Raise The Youth

by The Orphans

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Virus One 00:16
Stop spreading your virus Your pamphlets, your ways Stop spreading your virus Your beliefs, your hate I don't wanna get sick, no!
Way Of Life 02:26
A society of consumer fools Precedents to not stand on their own It's the way it's always been Try to find the place it's carved in stone Wanted to start a brand new way of life But somebody closed my eyes We'll make millions All we have to do is say we care I don't wanna live like that Won't live for someone else Someone not even in need I'll just live for ourselves Is that so difficult? I just want to care But life is not that fair We'll make millions All we have to do is say we care Say we care A society of shopping carts and Christmas trees And traffic lights and cookie cutters and putty knives The putty they mold Now they're ready to hit the grocery stores Salesmen, corporate cocks, politicians A fast-food co-op plan For life to pass a brand new man I'd rather be divided from the line Than be a fool-breeder run by time Tick tock Who makes millions All he has to do is say he cares
The government wants to overthrow its subjects GOP has issued secret codes CIA has put them on our stop signs FBI is tapping in our phones Billy Bob's the slick one But we've seen his dishonest smiles to the crowds I praise the press, I surf the internet Hope I'm not revealed as a coward Got my gun and got my flag Believe everything I've read in all the mags So paranoid and ready to kill Shootin' kids from my windowsill Insane, demented, paranoid, pissed But I'm gonna have to deal with it Cause reform is bloodshed, reform is hate Reform is fear, reform because The government stole my Germs CD I sell my peace by forcing hate The violence on the TV screen I believe segments of "Hard Copy" No one else knows where I've been I'm just a nazi with old glory Turning it into a confederate shroud I charge anarchy and comfort I gotta make my buddies proud Got my beer and civil war mind Blast from the past with much more lies Seen as criminals, not as us True pacifists don't suck Insane, demented, paranoid, pissed AK-47, it deals with it Cause reform is bloodshed, reform is hate Reform is crass, reform because The government stole my Germs CD
You're giving in to their life Press your back with a knife Off on a holiday No more time for disarray Working days, torpid nights Angry youth's gonna fight Every year is getting worse Play never, hate first But you love your customers Cause they give you the cash And you hate your customers Cause they're a pain in the ass You're giving in to their life Supermarket with your wife Follow the American way No more time for disarray Cubicle: college for this? No option of getting pissed Your customers are ruling you Cause the market told you to All the stocks are going up Cause your mind is giving up All we care about it you Until we get in the break room
By your logic, (hu)man gives up I don't wanna buy your logic What's to gain? What's the same besides your logic What's so new? What's the new outsider logic? What's outside? Nothing yet Buy your logic By your logic Buyer logic Sell your logic to the rocks They don't wanna buy your logic Matchless names They've got security and substance You've got none By your logic, I gave up No! Well I don't wanna buy your words, slogans Symbols, walls Sense, logic You've got none at all Phrases, pages, phases, stages Destination in baited cages You uphold a law that's not innate You uphold a law not of the state You attack, you turn the black sheep white You attack, great change without a fight You throw bricks and hide behind your glass If that breaks, at least you've got your class You uphold a law that's not innate You uphold the laws that you create
The cops are afraid of you and you... The cops could be afraid of you and you... Threats of violence, plastic threats Taunts and instability Outside but crawling in your skin The threats display futility Sticks and stones may break your fists But names will make them vanish As someone in blue suit and sunglasses Makes you cringe and banish Wake up and drink your coffee Wake up and use your head The boss is afraid of you The boss could be afraid of you Threats and orders, plastic threats Boss on the back of a sorry son of a bitch Capital, people, bastards, bullies He don't know which is which There's no time for standing up for what you believe in You feel he controls your mind (mouth?) But I don't believe it Wake up and drink your coffee Wake up and use your head Everyone is afraid of you Everyone could be afraid of you
Don't feed me any of your shit Not gonna buy any of it Won't get fat with all your lies Your happy package was just a disguise Don't want your product or your views At least the cynics never lose Can't get diseased, cause they're immune To gilded far-fetched cartoons I don't like what I see I've had my taste test And I don't like it I can't believe it took this long To make you transparent I don't like it I've got an anorexic mind Don't feed me any of your shit Say I'm just a wimp I won't take what you're dishing out Bulimic gut, bulimic mind I'll chew you up and spit you out Don't want any of your lies You've got your pills to pass the time Too bad I spoiled all the fun Your days of gluttony are done
You're not getting the facts You're not getting the truth You're not hearing the actual voices of the youth All you're getting is a marketing tool Props to sell us "cool" Reasons to be a fool are fed and said We flocked, you led And we accept it all No way there's no right or wrong Unless the money's there Then thought ain't got a prayer Mass persuasion: fan the flames To have freedom within the chains It can't appear that we're aware Of what is going on out there The cleansed and filtered public mind is doomed They're doomed, they're doomed Deprived of any truth The public is doomed Mindwash is what's in store You get addicted, you ask for more Fake 'em once, then fake 'em again Cause what they think they want, they'll get There's a thirst for lies these days We're mice inside their maze Their utopic restraints are fed and said We flocked, you led Oh, you poor public mouth You eat whatever's out As long as it's on sale You walk the traveled trail Mass persuasion: fan the flames To have freedom within the chains It can't appear that we have gained Reverse intentions of their game
Out! 00:34
Why should they, why should we feel your insecurity? Ruining better days of others While she stands out of the way Out of the way You changed your identity days ago So we don't see The spoiled prince is turning grey As angst rears its head She's out of the way Out of the way
He's the big man on the campus But he still manages to fool us His stress is gonna mount up and explode But we'll stand up There's only so much one man can take Before his sanity will break An operation, a success To get rid of the so-called best Only the best demented figures of authority
They 03:49
They, they, they Control our lives, lives We never meet We just assume that we've known each other Since our birth, they've been scheduling, assigning Writing, deciding, and watching like Big Brother So hey (hey hey hey) The man said, the man said Who the fuck are They? They turned on the lights They want it bright Yet black, as our ignorance They are all the men behind the masks On the TV, gilded with false substance They're the police making us walk the line They, I'm going crazy They make me go crazy Give what they can take Take what they can get Reassured from behind those shades That our lives are secure, we'll be alright They measure our standard of living But they create it as well Mark the expenditures, set up the economy Walk around the basement They fail-safed a society With the threat of Hell The questioners fell They desire the nihilists be expelled From their dream of an ignorant world The threat of defiance infertile Where the almighty word is what they said Til you never wonder, who the fuck are They? They turned off the lights Remaining sights have now been darkened and been dimmed Who, why, how and then ask where? Behind the mirror Mirror's one-sided, one-way And it's always been Who the fuck are They?
Outwitted 03:09
I've got you under your skin And I didn't even intend to go in If you were such a professional man You'd beat me at a level That I understand But I outwitted you Your permits and degrees can't hide the blatant truth Cause they didn't teach you how to understand in school I anticipate tearing your structure to the floor So you cannot hide behind papers anymore With print and the power of the pen I outwitted you Cause they didn't teach you how to understand in school Well, I've got you under your skin Reassure yourself that I didn't win But it's all in print And we know the truth
Hey hey hey, I wanna say Got pretty scared the other day Five-year old son refused to eat his spinach Didn't care if I played cop Rebellion made my heart stop Shoved it down his throat to make him finish Not to worry, not to fear He won't be the same next year We're molding our son til the day we die Molding our son Clay spine, clay mind Hey hey hey, I wanna say Got a phone call the other day Fifteen-year old was forging tests in school Didn't care if I played cop Rebellion made my heart stop We don't want a leader but a tool Hey hey hey I wanna say Broke down and cried the other day 25-year old son's a nazi skin Question should we have played cop We just gave him love nonstop What in God's name went wrong with him? It's alright, it's ok Hundreds are being born each day They keep on molding their sons Clay spine, clay mind, my mind...
Parents losing touch with all the teens No remorse for becoming your son's fiend Build their trust, then violate it While your kids are out there, but getting high? Now your son's got a mind of his own You cry at night cause he is not your clone There's a scapegoat, he must be on drugs Waste your cash on tests Get out the bugs Let's get out the bugs Just a swipe across his desk Use our fairly accurate test Weekly gunpoint urination Makes up for lack of parent-teen communication Big brother, bigger mother Just when you thought that it was safe You thought your parents got used to your ways Family has conspired to take you out They bend you til they get what you're about Parents bought a product, it's not fair And I know the company don't care Mismatched results could get it wrong When they could have the answers all along I don't wanna talk, just need a cloth No no no is not enough You've got a mind of your own Figure it out: We are not your clones Big brother, bigger mother
Today in a village of famine A feast was had by all So stop all the presses And listen for the riots and brawls But no rifles were aimed at comrades Only at our fascist lords There were ghosts of Winstanley's farmers When they were wielding ploughs not swords What reason have they to dance and to sing? Their pockets are all empty They've not stewards, queens or kings No bosses, laws or order Marching armies must be bring To give them all a reason now To dance and to sing Hush, scholar of history Do not write a word We'll make repetition out of precedents See that this dream goes deferred Tell on insatiable greed within us And how the rebellion didn't work So in a hundred years, it's forgotten Shift the tale and shift the worth Where the women took up arms To kill the fascists to protect life Where the food was freed at last For all the peoples' fork and knife 'Tis the reason they have to dance and to sing Their pockets are all empty They've no stewards, queens or kings No bosses, laws or order Everyone has everything Each day gives them a reason now To dance and to sing
High upon a forgotten mountaintop Lay a garden untended and dry 'Twas a yard that hadn't felt children's feet running For the mother long ago taught her children how to fly Within a simple cabin, untouched by industrial hands Sat the aged mother in her home "You can't escape the picture frames, there's too many," she said They keep me from being alone Well, she spoke, he was an honest man He worked hard to put food on our plates Well, we had more babies than we had arms We struggled all our lives, but the rewards were great And when my son came home from the war He rested his head on my breast And said, ma, I'm tired of being used and grinded down I feel so low Can you make me feel like I'm the best? Well, my best friend truly wed a savage man He wore her like a bad tattoo For his only love was for a bottle She said, there's only one thing left for me to do To be wild once again, to take back my life To run away Set flames to his truck He won't ever know what he's been missing I did every day Joy, freedom, dance and love Yeah, dance and love These are the stories that this mother spoke to me As I brought her garden back to grow I was rewarded with a warm meal Tales never to be heard Some call it poverty, but they'll never know She said, all I got's my stories and this old guitar My crops have all come and gone away I got a head fulla recipes Enticing to the taste And a liking to wake up and greet the day Got a bad back from raising my children From hugging my husband so tight Hell, I never cared much for any government I got my Jesus when I feel the time is right Singing, I'm the richest I'll ever be I embrace the world I have all around me So sing a dying song and slap your knee Have a taste of true anarchy
Business to attend to My obligations great In number and importance Fashionably late But not too much to make them Wiggle in their chairs Toss glances to their comrades And question in their pairs Look at my watch Do I have time In my section of the day To commit a crime? To look at the beauty To look at the seasons But don't let my masters Know of this treason Family to support Speeding to my home I stop and I am thankful That I don't live alone But I would like to run Random in the week Off to any given place Where I could stop and think I do that just two weeks a year And my God knows that I'm there Safe and sound under company time Safely out of their grasp But safely near the report of the chimes
I am a victim of demands A unit in their quota A neck within their hands A scapegoat and a blame Compressor of the strain A vent or the penned-up reality The cleanest man is oh so dirty You walked on a ground not sturdy No exception for their written laws No explanation for their groundless cause While you were out Kids were diseasing each other Brothers were killing their brothers People decaying in the gutters While you were out The world was falling apart Right before your eyes You were busy fulfilling orders Remaining safe inside their borders Writing tickets to the suspects While you used the culprit's pen A reason marked I am ranked and filed Should I now attack the innocent child? Twisted logic And a faith dispenser Makes the "us vs. them" wars Much more tense(r)
For every stern and bitter head Preparing for the bout with death For every freak tossed into line There is a youth's dangerous smile The deviltry in innocence A path without signs on a fence Laugh at the old, grinded by stress Destroyed by tax, destroyed by war In times when they didn't ask: What're we fighting for? When veterans sang and didn't weep And we were all God's silent sheep But that was then, we've moved along It's shaking down, glad I'll be gone These are the words of elders grand Now that the world is in your hands Can't argue that You have control Now is the time to take all they've stole Is the greater sorrow a child yearning age? Or an elder wishing they were back again?


The Orphans were Erik Petersen's punk rock troupe in the 90’s before Mischief Brew, and this is a collection of everything (worthwhile) that they ever did! Includes studio tracks as well as live, practice, and acoustic songs. More angry youthful rebel-core than you can shake a skateboard at. CD version is out of print.


released August 10, 2004


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Mischief Brew Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Emerging from the undead ashes of PA punk troupe The Orphans, Mischief Brew started with a scratchy demo tape in 2000 and has since spread the good word of anarchy, hilarity, and rebellion across state lines and even the Atlantic Ocean a few times. We've managed to exist for over 13 years in one form or another by kissing nobody's ass and doing everything ourselves, for the most part. No rules! ... more

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