use us as outlets for anger and as sexual toys
Bye-bye-bye, bye-bye-bye, bye-bye-bye-bye
Bye-bye-bye-bye-bye
Just say no, hands off-my body
Just say no, your voice out of my head

(Sometimes, lately, I think it might not make sense to destroy ones self with the poisons spread by our government. It is not rebellious it's just shock, I think most people are already walking around in a state of shock. Self destruction with alcohol and drugs is just one of the symptoms of our sick society. People learning to live clean, eat clean, in a world that we aren't continually contaminating is revolutionary. I think I(we) grew up in an environment where we were tortured and I think I(we) mimic this behavior. I think I(we) deserve better from life than that-Jeff)

Chris's Song (words by Chris Delvecchio/music by 15.)
I saw a man who stood on the white house lawn
Dousing himself with lilies and lighting himself into laughter,
hysterical at the shrieking feet of those whites who wear their crosses
on their sleeves, with their spinning swastikas neatly pinned behind
their eyes.
I've heard of those who have sliced the throats of their razors to see a
stream of revolution spill off the tiles and into the mountains of that
tiny land we call free
I know of cages from whose teeth flow tears, rage and sedation tenants
who refuse to feed the hand that bites us all.
I know of crimes so unspeakable they must be shouted, of a land
whose streets are paved with those without homes.
I know of a land numbered by the staccato upheaval of chorused
consumerism, of those who mutter "love" under their breath while
riding into a grey horizon, sweetened with steel, and preserved
through war.



Run II
I know I understand mom and dad beat you up
I know I understand you've been incested you've been assaulted
I know I understand cuz it all happened to me
I know I understand it's time to run away to Berkeley
Take the first plane, Hope the first train
Hitch the first ride, save your own life
Stick your thumb out on the freeway, it's the only way your gonna be
free
I know I understand your worried about a place to stay
I know I understand we got plenty of real estate
I know I understand your worried about what to eat
I know I understand we got three meals a day every day of the week
Kids won't take it anymore
You call it discipline we know it as terrorism and war (on us)
Kids won't take it anymore
You call it love we know it as terrorism and war (on us)
Take the first plane, Hop the first train
Hitch the first ride, save your own life
Stick your thumb out on the freeway
It's the only way your gonna be free

(I've been one of many unofficial runaway welcoming committee guides for the city of Berkeley for about ten years now. I was my first client actually. I used to think that all the weird thirteen year old girls were making up the stories they told about how their parent, or step-parent or teacher or neighbor or other relation had raped or pimped or beat or abandoned them. Then once in awhile I started hearing the same stories from some of the boys. Then much later on I realized that I was incested and sexually abused. I was beaten on a pretty regular basis. I was forced to do what other people said not on the basis of their decisions but on the basis of them having control and domination and being bigger than me. I had my will shattered by insane people who didn't know how to deal with life. These things are recognized over the world as unacceptable things to do to a Prisoner of War. Yet somehow they are all perfectly fine things to do to a child in the name of Parental Authority. We live in a beautiful world inhabited and controlled by INSANE, so-called adults. Here in Berkeley we have three free meals a day. We have more boarded up housing than persons without homes(a fact in almost all urban areas). We have been opening these homes with the assistance of our friends Crowbar and Boltcutters. I bring this up because I want to invite YOU whoever you are, where ever you are, if you can't or don't want to deal with your living situation then leave and come to Berkeley -jeff)

The Deal
We were driving in a van
All over the place
Broke down in Mankato
I thought it was outer space
We got home
We got a call on the phone
15,000 for 1 record
Cuz we needed a new van
They put it out
18.50 in record stores
No lyric sheets in the tapes and records
Starting feeling like whores
They had the option of a second record
20,000 dollars more
Enough money to put out our own records
If only we had some more songs
So I wrote this one to say
Sorry for the overpriced records
If you send us a letter we'll send you a lyric sheet
The address is 1235 Cortez Dr. #1 Sunnyvale, CA 94086

(self-explanatory)


Grow Up
Mama said, pour me some wine son
And you can have a sip for your self
Mama said, do your homework
And you can watch TV all you want
Mama said, do what I say
or I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you
Mama said, this is normal-see
You don't have it as bad as the other kids on the block
So then we all pretended that I grew up
Mama said, I got a letter today
Says you've cut 187 out of 190 days
Mama said, we've noticed lately
You have no interest in gainful employment
Mama said, it's time to lock you up
Make your round brain fit in a square hole
I said, sure thing, I'm just gonna play one last show
In the city, but you know, I didn't ever go home again
I stopped pretending that I had a family
We all pretend, that we love our children
Until they show any signs of having their own will
Then we beat them, into submission
We beat them into the superior ways of our way of thinking
4,000 kids are murdered by their parents each year.       

Emancipa Proclima
When I was only five years old
They said to do just what you're told
And maybe when you grow up
Maybe we'll let you make your own choices...but not now
They said nothing in life is free
And so there ain't no use in dreaming
Now tell me what you want to be
We'll give you choices 1 thru 915
I think I know what I want to be now mama
I'm gonna be the man who tears down slavery
I know it's not in the right set of choices
But I think it's the right thing for me
See I believe we're all created free people
And anything less than that just ain't the same
(Lynard Skynard Break)
Emancipation Proclamation
Now the black mans free to join the white mans slavery
Wages and terrorism are one in the same
Or are we afraid of what it is we really want to be
And the importance of our military industry is nothing
And the importance of our economy is nothing
And the importance of our self-deceptive convenience is nothing
And the importance of all our ists and isms are nothing
And it cares not for me, cares not for you
Cares for nothing but the selfish game
That tears us from one another
And it means nothing

(Washington and Jefferson owned slaves, Lincoln and Jackson killed indians for existing, Roosevelt dropped the bomb knowing full well that Japan we trying to surrender, the premise of a once great nation gone wrong is a life/additionally if we are supposed to believe that technological progress makes us free, then why is it that it costs lots of money to be born, to eat, to learn, to be healthy, to take care of our families, to deal with the diseases caused by our friendly chemicals, to have a place to lie down in sleep and to be buried. Denial of slavery isn't very liberating-jeff)

Over and Over
In Germany- They blamed the illegal aliens
They blamed the homosexuals
They blamed the racial minorities
They blamed the nomads and the homeless
In Germany- They built too many prisons
They said they're for our protection
They got everyone's consent
They got voter approval
They had to justify the effects on the economy
Of the rich stealing everything
What w don't learn we'll be doomed to repeat
Over and over and over and over
In America- We blame the illegal aliens
We blame the homosexuals
We blame the racial minorities
We blame the nomads and the homeless
In America- They built too many prisons
We say they're for our protection
We got everyone's consent
We got voter approval
We have to justify the effects on the economy
Of the rich stealing everything
What we don't learn we'll be doomed to repeat
Over and over and over and over


Intelligence (music by 15. and Nick)
I used to like this town
Now everything just gets me down
Everything we do
Is only destructive
I used to want
To live in a house
How many houses did we have to smash
To make one for ourselves
We're gonna keep on driving till it kills us
We're gonna drink and some until it kills us
We're gonna keep on shooting till there's no one left
This is what we call intelligence
Your listening to a slab of vinyl
It's a by-product of making gas
We don't need way for oil
We need it for punk rock records
See you later I'm outta here
I gonna learn to fish with a spear
I'm gonna eat a deer far away from here
We're gonna keep on driving till it kills us
We're gonna keep on shooting till there's no one left
This is what we call intelligence


Jesus
Hello my name is Jesus Christ
I had something to say
Set a fire in your hearts and never let it go out
This is the new Jerusalem
Please don't get hung up on me
Please don't hang me around your neck
Carry on my message
But forget about my name
I am just a messenger I am not the message
I am just a messenger I am not the message
Please don't nail me
I've already had a long day
I'm just the same as you
The whole universe is inside all of us
Please don't worship me
It makes me feel uncomfortable like there's a lack of equality
Please don't worship me
It makes me feel uncomfortable like there's a lack of equality
I'm just the messenger I am not the Message
I'm just the messenger I am not the Message
Jesus is All of Us


Rainbow Connection


Violation II
In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue for love of god and me and
you(no)
In 1941 we intervened to stop the spread of world fascism(no)
Listen up boys and girls it's the history of the whole world and you
know it's true(no)
6 million jews they call it genocide 100 million native americans what
an unfortunate price for todays quality of life
All people every person experiences violation
When told what is right and told what is wrong
And todl what to do under the threat of violent intimidation
Virus kills us now virus kills us then over and over and again and
again
Sun goes down in my town Berkeley CA sold me on too many dreams
of justice and brotherhood
Sun goes down in my town Berkeley CA sold me on too many dreams
of peace on the earth in our time
In 1969 my forefathers(mothers) said stop this land is his and hers and
yours and mine
In 1992 Rosebud sailed the sky so blue she gave her life for me and
you
All people...
Sun goes down in my town
I believe in me.  I make my dreams end.

(This song was sent to me by two people from indiana, chris and jen, I didn't exactly tell them what we were going to do with it, thanx-jeff)