(Time gladly wasted by IAMHOLTZ@oak.grove.iup.edu) (P),(C),(A) 1993 MORTARHATE RECORDS (C) 1994 CLEOPATRA RECORDS CONFLICT INFO ON CONFLICT, ANIMAL LIBERATION FRONT & CLASS WAR MORTARHATE RECORDS SEND 2 X I.R.C. AND SELF ADDRESSED ENVELOPE TO: PO BOX 448, LONDON SE9 PO BOX 448, LONDON SE9. U.K. ENGLAND (071)-237-1182 CONFLICT RECORDS AND OTHER PRODUCTS ARE AVAILABLE FROM JUNGLE POST. SEND A SAE OR IRC TO:- JUNGLE POST, 62 CHALK FARM ROAD, LONDON, NW1 8AN, UK. CONFLICT: "CONCLUSION" (MORT 100) @SONG: TO LIVE ON IN HEARTS (Instrumental) @SONG: THE RIGHT TO REPLY The house, Looks for an answer to end all the violence. The ungovernable finally break silence, There's endless white papers, and new institutions. That still won't stop us, it's no solution The right and the left wing continue to bore, With pre-dated policies all heard before. This is mankind now see how mankind kills, We're hitting back hard now you see how it feels. They teach and preach examination tests, So the political privelaged can order the rest, Of the young parasites, Who live in a world without hope, To get back in line, and stay there, Then assure us they'll cope. In the new violent Brirtain they pledge to invest, In skills and communities with renewed interest. To build schools of education, Not colleges of crime A manifesto so perfcetly timed, Providing help for the helpless, Their new commissions strive, For a stable re-educated society by 1995. Meanwhile, we fight on in desparation Still trying to break through. Their barriers of insanity and even now they know it's true, That to irradicate violence effectively, Injustice has to unfold. But, instead they choose to compensate, to lie and Then collaborate, no interest in any true debate, Their courts set up the offenders fate, the new Secure units for the old custodial sentence. Well we have listened to you for long enough, Taken all your threats, and you ain't so tough. You intimidate, then punish the persistent hard-core offender. You condemn more and understand less, You'll get no apologies ever. In an atmosphere of moral panic, You blame us for fighting back. But it's us that's been dragged through your streets backwards, Battered shell-shocked and attacked. The pressure's building on law and order, But we ain't even started. They may think they have been tested, But no way for we still stand divided. More and more we're turning against our own, How come? How have we forgot? That this is the one thing they want us to do, To compensate For the freedom that we ain't got. Some mug old folks and these are SCUM It's the one main thing that just ain't done. We can deal perfectly with our own problems, By taking the law in to our own hands. We can protect our own, young, the weak, and Elderly, and therefore smash their callous plans. I shall not work to build my death Nor have decisions madeby fools, For my or your behalf. As though I can't see or hear Of that which surrounds me, As though I'm quite content With all that, that disgusts me. I will not build for another's gain, Although it always ends up the same, It's as though I can't see or hear, As though I'm content, With everything that disgusts me. How can they talk about low life? Whilst they're destroying the earth? How can they take away someone's freedom? When they don't know what it's worth. To the people with feelings, To those not totally succeeding, Those, shattered, torn, ripped right in half, And whose broken hearts are bleeding. Yet still they bash and batter, To them, man onslaught, does not matter. They create society's whitewashed picture, That everything is alright. Then when people voice opinion, and object, They show disgust, confusion and then demonstrate Their might. Don't you dare think for a moment, that it's only in a Riot that we show we're discontent. It's in every so called criminal act, That we demonstrate our contempt. You shove your outstanding promises, your respect I only have respect for the life. That you destroy time and time and time again, I'm still hoping for the hopeless, And making excuses for the lawless. @SONG: SOMEDAY SOON Someday soon we'll take vacations on the moon. Someday soon we'll build great cities under water. Someday son we'll create the ultimate human being. Someday soon you won't believe in what you're seeing. And yet they can't find a cure for a common cold, But they can reconstruct a face, Back to the young from the old. The cancer spreads, the AIDS develops in it's victims, Science counts the cost in lives, The cause and not the cure succeeds. A child fights for life, in a state of confucion. Dragged up in a cesspit full of class'A'illusions. The progress chart monitors, brilliant achievemets. It's a world where technology easily outweighs bereavement. The market remains flooded with drugs that only suppress, Twenty types that all do the same thing, Profit and screw all the rest. Who drop dead in the queue, to receive operations, As the government reveal their new million pound sensation. Dancing at the policemen's ball again, We sing our songs of disgust, But they don't hear a thing with heads held up high They raise a toast to progression, and a record breaking Turnover tenth year in succession. There stands a woman she has no face. Her baby cries out dying arms outstretched for embrace. They have no stake in the society that demands their respect. A world with any hope is all they can expect. @SONG: NO MORE EXCUSES Safe as sound What am I talking about? Of course, it's not safe Look at what corporate gain is doing To our children, and our sanity? Insanity ! Sanitary, insanitary Am I left fit to believe? Am I left fit? Fit for what? What for? For who? Who gains? Weight gains? Weight Watchers? Watching what? Watching who? Who's watching? No more questions. Wanting existence, wanting a distance. Wanting existence, wanting to exist. Before the thinking, The sun kills alone, After the thought. If this is how you see it, You have to make it known. If this is how you free it, You have to make it known. This is how you see it, you have to make it known. This is not too serious, to have to make it known. S ick A fter C hoosing C arelessly H ealth A ids R eplacement I nstead of N othing C hildren's A ddictions U nderstand S ensless E xit S elling C heap A ffordable N onsense C limate E ffect R eversed Wanting a distance. Wating existence. I want my distance I want to exist As safe as sound. @SONG: A DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE A declaration of independence, The other person has cleared. Understand the perspective, get the directive, And realise our fears. We're simply trying to connect nowadays, But does anybody want to know? I'm finding it hard, putting feelings into words, Another chapter remains unwrote. Terrywaite's smile inspires millions and in Russia Yeltsin replaces Gorbachev, In Yugoslavia civil war Rages, Robert Maxwell makes the biggest splash and The I.R.A. bomb downing street. Conflict after conflict. Now it's just the bare bones of what we are. A vicious circle in an open ended struggle. Life goes on as if all around is not relevant, As we look through closed etes we try and understand. If we had a view what would it show? We're stuck in a room that has no view, And so are you, Or are you? Well are you? @SONG: THE INSTITUTE OF DREAMS Human nature beams for all to see, The story now unfolds. As they wonder into wonderland, Their lives, the starring role, He makes his move so carefully, As he takes her by the hand. He whispers that he loves her, So she fails to understand. Strolling lives, angellic passages, With visions crystal clear. He demonstrates his love for her. She hides away her fears. He showers her with prizes, She's the first in his love life! He piles on the emotions. But she don't want to be his wife. You and I will build a dream together, Give me your heart I'll love forever, When I hold your hand, I start to understand, What they mean when they say love. What we mean when we say love. Well now you really better love me so Or I will hate your guts??? Your mine all mine no ifs or buts, No one else must ever touch, And to you I now give all my heart, As I knew I would right from the start. Our gold band now engages us Within the institute of dreams. They ride the path towards married bliss, But soemthing's just not right. Those visions now seem so distorted, They disagree and fight. Both now miss their freedom. But this contract they've created. In acceptancve with society's morals, A tradition that's so dated. Looking back in time she thinks What's life got in store from here? Confused, twisted, sick inside He drowns in another beer. With tears in eyes he walks away He's convinced that, that is that! But absences makes the heart grow fonder, And now he begs her to come back. She finds a man to compensate He wins at home, she plays away, It's been going on a while now? All seems lost is it too late? But meanwhile he's out there finding solace with another, She holds sweet truth, he keeps dark secrets she Looks, he knows he loves her. But he also dreams up images of all the thoughts of Her he's missed, They patch it up for the umpteenth Time as this tale takes another twist. Loves a never ending question always asking why's it Wrong to hold love and feelings for more than one, And well that's another song. @SONG: CLIMBING THE STAIRS Standing alone in a mystery Standing alone in misery The start of the war, it's the first to die So on my own, in not the place to be First, I see visions of insane men unaware on the Stairs, caught by the same gang Pure hatred on young and aged faces there's one, two, three, but they ain't leaving traces As someone pushes past, I'm caught right in their path. I try to respond, But this just raises a laugh A clenched fist punches hard, smashing the face I try to turn and run, but they're all over the place I'm pulling hard on the tair rail, but this ain't my Night my shirt rips in two, as they hold me so tight I feel a terrible blow, as something collides with Skull I fight back so hard, but the blades take their Toll so many shots on target, on the floor curled up Tight the crazed just won't stop, Is this finally goodnight? Now a feeling so strange, something won't let it die And can't let them screw up the rest of our lives. I'm losing all, all track of time I feel the pain of a real life crime Boy they roar, let's open up his head Hey you;see how far you've pushed this I'm now praying that someone will turn up soon I'm unaware they're creeping down the backstairs I shout"Hey, what am I getting this for?, I weren't even there, I didn't go past the door". But the baton rains down, the boots pile in Why don't they leave it, look at the state that I'm in The choppers chops hard, the blade cuts deep Flesh hangs off in slices and I start to weep The baton rains down, the boots pile in I feel a strange peacefulness building up within The choppers chops hard, the blood runs red I feel total release, I think I must be dead Back alive in the shadow of a dead man I'm not alone? I'm reaching for the stair rails Instead I grab the hand of the father I see a face, it's the face of mother There's someone else, It's the mother of my mother Whose strong man is helping me Climb up the stairs from the misery climb and climb, The stairs from the misery climbing the stairs For the unaware? To see @SONG: A QUESTION OF PRIORITIES The winds of change are now blowing again, I can sense it, I can feel it, Like a breath of fresh air. Thousands upon thousands of words, is our right to reply. A question of priorities, in a universal role. Memories surround of bitter times, so don't expect Too much, as all seems lost, When the worls finally says give up. From the dark wind wept streets, I see a glimmer of Light, of hope, a presence of defiance. I wonder, and I realise that while some wait for miracles, others may help create them. From a room that has no view, I gaze from the window I consider our purpose, the cold starsd look down, and There's a feeling that someone, or something, is Always looking, strange, 'cos it's, it's like, careful Observation, the sweetest manipulation, those smiling Images of love, A confused pattern of trust, a feeble Structure fleeing, responsibility and feelings, and I Wonder who, what, why where and when and if in fact I'm still believing? In all those moments we've shared. Of all the things that we have been through. I feel happiness, sadness, remeber the places that we Have been to push our views and ideas home. Of meeting people who feel alone. Of seeing anguished faces smile again, An achievement? Well I hope. As we swim from the shore, I can feel the undercurrent. I hear songs of hope and glory, but how deep is their Ocean? We turn and face obsession, A painful reminder from tomorrow. The seas a funny shade of blue now, Do we drown in mistakes sorrow? A nation remains silent, burnot out skulls, blank expressions. An image of convenience, in reality's succession. Blind in the one-eyed kingdom, following those who Followed last, who follow those, Who followed before them. Is there a future in the past? @SONG: IS NEVER TO DIE I have slept so long, for so long. There lies my regret, sighing and greiving. Had I known I could tremble so, What now I know. I would never have shown my soul. Leaping, like an eager flame. After all who is to blame? There lies my regret, shining and greiving. And as this evening falls, To close, for closed eyes. Take that backward glance, And see, see what lies behind. Recall the time when all the world, Just seemed to recline, Within our hands and was washed away, Like teh fleeting summer rain. Gentle memories of our finest day, Can we ever hope to regain? The innocence of youth. The sordid truth. Our visions turn sour. All colours change to grey. Goodbye my tender dreams. Is there a better day? Regain. To live on in hearts, is never to die. @SONG: THESE COLOURS DON'T RUN The factories still churning out Of that there's not a single doubt There's more snide shit from their flea pits They couldn't give a fucking shit. It's true, overdue, and plain to see, They say, we're standing firmly in the rain Simply waiting for it to stop they said, That we should build new umbrellas because we're Stuck in our own rut. I say, blow away the rain clouds, For the new horizon is crystal clear. It's took sometime, but we're on the right track Now where do we go from here? Sick and tored of worthless statements Pissed off with the same old songs You stuff your moral rule book Of what's allowed, what's right and wrong Oh yeah, there's those who only criticise yet offer Nothing new solutions? Ideas? No, just raked up shit What a clever thing to do We must strive on for what we know is right We know all too well there's no end in sight But human nature is still on our side as the politicians Fall into landslide we're out on the street, Feeling the beat of the heart's in anger at the upper crust Elite who don't hear us scream or beg for a halt or Their society aborts 1981 President Reagan and the pope face assassins' Bullets and escape with their lives. But in Cairo Sadat dies in a hail of automatic fire From brixton to Belfast riots rage and fires burn. The royal wedding of Pronce Charles is celebrated. In America the skies roar as Columbia the first space Shuttle blasts off but as winter descends so does the Chilling news of martial law in Poland. 1982 Argentina invades Falklands, Speilberg captures Our imaginations, unemployment rises above three million, Adn with threat of cruise missiles twenty Thousand women go to war to safe guard peace. Britain gets it's fourth T.V. station, Princess Diana gives us a royal heir. The I.R.A. bring horror to Hyde Park, Breshnev dies in Russia and Irael invades Lebanon. 1983 As protesters get into their stride at Greenham Ronald Reagan promises to make Star Wars a frightening reality Back on earth the Soviets admit to shooting down a Korean airliner, Maggie Thatcher triumphs again and America's first Woman astronaut is in space; For Grenada its an American invasion. 1984 after twelve weeks the striking miners still Battle on and in Brighton the P.M. and cabinet narrowly Escape death as an I.R.A. bomb rips through the Grand Hotel. Yvonne Thatcher is gunned down and her murderer Flies away a free man. Rajiv Gandhi fights dave his country after the Assassination of his mother. Millions face starvation in Ethiopia. 1985 Mikhail Gorbachev is Soviet leader, while shouts Of "scab" greet miners. Unions vote to end the national strike. The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in New Zealand by two bombs. Live aid rocks the world for the hungry, A policeman is hacked to death in London, Reagan in Geneva said the world is now a safe place. 1986 Space shuttle explodes on take off, Swedish P.M. is Shot dead in the street, the pickets cash in wapping, Reagan bombs Libya (keep your head down), Russian nuclear reactor is ablaze. 1987 Beirut gun man attack U.N., Argentinian president Ends arms revolt, Gorbachev makes new offer on arms Cuts, Iraqi exocet blasts U.S. frigate, Thatcher is elected for a third term. In Britain 'spycatcher' is banned, But anyone can buy it in America. A storm hits the stock market on black monday. 1988 S.A.S. gun man gun down I.R.A. unit in Gibraltar, Mitterand returns as French president. U.S. war ships Shoot down an Iranian airliner, Bush is elected as U.S. president. Thatcher speaks for Polish freedom. Britain is shocked by two disasters in nine days and Edwina resigns over a storm in an egg cup. 1989 Berlin wall is torn down, Freedom sweeps the East. In China a light of hope in Tiannamen square is extinguished. In Romania peoplel fight against the dictator Ceauces-Cu and with his death they win. For once it seems a hope and good can prevail. 1990 Saddam Hussein invades Kuwait, U.N. troops leave To face the unknown horrors of modern warfare. Mandela is freed, the Soviet pulls out of Czechoslavakia And Maggie Thatcher resigns. 1991 The waiting is over, the Gulf explodes, never has such a powerful force been unleashed against one Nation. The bombardment against Iraq is relentless, The end comes quickly, as the victorious survivors Celebrate, for some the battle against grief is just Beginning, yellow ribbons are everywhere, with the Release of John McCarthy, It seems at last the world is changing for the better. The plights of those in misery A dead necked vision, product of subsidence. Fucked up, and held in screaming silence Another police force investigation Blatant lies, false fucked suggestions Is it all down to communications? Or does the grass need cutting? Has it changed direction? The chants that only serve to divide The police link with the revenue, the royalties slide Now as poor old joy gardener bites the dust Why should I give a flying fuck? But the lefties scream outside the courts Looking to lay the blame, it's no one's fault They show sincerity, oh how much they care Yeah, in their sick, twisted cause, in their affairs A black boy has just missed his bus A racist attack? Or blood thirsty lust? Again the left jump on the back of this weeks attack And force feed, socialist shit militant crap. They blatantly try and whip up violence. Why don't they keep their arseholes shut? And keep in silent. Another black person has died, that is true But are you surprised? I ain't, because I already knew By promoting political deaths they could not give a fucking toss Sexism reigns in mans green wordl The A.L.F. proves yet again that they won't be told That what they do (or don't) is totally wrong So fuck off you insane cunts, it still remains... Our song! Detention centres for the relentless Approves schools for the fools Abolish the jury, punish the fury But it's our power that you fuel So is it basically blatantly obvious And in fact fucking common sense That when people are forced to live in shit Under your conditions, crime will undoubtedly spread You may be watching every move we make You even convince yourself that you're clever But I'm looking back right into your eyes, so Don't you ever, never ever, think that I might trip or Slip right down your stairs Into your cells, where unaware, you can beat And fuck me senseless, while the world spins Around relentless You may have people on your side that I Consider the lowest form of life But don't you think of what you call respect Even enters into our minds aspect For I'm sick of respect, how bout our causes instead? What made the maddeened go to extreme lengths Who simply couldn't take it Who knew they wouldn't make it Being ground down fine, by those who haven't got the time For they shall punish those who sin Toss the peasants live into the bin Of those who won't beg for their pittance And that still remains our fucking difference Who will not beg to their Jesus, god Christ I've had enough of that Christ I've had enough of this!