"All These Days I" by Jamie Little and the filthy politicians

the filthy politicians, with Jamie Little, make a musical (and succinctly logical) argument for forcibly stopping the insane dominant culture, which is akin to an axe murderer frantically killing everything within reach. They reiterate a point often made by Deep Green Resistance: we need it all in this fight - propagandists and fighters, books and bullets. And those fighters on the front lines depend on supplies from a support base. There's a place for everyone in this culture of resistance, so find yours before it's too late for life.

Listen to this track and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

all the days i threw away
it's obvious i just don't trust what comes my way
all the days i walked away
i never realized what controls my mind to be

check it - for every day i just threw away
now i'm grown up or so they say
all this bullshit comin my way
but i'm told this is life - til i'm old i should stay
in line like a rollerblade
but fuck that this life ain't an arcade
do you think it's a game to the slave who made
your i phone, blue jeans, or your microwave? no
no, and yo it's not your fault
but we're livin in the midst of a heist from the vault
nothin is sacred - for riches they'll rape it
take a look around before the forest is pavement
tell me where the ice caps, whales, and their ways went
why i should give a fuck about outer space when
runnin away ain't the answer
we can't escape it - we need to stop the cancer
stop creatin and makin poison
stop feedin it to all the little girls and boys and
stop burning oil, stop all this toil, stop bein loyal
to the same system that destroyed the soil
to the way of life that made this pot boil
your privilege is faced with a choice to continue
keep on keepin on or do you have it in you?
to reject all their bribery
it's not for the poor it's for you an me so
we gotta re-imagine - we gotta fight back
and not stop until we've stopped their attack
it's not abstract - it's as clear as day
there's an axe murderer and he's swingin away
but with so much already gone we've got used to livin this way
but all we've ever seen is proof
that this shit won't stop anytime soon
if we don't act now then we seal our fate
if they have their way it's gonna be too late so
go do what you gotta do
get a bullet or a book or a breath or a clue
this depends on me, it depends on you
life is the front line - sad but true
we don't all have to fight
but for supplies in the night, can we depend on you?

"142 Years" by Drew Wadden and the filthy politicians

This collaboration between the filthy politicians and Drew Wadden provides a concise summary of the trajectory of civilization, then challenges the listener with a fundamental moral question: what are you going to do about it?

Listen to "142 Years" from the album Modern Man and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

do you believe that you will die at the end of your life?
what do you think that you will do when nobody can find you?

shit- if we leave here just like this
the way it is now right now
it's a crime scene past time we quit
we've filled paradise full of maggots and shit
which when left to their own are a part of the cycle
but that's blown sky high by a psycho
cancer of a culture that conquered the world with agriculture
we ain't been right with the world for awhile now
rocks, rivers, plants, and animals in exile
we killed the tribes in due course
and turned relationships into resource
extractors - manufacturers
turn the living world into plastic we're
drownin in a sea of loneliness
flailin about for a long lost home it gets
hard to listen to the screams
when you wake up and take in the scene
people take up the meaningless memes
to disconnect is how we cope it seems
if he who dies with the most toys wins
mother earth cries but it's lost in the din
does that man get to join the elders?
or does he wander the depths of hell?
if you sold your soul every time you
took a bite of the torture behind you
hid the light from the torch inside you
do you really think in the end we could find you?
if you sold your soul every time you
took a bite of the torture behind you
hid the light from the torch inside you
do you really think in the end we could find you?
you gotta wake up
you gotta wake up
we tear apart the world for what?
we're still not happy - time to give it up
there's always other ways - old ways - waitin
fight back why are we hesitatin?
we got zombie hearts with the brain rot
take a look inside - what do you got?

"Concrete" by the filthy politicians

A call to dig underneath the distractions and lies imposed on us by civilization, "Concrete" urges us to decolonize and join the side of the living. As always, the filthy politicians, joined on this Modern Man track by Drew Wadden, blend engaging rythm and melody with meaningful lyrics to draw listeners into a culture of resistance.

Listen to this track and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

won't tell you to put your hands up in the air
won't tell you to put em anywhere
cuz you can put em up or down
all that really matters is you listen to the sound
and let it sink in get to thinkin
look reality in the eye without blinkin

don't think that i don't realize
that today if you want to reach the hearts and the minds
of these people that you need a beat to sweep them right off their feet
to reach deep underneath these sheets of concrete
that they been layin since you were playin in plastic sheets
and runnin through creeks now filled with chemical leaks
now tears are runnin down our chemical cheeks
cuz we don't wanna go outside without makeup on
we can't have fun without jager bombs
and this ain't the way it's supposed to be
ain't supposed to lose somebody so close to me
in a car accident we shouldn't have cars
but we're all so used to all these scars
we build our own prison but we don't see the bars
it shouldn't be so hard at night to see the stars

won't tell you to put your hands up in the air
won't tell you to put em anywhere
cuz you can put em up or down
all that really matters is you listen to the sound
and let it sink in get to thinkin
look reality in the eye without blinkin

these days we're taught conscious thought ain't hot
your brain might be sayin tpain i am not
so i'm already workin against the fence
you might be sittin on but if you're not then just pretend
we can take a thought and follow it to its end
just take a look around, what the fuck is happenin?
we shop til we drop for things that got made
half way around the motherfuckin world by slaves
if you got eyes to see take a look around
if you got ears to hear listen to the sound
of isolation, domestication
to the natural world we're an alienation
and we sold the soul for the sweet sedation
of lonely sex robots on tv stations
it shouldn't take flobots to show these bourgeois
the new boss is just like the old boss

won't tell you to put your hands up in the air
won't tell you to put em anywhere
cuz you can put em up or down
all that really matters is you listen to the sound
and let it sink in get to thinkin
look reality in the eye without blinkin

so if you got a breath of life left
and somethin inside you that's more human than machine to guide you
then you just gotta dig it up listen to it an we'll do it
you just gotta set it free then we can get to it
cuz the real enemy is all around
everyday they're the ones that are holdin us down
cuz they know as long as we don't know anything else
that we won't know what it's like to think for ourselves
and that's half the problem is every debate
is framed to accept the existence of the state
with this history they write, the lies they tell
so we identify and we don't rebel
we just eat the food and we watch the shows and
we consume exactly what they want us to know
but before we were consumin we were human at birth
gotta find our way back cuz we're killin this earth

won't tell you to put your hands up in the air
won't tell you to put em anywhere
cuz you can put em up or down
all that really matters is you listen to the sound
and let it sink in get to thinkin
look reality in the eye without blinkin

the filthy politicians: I Don't Think We're Smart

This track from the Modern Man album by the filthy politicians echoes much of the wisdom expressed in the recently featured video Earth: Land Is Life. The song argues that our modern notions of "progress" have led us far off track from relationships with the human and non-human animals around us. It ends in a call to fight on the side of life and resist civilization and its destruction. Truly music for a culture of resistance.

Listen to this track and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

we think we're so smart it's funny
not much wisdom but damn we got money
we're just animals like everybody else
but we've learned to like to destroy ourselves
so if i could i would trade it all
fuck science let the chips fall
where they may - control is an illusion
toaster ovens and nuclear fusion
don't get us anywhere but further away
from livin life in a natural way
we're relatively new to the forest
gotta learn from the ones here before us
we're the younger brother of all the other species
but we quit listenin and now it's easy
to see how far off the track we are
gotta get back there's a map in the stars
so we'll start by tearin down the street lights
let bright days turn into bright nights
take old wrongs make new rights
as we dance on the grave of the ways of our old life
cuz right now we take and we don't give back
if you want to survive then you can't do that
you can't pollute, poison an plunder
cuz if you bring lightning you're gonna get thunder
and right now we're flailing, about to go under
alarms are wailing and it makes you wonder
how we don't hear it?
maybe it's cuz now it's too loud
and the waves are crashing down all around
so we can't decipher the sounds anymore
i don't think we're smart
because we found new ways now to tear the earth apart
it's gettin bigger but it ain't gettin better
the writing's on the wall in bright red letters
big dump trucks, sky scrapers
chemical factories, all earth rapers
agriculture means fightin nature
imposin our will like a legislature
we've wiped out the ones who were content
to live with the earth the way that we were meant to
so we gotta look back if we wanna learn new
ways to relate to the earth that we've burned through
it's time for restoration
of the earth and our human relations
cuz we ain't happy here in hierarchy
we're better as equals i ain't lyin b
but we've been chasin a ghost
ignoring the things that we need the most
like clean air, water, and community
civilization has enjoyed immunity
while all these kings and queens
get off scott free as we eat the memes
that you better not resist this just go along
they got armies and guns they're too strong
but fuck that i'm learning
can't sit back, won't be a good german
and watch this holocaust any longer
choose life and we'll all be stronger
cuz right now we're slaves diggin our own graves
the earth we need's the earth we pave
so we gotta wake up, wake up, wake up
then we gotta take up, take up, take up
the war of our ancestors and end it
so we can save our descendants

the filthy politicians: 200 Species Every Day

The song "200 Species Every Day" by the filthy politicians is a fictional scene straight out of the Decisive Ecological Warfare strategy advocated by Deep Green Resistance: a pair of activists carrying out well-planned and strategic attacks on infrastructure, in this case combining arson of a power station with raids on corporate offices to trash their crucial data.

As the filthy politicians ask in the preamble, "Why the fuck hasn't this happened yet?"

Listen to this track and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

yeah she said look at it now it's like
everything is always spinnin around
and what's hard to believe with your feet on the ground
is that we're flyin through space not makin a sound
yeah, let me tell you about a ride and a journey
a small town girl on a midnight train
goin anywhere with a city boy destroyin
everything so they can breath again
cuz life don't fit in a cubicle
lookin out the window damn that's beautiful
fuck that we ain't goin back said sally
take my hand we'll take the back alley
we'll take it all back from the peak to the valley
i wanna burn it all down, shall we
but i don't wanna knock off gas stations
no we're goin for the corporations
there'a power station we could blow
nobody's out there, no one's gonna know
until we're in the next town down the road
where i know a safe place that we can lay low
she said just two people could cut the power
to the whole city for 38 hours
then dress up like police officers
then we got access to every office
her smile was so bright and life was such a mess
that he couldn't think of anything else
and the word that he heard himself say was yes

yeah, she knew him long enough to trust him
but didn't wanna risk it if they got busted
so she kept the network to herself
cuz what he didn't know, yo he couldn't tell
so they planned it out, got it all together
to the decimal everything down to the weather
no cell phones, no booze, shaved heads
no DNA, no trace for the feds
wasn't hard to cop a cop uniform
the gangs were on that one long before
they got timed charges for the transformers
with a little dynamite for the corners
all sourced out yo paid in cash
it's not that hard to build a stash
in a land where everyone has a gun
america manufactured his own crash
so they stole a car from a rich family
that was on vacation
on a beach at a resort in some starving
so called third world nation
then they drove out to the hills
satellites the cloudy night killed
they rehearsed enough, didn't have to think
they cut the fence, just plain chain link
it only took them half an hour
then they were on their way
back to the city where she put on a wig
and they slipped on the costumes of the pig
they strolled out of that parking garage
left one last charge in the trunk of the dodge
they watched the fire as it rose up in the hills
then came the darkness and they both got chills

she waited for the look in his eyes when
he saw another fire on the other horizon
he knew she hadn't told him for the right reasons
about the others, but he couldn't believe it
so he asked her how many?
she said just enough to stand a chance, if any
but lets get in there, get what we came for
hard drives smashed all over the floor
then back out, on to the next one
darkness had never been this fun
they came to call it the great resetting
in an effort to address the great forgetting
life was under attack for so long
they had to fight back before it was gone
status quo had to go
everybody knew it deep down in their bones
so you better get ready for shit to go down
they're on their way they're in the next town
ya you better get ready for shit to go down
they're on their way, they're in the next town

Music videos by The Filthy Politicians

The Filthy Politicians write smart, hard-hitting lyrics eloquently arguing against consumerism, misogyny, colonialism, abuse of the environment, and civilization in general. DGR Great Basin member Max Wilbert wrote a review of The Filthy Politicians album "Modern Man." View their music videos below (warning: some graphic photos in "Party in the USA" and in "The Un Free Trade") or download their music from Soundcloud and Bandcamp:

Addict

Miley Cyrus Remix: Party in the USA

Smoke

The Un Free Trade

The Business (As Usual)