Archive for Fascism

Rapists of the Digital Age

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 2, 2010 by Jonny Voices

I took a picture of some shit

Typed Gordon Brown and Hypocrite

Its theme was anti-governmental

And I only used it as ornamental,

I intended it to scorn the state

To cause some pain in their prostate,

But then the labour got a hold

And turned it up against its mould,

They swapped the Brown for the Cameron

Never ask the fucking cam man

They said they didn’t intend to mention,

Nor inform of its new intention

They said that whilst we all slept

In the D.E act had crept,

Now our pictures could be whores

Thanks to one fucking clause,

43 is a dangerous thing to pass

A blatant kick in the fucking ass,

As long as you pay their licence fee

You can rape my pictures without me,

Or that was the their evil intent,

Till good campaigners said ‘get bent’,

They rallied against the fascist notion

Of government silence and no commotion,

They protested the digital economy

Said no to rape or imposed monopoly,

They said what’s ours is ours

The state can’t use it for a charge,

And civil liberties heaved a sigh

Another day not to die,

But we’re letting our freedom get fucking near

To something that you never hear

Soon the state will own your babies

Fend you off with ifs and maybes,

Sell that child to the highest bidder

Hippy spawn to fascist bigot,

I’m sorry I was too late to head the call,

Next time I wont let freedom fall.

Good work to the people who fought clause 43 in the digital economy act, as well as the act itself, it has been removed but the rest of the act which infringes on your civil liberties goes onwards…

Here’s a link to some of the literature available.

Stop 43

Pirate Party UK

Dissidents don’t Die

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 12, 2010 by Jonny Voices

I got no interest I got no reason,

I’m the lost generation out of season,

I cower in the freezin’ cold of labour

Unable to be a dreamer or gazer,

My light is dark and my shadow’s long

And all my priorities are very wrong,

And the dissidents are there and thriving,

In every vote there is one hiding,

Waiting for the straw to break,

Hoping Jack pays for his mistake,

The information nazi’s are out in force,

Feeding us a liar’s discourse,

We can’t demonize the already evil

Or hold them accountable if illegal,

We don’t have freedom to living

And the government tells us when we’re forgiving,

And the afterlife is such sweet release,

Compared to economics swift decrease,

And the blood on the hands of those who stood by

Will paint a picture of hell in the sky

And those who continue to vote for a lie

Will be painted in blood after they die.

Orchestrated Violence

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Orchestra plays with I engaged as conductor
A fist wound with anger and vengeance and rupture
Round this sweet stick held aloft to the sky
To dance with the devil’s callow orchestra I.

My wand comes a crashing with symbols and screams
At the war of my waving and tearing of dreams
Crescendo are willing weary but strong
Waging this war of the waltz so long.

Deny thy sweet note and forsake thy shrill aim
Percussion brings rhythm noise and aggression the same
To force out sweet horns from homes and abode
Gentle strings unwilling are swept through the road.

Swathing through bodies acoustically dreamt
With my wand of loose morals twisted and bent
Cleansing a march directing I see
With bitter-sweet vocals raging at me.

Scream scream fat lady with all you can spare
I rule with wand clenched fist passion and flare
Through director approach you must all abide
Through enforcement and power you all must now hide.

Lyrics I dream at place my grand scheme
Children new notes so early I preen
Gather them with furious hatred to strike
Rumble young notes frustration and fury alike.

Bringing precise control over my band
Each has learnt the supreme example I am
And each must now know where never to tread
For each has seen what horrors my wand may embed.

So fight for me sounds to dampen all other
Rise up a machine stand against him your brother
So fight for those that take splendour amongst you
orchestra spare no thought for what may become you.

Bleed for I conductor director and king
Bleed for decrees promises freedom and sin
Rise up machine and sacrifice kin for all night
Lay down dear orchestra, break ranks the third reich.

Horns adorn the streets oh once more
And strings fear never the knock of your door
Percussion more melody let go the word die
If only not arbeit but musick macht frei.

Vile Tongue

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Vile are the lies
From government lips,
Their evil quotes
And sadistic quips,
Vile is the state
You’ve left me in,
Unable to afford
The innocent sin,
Vile is the ruin
Our once great land,
Driving stout patriots
To new shores and sand,
Vile is the control
In which we’re locked,
Disallowed freedom
Till your gun is cocked,
Vile is the time,
Mine you take,
Your greed consumes
Your lust to slake,
Vile is the point
That became unclear,
Only laid dying
Can I now hear,
Vile is the dignity,
I was deprived,
Naught for money
I had survived,
Vile is my poverty
A gift of your’s,
Cast down confused
These weary laws,
Vile is the legacy
Forged by force,
At my expense,
But of course,
Vile is your contempt,
As loyal subject
My life decaying
From your neglect,
Vile are your rules
Never twice the same,
Explained to foreigners
Behind my shame,
Vile is your crime
With tax i fund,
Yet i commit naught
And still i’m shunned,
Vile all you are,
One and last,
These new mistakes,
Once were past.
Vile is the sight,
when the old die young,
For young know fear
Of your vile tongue

NO4ID

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2010 by Jonny Voices

The day the labour raped me of my civil liberties

Was the day the nation gave up and sank upon its knees,

The day the I.D card got the go ahead for use

Was the day the country gave up and said we want to lose.

You’ve always got a choice son you gotta keep on fighting

We’re the Gods to this government, we should do the smiting,

Stand inside their office when they ask for biometrics

Ask how many politicians details were collected

Coz I can guarantee you that nothing would be done

When Iraq I.D’s Tony Blair with his smoking gun,

The truth of the matter is we’re all the proletariat

And we’ve got fuck all rights and that’s what I’m swearing at.

I’D cards and database and pictures of your lovely face

Innocent or not you’re run through every coppers dodgy trace,

And why do we have poverty and death upon our lands

When 5.4 billion pounds would help a lot of hands,

And the thing is we paid for this and we paid for it in blood

Coz not enough of us stood up and said “Fuck you, M’lud”

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Politics Destroyed Utopia

Posted in Jonny Voices, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 3, 2010 by Jonny Voices

I feel so much compassion,

Passion forcing action

I feel all this hate

For this fucking nanny state,

Children are left dying

Empty tears and hollow crying,

Victims of the ill informed

Ill educated unreformed

Abusive system of oppression

Whom demands no confession,

Dictators fascists rulers who

Spit upon each and every you,

Murder invade plunder

Send all to eternal slumber,

The policy of politicians

Destroying hopes, beliefs and visions

They all call me paranoid

But utopia’s been destroyed,

I saw it with my own two eyes,

Evil politicians,

In a faux,

Helpful,

Guise.