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California Redemption / Start The Panic SPLIT


Mixo - De - Punko! Vol. 2:

DEMO 2005:

THIS TIME IT'S FOR MONEY:

 

 

Live Free Or Die

I donít want your saviorsÖdonít want to share their pain
I donít want to follow you if youíre going to pass the blame
Don't want your petty morals, your ignorance, your shame
We can debate it all in heavenÖdonít worry, I paid.

Fire, brimstone, pious rage
All you sinner be afraid
TomorrowÖis judgment day

But Iím not one for pearly gates
Iíll simply molder in my grave
My soulÖwas never yours to save

You canít make me better
We donít see eye to eye
Donít want your chains and fetters
LIVE FREE OR DIE

You canít make me better
We donít see eye to eye
Donít want your chains and fetters
LIVE FREE OR DIE

Standing at the edge of the world
A chorus sings out, so desperate to be heard
But the voices were many, all in disarray
So I lent my voice and was quickly swept away

Fire, brimstone, pious rage
All you sinner be afraid
TomorrowÖis judgment day

But Iím not one for pearly gates
Iíll simply molder in my grave
My soulÖwas never yours to take

You canít make me better
We donít see eye to eye
Donít want your chains and fetters
LIVE FREE OR DIE

You canít make me better
We donít see eye to eye
Donít want your chains and fetters
LIVE FREE OR DIE

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Sectional Tension

Who the flying fuck gives a shit where you were born?
Unless you directed your mommy where to go from in the womb
I donít care if you are proud, or if you feel a sense of home
But donít act like your better than anybody elseÖcuz your not

This is me, in the flesh and I am standing here before you
You could rip me apart and never knew who I was
But if you stop and realize that I am just the same as you
You could rip down the borders, stereotypes, and labels

Race = human, just the same as you
North or south, east or west our genetics will still prove
That weíre all the fucking same like Iíve said a thousand times
So give up the fucking act and put down the gang sign

Be proud of what youíve done, or what you strive to be
But donít act like where you come from is the only place to be
We all know that this place is not for ďlocals onlyĒ
This is communityÖbased on music and ideasÖnot geography

If this isnít where you want to beÖGET LOST
If you judge based on localityÖGET LOST
If you're clinging to geographyÖGET LOST
If your town makes you better than meÖGET LOST

Itís about who you are, not where you were born

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Religion for Dummied Part II: The Resurrection


He put you here so you could spend your life down on your knees.
He watches you so don't fuck up, cuz he might not let you in
He gave you rules to follow and he gave you things to do
But when you followed them what did he do for you

Serve him and eternity will feel like such a breeze
Or serve yourself and make sure you have just what you need
You've got your own body and you bleed your own blood
Why spend you whole life following anyone?

You fill the void inside your head with thoughts of heaven when you're dead.
There's more to life than dying, so live for life instead

So scared of life we close our eyes
Hoping that someone will be our guide
We give into stories and believe the lies
Weíre a mindless bunchÖ

It's OK to hope for the future, because its hope that keeps us alive
When you substitute faith for the void in your head then you're living to die.

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Scene and not Heard

I can tell you what I think and you can do what you want to
But I wonít waste my breath this time justifying what I do
Weíre not just another lame excuse to punch your friends
No matter what you think of us and the message that we send

And I careÖ I thinkÖand then I do..
Well sometime prematurely but intentions are always good
And I could only wish that you would live that way too

Look at you running around, drunk and starting fights
You think that youíre so tough? Well no one cares tonight
We all pity youÖ

We all fear being scene and not heard
But fear alone wonít stop the fight

You think your so toughÖyour looking for a fight
You picked the wrong place and the wrong night
Well why not look past the spikes and hair
Weíre having a good time, and yes we care
Your macho bullshit act wonít stop the kids that CAre.

I can tell you what I think and you can do what you want to
But I wonít waste my breath this time justifying what I do
Weíre not just another lame excuse to punch your friends
No matter what you think of us and the message that we send

And I careÖ I thinkÖand then I do..
And I could only wish that you would live that way too
And I careÖ I thinkÖand then I do..
And I could only wish that you would live that way too

You think that youíre so tough? Well no one cares tonight
We all pity youÖ

We all fear being scene and not heard
But you wonít bring us down tonight

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Our Way


I know that thereís more than one reason why we come back every night and why we cry and why we scream and why we put our differences aside.
And we care so very much about our fellow human beings and feel the need to express ourselves in every way and every means.

Weíre all part of this disease, its flowing through our veins, we're more than just a scene..
Itís no coincidence, that we're gathered here today, a family accepting eachother...in every way.

Don't look at me like this is something newÖI've been here all along
As long as I can remember you would say to me..."punk is all you do."

You can call it what you want and you can call me what you will,
but whatever you say will never change me.
Where would we be today if we cared what people said
I can guarantee we wouldn't have gotten very far

we're all part of this disease, its flowing through our veins, we're more than just a scene..
it's no coincidence, that we're gathered here today, a family accepting eachother...in every way.

Don't look at me like this is something newÖI've been here all along
As long as I can remember you would say to me..."punk is all you do."

You can call it what you want and you can call me what you will,
but whatever you say will never change me.
Where would we be today if we cared what people thought
I can guarantee we wouldn't have gotten very far

We'll keep doing what we want (We live our own life)
no matter what anybody says (we live our own way)
we don't care what they call us (so get used to us)
we'll still be here anyway

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Armor Piercing Words

I can't tell you what to think
Sometimes I don't know what to think
Cuz sometimes I feel like shit for not having the answers

I AM DESTROYING THE WORLD
there are so many Q's but not as many answers

Everybody talks about it
but not as many act on..
I don't know where it came from
but I wont let the world go to shit

EVERYONE JOIN THE FIGHT
but not with fists or bullets
Armor piercing words make a change!  ARM YOURSELVES

Everybody talks, Everybody screams change
but nobody walks, they expect somebody else to work
and the ones that do care, bust their asses everyday
but nobody seems to be working together

watch what you say or you'll end up dead
"don't let your tongue cut off your head"

watch what I say?? NO WAY..


Let me introduce...our generation to the world
money money money, our success is going to kill us all
so are we going to join the ranks of the killers
or are we going to try and make a difference

Let me introduce...C-A Redemption to the world
noise noise noise, our success will be your downfall
we will never join the ranks of the killers
we'll spend our lives trying to make a difference

we'll spend our lives trying to make a difference

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A Lesson for History

Sisterís on the front lines and BIG BROTHER is watching over her.
Motherís in the kitchen but thereís nothing cooking for supper.
Everybodyís waiting, but they donít know what theyíre waiting for.
A letter? a phone call? a press release? or something more?

Itís not like she wanted to ever have to hurt someone.
She figured itís a job and there was nowhere else to run.
Like her family before her, sheís doing what sheís gotta do
and just like before her, sheís also gonna get the screw.

Support the kidsÖimpeach the president

Do whatever it takes to get them home alive

Support the troopsÖimpeach the president

Do whatever it takes to get them home alive

Planning a life but you donít know when heís coming home.
The Telephone is ringing but do you really want to get the phone?
Youíve got news yourself, but your scared of who is calling you
ícause you donít want to hear that daddy died before he ever knew.

He grew up with his mother Ďcause his father never made it home.
We hear about it every day but this happened many years before.
He promised himself heíd never do it to his family
but through these tough times it was all that he could be.

Another day another casualty.
Another lesson to teach in history.
Another lie another fallacy.
Another reason to raise your voice sing.

They taught us how to crawl before we learned to walk
and we had to learn to listen before we learned to talk.
Did you ever think theyíd teach us how to shoot and kill?
They taught us that a life is only there to pay the bills.

Of course they never taught us how to value what we should
ícause if we valued life it wouldnít do them any good.
Remember that they didnít skip the chapter on revenge
ícause they knew that they could use us, and disguise it as ďdefenseĒ.

Did they ever teach you the true value of anything?
Iím not talking dollars; Iím talking of important things.
The true value of life, love, friends, and family is worth
a lot more than a buck and a lot more than some turf.

They teach us what we should think is right and wrong,
while all the patriots dance to their songs.

 

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Golden Rule

(The one with the most gold is the one that makes the rules)

 

I wasn't born so you could use me to get ahead in life
and if I was is this cause really worth the fight?
There's no amount of cash, that could make want to kill
or any plot of soil or any stack of bills.

There is no book of ethics/morals that would say that itís alright
to put me in a situation where I donít want to fight.
Our country is being ruled by fist and the golden rule;
not the rule your thinking of....the one where we're your tools.

The one that has the most gold is the one that makes the rules
and we don't have a say Ďcause of this auctions high reserve.


The Draft is getting ready behind your curtain of lies.
He's out of retirement and he's working on his eyes.
When make-ups done and ready, he'll be in the spot-light:
The greatest show you'll ever see, and it'll seem sincere, and right.

 

The one that has the most gold is the one that makes the rules
and were the ones to die if we keep playing the fool.

Most of the country will be dancing with the so-called patriots
but some of us will be on the streets trying to change their thoughts.
We wonít be like you, we wont be pouring lies down all their throats.
And hopefully we'll keep a few soldiers off your boats.

DRAFT ME???  No, Iím not following you.
FUCK YOU!!  I'll never die for you.
I RULE!!  Youíre not the boss of me.
You'll have to put me in jail Ďcause I won't fight!

 

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Preserve & Protect

Water tables are dropping
and the sea level is rising
and the land mass is shrinking
while the population explodes.

When are we going to deal with the over-population?
When are we going to face the effects of our pollution?
When are we going to put an end to our mass consumption?
The answer lies inside us all...here comes our self destruction?

Your economic theory can't explain our melting ice-caps
and your pocketbooks however big can't cover the cost of pay-back.

Soon these long-term effects --- of our mass consumption
will start to become short-term economic problems,
and the capitalists will derive their own set of outcomes
which will probably incorporate new types global/earth destruction?

Born into this world in a country where
your quality of life is based on how much you consume.
How much do you buy? How much did you pay?
How much did you destroy today?

People say that we're just victims of our own success
but do you really think that what we achieved is what is best?

The fate of the world depends on how we decide to live.
The things we do, the things we buy, affect the environment.

When are you going to open your eyes and see that your function
is not to contribute, but put an end to this destruction?
When are you going to realize that you can mend this world we live in?
Itís time to make a change before our grim future is written.

Water tables are dropping
and the sea level is rising
and the land mass is shrinking
while the population explodes.

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Equals

 

Everywhere you look, everywhere you go, school, work, markets, even our shows,

segregation at the roots; judging on differences and by looks.

Thatís fucked up wait till you know the kids you judge by their clothes.

They might have problems, not know better. That poor girl judged by her gender.

My friend John, heís got a Mohawk. He wears plaid pants and has no socks.

Gotís converse shoes and tattoos, walks around with a bottle of booze.

Eyes follow him wherever he goes. Where he is everyone knows.

He gets the attention he never had growing up with no dad.

My friend Mike has no hair, wears tight pants and doesnít care.

He does what he wants all day long he has no job: heís never wrong.

No direction, nowhere to go, he wishes he had a place to grow,

to learn about life in this concrete cage, guidance lost at a very young age.

Well look at me, I just cut my hair. Iím a clean cut kid no one should care.

I go to school and try my best. Voice my opinion unlike the rest.

So what if we look different? Inside were all the same.

Letís all accept each other and end this awful game.

Here I am in the human race, punk rock show: this is our place.

I think this is where I belong, please help me sing this song.

We are all equal no one should take the blame.

No matter gender race or nation we suffer all the same.

Inside were all the same, we all feel pain.

Itís time to stand united and end this f-ing game.

 

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Dor Shalem Doresh Shalom

 

I canít believe my eyes when I see you get sucked in.

Think about where youíre going, canít believe that you gave in.

You never cease to amaze me with your stupidity.

I told you things would get fucked up. Its okay, donít believe me.

Donít go. Itís not a good cause.

Donít die. Itís not worth it.

Donít lie. You know what I mean.

Donít go. Itís not your cause.

Donít fight. Itís not worth it.

Donít kill. Itís not your war.

So what the hell is wrong with you? Go on go to war.

I told you not to get sucked in but your listening skills are poor.

I thought you were serious when you said "its all bullshit".

Well, now youíre gonna die. I hope you think that itís worth it.

I watched as you were sucked in by your countryís propaganda.

Now you want to try and save the day just when your country needs you.

Youíll fight with courage and valor Ďtill your enemies are slaughtered. 

If you think parades and medals await, well, youíve already been forgotten.

Donít go. Donít fight. Donít go. Donít die.

I donít want my friends to die.

 

 

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Armaghetto

 

The sun never shines downtown it seems, for looming glass towers eclipse the skies,

but the financial district fortress gleams like the twinkle in a dead mans eyes.

Black limos lurk on the freeways like fierce chariots off to battle

unaware of the poor on the MTA or the bums scrounging for precious metals.

Itís funny how the boss sells his stocks just before the market crashes.

Like the factory gates that are locked forever, the workers thrown out on their asses.

Class war profiteers are making cash, off of human despair and urban strife.

They would rather pay for more tear gas than rejuvenate a ghetto back to life.

The streets here aren't paved with gold. They are kept tidy with the bomb and gun.

Tidy never kept anyone from the cold when theyíre living off of California Redemption.

Who would think twice or hesitate before running a poor man through?

It's he can imagine life from a homeless point of view

And the woman who once knew that life and acutely felt the pain

of being, hungry, cold, alone and standing in the rain.

But now she lives the ďgood life" with a place where she can sleep.

Some would call it squalid but for it she works all week.

People come to give her help; they see how hard she tries.

And still people that have it worse are ignored and denied.

There are endless chances to labor but no opportunity to work.

If you won't bend for the slavers you'll get treated as a shirk.

So many people sleep in a cardboard bed or toil away their lives in the pit.

When the starving millions beg to be fed the rich will say "let them eat shit".

Yet the people still have hope. Through fear and famine people persist

Ďtill capitalism sells us the rope we use to hang them with.

Now and again I catch a gleam, for looming glass towers can't smother all.

And when the lights flicker on at night, there is not much further we can fall

Black limos exit the freeway and pass the homeless without care.

One bum smiles and gives a wave, anticipates when he'll be there. 

 

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Religion for Dummies

 

You see them on street corners, handing bibles to kids.

Giving the kids a chance; to turn into machines,

to live their lives the ďgodlyĒ way and always prey on their peers,

throwing their minds back a couple thousand years.

You see them on TV, asking for your cash.

Fifteen percent of your income will keep you out of hell.

Just send it in cash or check, or even credit card.

Now those asses have enough to buy their fancy cars.

You fall in love and you find out your religions arenít the same.

Your parents give you shit; now youíve disgraced their name.

Why should that matter? We are all the same.

Make up your own rules and live your life that way.

They tell you what to think. They tell you what to do. 

They take your money without shame and tell you who to screw.

Do you think itís true? Do you think itís real?   

Itís time to open your own mouth and tell them how you feel.

We donít need your religions to guide us through life.

We have our friends and have our ways, weíll never be blind.

It seems like such a waste of time, try to save your life

from Godís wrath upon the world, turn against in spite.

If youíve already been sucked in, I feel pity for you.

Look around, think for yourself and seek out the truth.

Remember that this is my life; you do what you wanna do.

But when you force your ideals on me youíre gonna have to hear me through.

 

 

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Demand Truth

 

We donít know whatís going on. Most of us donít care.

Few of us have realized that they donít want us to hear.

Weíre going through this world with blindfolds on our eyes.

We wake up; turn on the news, bombarded with lies.

We demand the truth, throw away your lies.

We demand the truth, thatís our battle cry.

The (god, church, corporate industry, government, tobacco industry) is killing aimlessly while trying to sensor everything we see.

I thought we had a democracy. Since when was speech not free?

Why the fuck am I not as good as you?

Why canít I be told the truth instead of the stories that you brew?

Very few people read the paper anymore

they watch TV, play video games, and try to beat some score.

News of shit thatís not important fill our TV screens.

a few words of kidnapping and none on police brutality.

The mediaís only showing the profitable news

of things we donít care about.

Which corporation will pay them more?

Thatís all that they care about.

 

 

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The Veterans Hall 

 

Once I was at a show at an old veteranís hall.

So many people packed the room, you could barely move at all.

Kids slam dancing in the circle pit brought energy.

No one was embarrassed to sing in harmony.

As if the sweat, torn clothes, and spilt drinks bound us all like glue,

I let out frustration with someone I never knew.

Most of us had never met, still were singing arm in arm.

In the pit we feel responsibility that no one falls to harm.

This is what it means to me, a punk rock show ideally.

For this set we all are one united by the music we live and love.

 

 

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People with guns

 

I see kids in the playgrounds, playing with toy guns,

shooting each other, playing around and always having fun.

Well the thing that no one realizes is that the kids are learning fast

that guns are fun and guns are cool, but not about the death.

The next generation of gun nuts, are the ones thatíll kill us all.

They'll have the power and the guns. Donít let the coin fall.

Everybody wants peace, everybody wants love.

Whereís the peace and love when you teach your son to hunt.

Where did this world go wrong? Why do we have to worry so much?

It tears us apart. Why canít you see guns donít belong?

Stop a beating heart. How can you? How could you? It just makes no sense.

Why canít you see that guns are a problem? Itís not just me.

Why donít we stop this "guns are good" from corrupting our children?

ďGuns donít kill people. People kill peopleĒ, people with guns.

Smith and Wesson, AK 47: tools of destruction.

We've got to stop this. We've got to stop this!

Weíre living in a world of war. There are no times of peace.

Sometimes they say "we've made a deal!" and leaders give hand shakes

but at the same time weapons of mass destruction are pointed at the sky.

Itís only a matter of time, the human race will die.

If only we were more humane, kids not taught to fight.

We'd think of better ways to end this world of fear and spite.

So hold on tight, hope for better lives

where were not scared to go outside.

I donít wanna die, and neither do you.

Letís change this world we live in for good.

 

 

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Bombs Away

 

Blue skies, green grass, the sun is shining bright.

Kids playing on the street, while others are waiting to fight.

On my way to the beach, I look to the right.

Soldiers' narrow vision constricted through their guns' sites.

Blow away the smoke screens and open up your eyes

sedentary Americans its time to realize

that revenge isn't giving anyone a better life

just reason to fight back and cause more strife.

America: the worldís police force.

America: where leaders feel no remorse.

We have preference, Ďcause we live here. Foreigners live your lives in fear.

When problems arise we live by our guns so tick, tick, tick, bomb!

So do you think that itís worth it to send your kid

to fight a war that no one will win?

Our "leaders" are calling it a preemptive strike.

A preemptive impeachment, that would have been nice.

America, there's fireworks tonight.

America: chanting ďfight, fight, fight!Ē

United we'll march to defend our home while children abroad are dying alone.

Here come the troops, there are no problems, so tick, tick, tick, bomb!

We will defend. Never stop the fight. Enemies crushed beneath our boots.

Itíll never end because we know weíreÖ

 

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Concept of Democracy

 

Darkness comes like the tide rolling in.

Like the ashes of a dwindling fire blowing in the wind.

So natural, there's never question.

You never had to read a book to know about it.

You take life for granted, you never question.

You close your eyes, plug your ears, and never listen.

But truth be told, youíre getting old, and for the first time in your life you start caring.

When you think your vote wonít be counted or you feel you can't make a change.

Know that giving up is giving consent not to be considered or have a say.

People think thinking is a waste of their time because they'll never make a difference alone.

And the reason they believe is 'cause others gave up their right to be heard and be known.

But youíre not alone and if you hold on to this concept of democracy

we can work with each other and do what we can to better the world through policy.

If we all sat back and waited for others to initiate a change

we might get what we want or something much worse but mostly things stay the same.

The government is based on the will of the people and enough people can rearrange it all.

But it all starts with writing a letter, casting your vote, or making a call.

Attend a demonstration for an important cause for which you care and believe.

Try to live the ideals that manifest in your head and give your representatives no reprieve.

Make them fucking work for it.

If you truly care about your role in the world you simply canít be mute and lame.

Work together and challenge what's here because if you don't what the hell will you gain?

We have to begin right now, look what the delay has cost.

Every hour passing by is another hour lost.

Now. Not in the next few days.

Now. Not in an hour or two.

Now, not in the next few minutes when we say now we mean it.

Like waves crashing in beating on the shore breaking down the rocks to the sand we adore.

Today you see jagged rocky shorelines. We'll see sandy beaches in no time.

 

 

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Youth Culture

 

Just take a good look around in any public place,

you wonít see anything you haven't seen before.

Hip kids have happily realized there's no escape

from what lurks inside the trendy retail stores.

The kid in the corner of class is always ignored.

His parents shop at thrift stores because the bargainís good.

When the pop kids go shopping there's nothing they canít afford.

Just charge it all to daddy's credit card.

Youth culture will never go away. Kids fight to keep up.

Youth fashion will never go away, though it changes day by day.

Girls go walk around in uncomfortable shoes and smile for all the boys,

get drunk at a party and give it up to be cool.

Guys join a gym and get fuckiní ripped for all the babes,

give smaller un-cool people shit. Theyíre probably all insane.

Youth culture will never go away. Kids fight to keep up.

Youth fashion will never go away, though it changes everyday.

I wonít be part of it though Iím sure that no one cares.

Youth culture will never go away.

Don't take part, just take it down.

Cell phone in your hand, petty earrings on your lobes,

a tattoo on your lower back: youth culture has dress codes.

No one thinks it frivolous and no one really cares

but thatís the way youth culture has it, that's probably why its there.

 

 

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Give Back

 

Everywhere I go I see corruption. Everywhere I go I see deceit.

The only thing that keeps my feet on the ground is the pounding in my eardrums from the beat.

This is my heart. This is my life. This is what I do, itís what I love.

This is my heart. This is my life and Iíll be doing this until I die.

So much drama. So much shit. It doesnít matter what I do or say.

So many problems, so many tears, they just never ever ever go away.

But I can turn to you Ďbecause youíll always be there.

I've been using you my whole life.

Well now itís time to give back and Iím trying all I can.

So this is how I chose to live my life.

Iíll be with you Ďtill I die.

 

 

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