In a democracy
Or a regime of any type
The people who do not have a right to know
They have a right to be ignorant
Knowledge only means complicity
And guilt
Ignorance
Has a certain dignity
You just don't
Give people what they want

It's not good for them
It's not good for them
It's not good for them
You don't just give people what they want
It's not good for them

Do you give whiskey to an alcoholic
If people don't know what you're doing
If people don't know what you're doing
Then they don't know what you're doing wrong

To have faith is to trust yourself to the water
When you swim you don't grab
You don't have to hold the water
You don't have to hold the water
Because if you do

You will sink and drown
You will sink and drown,
Love, love, love, you just got to love my girl!

It's not good for them
It's not good for them
It's not good for them
You don't just give people what they want
It's not good for them


IT'S NOT GOOD FOR THEM

Psychological operations techniques used by military and police forces to influence a target audience's emotions, motives, objective reasoning, and behaviour.
Target audiences can be governments, organizations, groups, or individuals, and are used in order to induce or reinforce attitudes and behaviours favourable to the originator's objectives.
They are sometimes combined with black operations or false flag tactics.
This concept has been used by military institutions throughout history, but it is only since the 20th century that it has been accorded the organizational and professional status it enjoys now.
But what are psyops?


PSYOPS

John has a long Moustache -repeat - John has a long Moustache
It is all a bunch of waffle, Lake Eildon cods wallop, coded messages of tripe a useless effort aimed to achieve pointless dribble, my computers are bugged, waiting in my room, for another mission, man across the road putting out the bins. paranoid delusions spoil the night, fat residues from my grill can be soaked up with stale bread and eaten by hungry boys’ with liberal amounts of salt - drinking blood juice baby monsters. Mailing turds half the way around the world, across the neighbourhood, who stopped you then? Men hiding behind obscene facial hair. 
Machiavellian symbols of power and government rorts corporate junkets and endless hot lunches, armies of civilians fighting to make a measly quid reaching for the top of the heap, see the rats run and watch them breed, and you sir go and stick a frozen sausage in your gums and give it to your grandmother for breakfast with baked beans on toast, don't tell me about being fair dinkum, they will lay the boots in even harder and laugh when they shove your face in the gutter, I fell over the other day and hit my head. The doctor thinks I am on the right track and have the upper hand. I've never heard such bollocks in my life. The nursing homes, hostels, brothels. hospices, palliative care centres, rehab joints, psych units, mental homes, hotels, motels, detention centres, jails, churches, banks and business dwellings and homes across Australia rejoice the shit storm is here now. Bend over. Duck and cover. Duck and cover. Low level air bursts, ground bursts, delay, seismic disturbance, tidal waves, fireballs, shrapnel spray, blown away. Mushroom clouds sing out load we are all Enola gay and proud; can you find my shroud. Fat burgers, Chicken skin, dripping oil charcoaled things, pissing fountains air force mountain Jimmy doesn't like prawns’ and Colonel Troutman.


THE MACHIAVELLI TURD

Rise up
All
Tell the man his actions dirty politics
Go and get STUFFED!

You look so clever standing preaching teaching and disarm
Smiles compels the crowd
To think for a while
As words distort their minds

The crowd gathers energy
Turning inside out
The crowd gathers energy
Turning inside out

What you say makes a lot of sense
Nevertheless, that stranglehold keeps you all in sweet suspense


Fuel the fire with your cat shit soul
Look out the restless dragon's at your inner child
Who we gonna get now

The crowd gathers energy
And you think for a while
As the word distorts your mind

The crowd gathers energy
All the kids are starting to
The little faces turning blue

Sweeping old corridors walk on by
Sweeping old corridors walk on by
Drift on by 50 years no time at all
Weeds still grow
Don't spell neglect
Cleanse the filth we just don't breath
The crowd gathers energy
Turning inside out
Hell bent hacks and riflemen have nothing to do
Desperate families can't afford shoes
I'm so sick of the lying news
My brain is bruised and fish and still hope
Memory fogged out
Lessons all too real
Looking back a fantasy so surreal
A face I know all too well


RISE UP

VOLTAGE AND VENOM (INSTRUMENTAL)

Anarchy on the streets!
Youth crime wave,
Tough luck,
Take your medicine boy,
Right? Yeah right!

Unwaxed, Unvaxed
Stacks, pile on in packs
Stacks it just stacks
and Stacks
Pile on in packs

Dream of Utopia
Illusions of the inteligencia
Your mommy's voice, screams out!
In the morass of Zootopia

Unwaxed, Unvaxed
Stacks, pile on in packs
Stacks it just stacks
and Stacks
Pile on in packs

Busted, snapped,
Break the hyperbole technique
Break the rhetorical device


STACKS

Space Monkey waiting to come inside the house. Waiting on the front porch. Day in. Day out!

SPACE MONKEY

This song is in honor of my hero, Carlos Muñoz Ferrada (1909-2001). He was a Chilean astronomer who already spoke of the planet Hercolubus (Planet X) in 1940. Here is some information on Carlos Muñoz Ferrada research.

You have to know scientists who talk about the planet Hercolubus (Planet X) or Red Planet. The first of these was the Chilean astronomer Carlos Muñoz Ferrada. This astronomer started talking about the planet Hercolubus in 1940, that is to say, 43 years before the famous article on Planet X, which appeared in the American newspaper The Washington Post in 1983. It is very remarkable that Carlos Muñoz Ferrada speaks of a gigantic Planet-Comet, planet because it has the mass of a planet and comet because it has the elliptical orbit of a comet. You remember the Mayan prophecies, according to Fernando Malkún, the sixth Mayan prophecy tells us about the arrival of a comet which will endanger the very existence of man.

I made a French adaptation of a text from the magazine "El Áureo Florecer" (in French La Fleuraison d'Or), number 15, entitled Monographic on Hercolubus: The planet intrudes. I put my personal opinions in square brackets.

The first news of the approach of a planet intruding into our solar system comes from the self-taught Chilean astronomer Carlos Muñoz Ferrada (who died in October 2001, aged 92). On June 11, 1940 he announced to the world the existence of this planet which he called "Planet-Comet", because it has the mass of a planet with the orbit of a comet.

Carlos Muñoz Ferrada in his observatory of Villa Alemana.

Mr. Carlos Muñoz Ferrada said the following about this "Planet-Comet":

1. It has an elliptical orbit like a comet and a large mass like a planet, that is to say a planet with a tail.

2. It approaches Earth charged with cosmic energy.

3. Does not respect established celestial laws.

4. It travels between our Sun and a Black Sun located 32 billion km away.

5. It will pass 14 million kilometers from Earth.

6. It will eventually enter our solar system and we will be able to see it with the naked eye and photograph it.

7. His arrival will bring about geophysical and human change, which will bring change and destruction.

NEMESIS - (Carlos Muñoz Ferrada)

Black candles burn but give no light
A thousand echoes through the night
Every step is a slow descent
Every prayer is a curse I sent
No salvation no release
Only shadows never peace
No salvation no release
Only shadows never peace
Every fear becomes a flame
Every shadow knows my name
In dreams I wander
Lost between the seams
Where night devours
The substance of my dreams
Where night devours
The substance of my dreams
Oh my dreams!
Oh my dreams!
No salvation no release
Only shadows never peace
No salvation no release
Only shadows never peace


NEVER PEACE

A swamp of dreams, the hills on fire
The mountain breathes your strange desire
A swamp of dreams, the hills on fire
The mountain breathes your strange desire

The ocean's getting closer
Its mouth a silver door
Flood me in and dream with me once more

As waves that hurry to the waiting sand,
So minutes rush to meet their final close;
Each follows fast the next at time’s command,
A ceaseless stream where all existence flows.

The ocean's getting closer
Its mouth a silver door
Flood me in and dream with me once more

The present yields its place to what is near,
No pause is granted, nothing lingers here,
The present yields its place to what is near,
No pause is granted, nothing lingers here,

The ocean's getting closer
Its mouth a silver door
Flood me in and dream with me once more.


FLOOD

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