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activist music crass

Crass is a fascinating band for many reasons let me present that iconic band and I would let you do some research yourself after because it will take you quite some time to appreciate all the aspects of this Punk collective. I decided to write about Crass in multiple parts because i believe they deserve that kind of attention of any music and activist lovers. I know i am fascinated about Crass because of their unique way to live the way they preach. It is impossible to not admire musicians who never sold out. It is impossible to not admire musicians that always stayed true to themselves, did everything in the name of ART and originality. Musicians who lived together freely without any leader and were able to organize multiple creative projects. They are truly intelligent people individually, they always acted upon their faith, bought a domain and created a community that still exist. Living from the organic vegetables they are growing for example. They also refused to be leaders and have followers, as you can see in their songs and how fast they stopped the band when followers were asking them to lead and tell them what to do. Impossible to not admire how they were the only band who was a real menace to the status quo, not the clash or the sex pistols!

No compromise

First let’s start with the music, As much I admire Crass I may say that it is not a very easy music to listen. No virtuoso in this band. This is Punk music mixed with avant-garde concepts. No many catchy songs but some pure energy without compromise and lyrics that keep resonating until now.

Crass live
Crass band live

anarchist-pacifist

Fight War not wars, In crass songs you will often hear about this pacific Anarchy concept that is very popular now since the libertarians and a big part of alternative medias are embracing the concepts of freedom and peace.

I think one of the best song is definitely it’s the greatest working class Rip-off, this song is still pretty accurate now and you can see that Crass were very good at analyzing how the things are really working in this world.


Ain’t it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain’t it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain’t it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi

Another threatening glance, another macho stance,
Another aggressive fist, another arsehole pissed,
Another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained sweat,
Another bottle waved in the air, another battle with tension and fear.

Ain’t it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain’t it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain’t it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi

Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain’t there nothing better to give?
Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really live?
You tell me you’re a working class loser, well what the fuck does that mean?
Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only action you’ve seen?
Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we’ve seen it all before,
Muscles all akimbo as they boot down another door.
Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another head,
When you’re just a pathetic victim of the media you’ve been fed.
You’re lost in your own self pity, you’ve bought the system’s lie,
They box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots they tie.
Okay, so you’re right about one thing, no-one’s got the right to shit on you,
But what’s the point of shitting on yourself, what’s that gonna do?
Working class hero beats up middle class twit,
Media labels, system’s shit.
When it looks like the people could score a win,
The system makes sure that the boot goes in.

Yeah it’s the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Just another fucking rip off, a fucking media ploy
It’s the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain’t it just a rip off, ain’t it just a rip off, ain’t it just a rip off, oi

Punk attacked the barriers of colour, class and creed,
But look at how it is right now, do you really think you’re freed?
Punk once stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate,
Punk’s got nothing to do with what you’re trying to create.
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You mindless fucking jerks!
Can’t you see you’re talking about the way the system works?
Throughout our bloody history force has been the game,
The message that you offer is just the fucking same.
You’re puppets to the system with your mindless violent stance,
That’s right you fuckers, sneer at us cos we say “Give peace a chance”
Punk is dead you wankers, cos you killed it through and through,
In your violent world of chaos, what you gonna do?
Is Top of the Pops the way in which you show how much you care?
You take off now to the U.S.A. and spread your message there?
Well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing,
The only thing that’ll ever change will be the song you sing,
Cos when you’ve bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury penthouse flat
You’ll be looking down your nose and saying “Punk, dear chap, what’s that?”
You’ll be the working class hero with your middle class dream,
And the world will be the same as the world has always been.
Punk’s the people’s music so you can stuff your ideas of class,
That’s just the way the system keep you sitting on your arse.
Class, class, class, that’s all you fucking hear,
Middle class, working class, I don’t fucking care.

It’s the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi
It’s the greatest human sell off, oi, oi, oi
Ain’t it just a rip off, ain’t it just a rip off, ain’t it just a rip off, oi

Punk’s the peoples music and I don’t care where they’re from,
Black or white, punk or skin, there ain’t no right or wrong!
We’re all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good.
You can stuff your false divisions cos together I know we could.

Beat the system, beat its rule
Ain’t got no class, I ain’t a fool
Beat the system, beat its law
Ain’t got no religion cos I know there’s more
Beat the system, beat its game
Ain’t got no colour, we’re all the same
People, people, not colour, class or creed
Don’t destroy the people, destroy their power and their greed.

Big A Little a – the masterpiece

Big A, little a is surely the masterpiece of the masterpiece those lyrics are pure

Big A Little a
Big A, little A, bouncing B
The system might have got you but it won’t get me

1 – 2 – 3 – 4

External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they’ll let you?
They’re out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you

Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord God, can you hear?
Hellfire and damnation’s what I’ve got for you down there
On earth I have ambassadors, archbishop, vicar, pope
We’ll blind you with morality, you’d best abandon any hope,
We’re telling you you’d better pray cos you were born in sin
Right from the start we’ll build a cell and then we’ll lock you in
We sit in holy judgement condemning those that stray
We offer our forgiveness, but first we’ll make you pay

External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they’ll let you?
They’re out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you

Hello, hello, hello, now here’s a massage from your queen
As figurehead of the status quo I set the social scene
I’m most concerned about my people, I want to give them peace
So I’m making sure they stay in line with my army and police
My prisons and my mental homes have ever open doors
For those amongst my subjects who dare to ask for more
Unruliness and disrespect are things I can’t allow
So I’ll see the peasants grovel if they refuse to bow

External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they’ll let you?
They’re out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you

Introducing the Prime Sinister, she’s a mother to us all
Like the dutch boy’s finger in the dyke her arse is in the wall
Holding back the future waiting for the seas to part
If Moses did it with is faith, she’ll do it with an army
Who at times of threatened crisis are certain to be there
Guarding national heritage no matter what or where
Palaces for kings and queens, mansions for the rich
Protection for the wealthy, defence of privilege
They’ve learnt the ropes In Ireland, engaged in civil war
Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle against the poor
So Ireland’s just an island? It’s an island of the mind
Great Britain? Future? Bollocks, you’d better look behind
Round every other corner stands P.C. 1984
Guardian of the future, he’ll implement the law
He’s there as a grim reminder that no matter what you do
Big brothers system’s always there with his beady eyes on you
From God to local bobby, in home and street and school
They’ve got your name and number while you’ve just got their rule
We’ve got to look for methods to undermine those powers
It’s time to change the tables. The future must be ours

Big A, little A, bouncing B
The system might have got you but it won’t get me

Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
I am he and she is she but you’re the only you
No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see
It’s up to you to change your life and my life’s up to me
The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make
The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take
If you don’t like the life you live, change it now it’s yours
Nothing has effects if you don’t recognise the cause
If the programme’s not the one you want, get up, turn off the set
It’s only you that can decide what life you’re gonna get
If you don’t like religion you can be the antichrist
If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist
But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple
And you’ll never change the system by bombing number ten
Systems just aren’t made of bricks they’re mostly made of people
You may send them into hiding, but they’ll be back again
If you don’t like the rules they make, refuse to play their game
If you don’t want to be a number, don’t give them your name
If you don’t want to be caught out, refuse to hear their question
Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection
They’ll try to make you play their game, refuse to show your face
If you don’t want to be beaten down, refuse to join their race
Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
I am he and she is she but you’re they only you


brilliant isnt’ it ?

more coming tomorrow 🙂 stay tuned !

 

Crass : there is no authority but yourself
Crass : there is no authority but yourself

 

 

Peace.

 

 

 

 

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