Propagandhi: Haillie Sallasse + Back to the Motor League - Glass House

Propagandhi: Haillie Sallasse + Back to the Motor League @ The Glass House - Pomona, CA 5/29/09
Haillie Sallasse, Up Your Ass
You speak of Rastafari,
but how can you justify belief
in a God that's left you behind.
You simply fill the gap
between the upper and lower class
and your faith merely keeps you in line,
in line, yeah
An amalgamation of jewish scripture
and christian thought.
What will that get you? Not a f**k of a lot.
Take a look at your promised land.
Your deed is that gun in your hand.
Mt. Zion's a minefield.
The West Bank. The Gaza strip.
The West Bank. The Gaza strip.
The West Bank. The Gaza strip.
The West Bank. The Gaza strip.
Soon to be parking lots for American tourists
and fascist cops, yeah.
F**k zionism.
F**k militarism.
F**k americanism.
F**k nationalism.
F**k religion.
F**k religion.
F**k religion.
F**k religion.
F**k religion.
F**k religion.
F**k religion.
F**k religion.
Back to the Motor League
I like to party f**king hard
I like my rock and roll the same
Don't give a f**k if I burn out
Don't give a f**k if I fade away.
So back to the Motor League with me
before I'm forced to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying public
who live vicariously through
tortured-artist college-rock and floor-punching macho pabulum.
Back to the Motor League I go.
Once thought I drew a lucky hand.
Turned out to be a live grenade
Oh my god
Holy s**t!
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
of play-acting "anarchists"
and Mommy's-little-skinheads, death-threats and sycophants
and wieners drunk on straight-edge.
F**k off.
Who cares?
I'd rather hi-lite Trip-Tiks than listen to your bullshit.
F**k off.
Who cares
...about your stupid scenes, your sh**ty zines,
the straw-men you build up to burn.
It never ceases to amaze me and as I'm suffering
your perfection it reminds me of my own race
to redress my own sad history of
mouthed feet
Eaten hats
Teated bulls
Amish phone-books
Drunken brawls.
But what have we here?
15 years later it still reeks of 'Swill and Chickens**t Conformists
with their fists in the air;
like-father, like-son "rebels' bloated on korn, eminems and bizkits.
Lord, hear our prayer: take back your Amy Grant mosh-crews and
your fair-weather politics.
Blow-dry my hair and stick me on a ten-speed.
Back to the Motor League.
I guess life is just a popularity contest.
Success, the ability to perform within a framework of obedience.
Just ask the candy-coated Joy-Cam rock-bands selling shoes
for venture-capitalists, silencing competing messages,
rounding off the jagged edges.

[@JimmyScrote]

I was over in front of Chris for this. Awesome show. Awesome venue. They better come back sooner this time.

[@anotheradict]

I loved how every single person in the crowd was singin along...such a good show