Crass: The Feeding of the Five Thousand [1978]

Track List:
01- Asylum 02- Do They Owe Us a Living? 03- End Result 04- They've Got A Bomb 05- Punk Is Dead 06- Reject of Society 07- General Bacardi 08- Banned from the Roxy 09- G's Song 10- Fight War, Not Wars 11- Women 12- Securicor 13- Sucks 14- You Pay 15- Angels 16- What a Shame 17- So What 18- Well...Do They

Banda fundada en Inglaterra en 1977 con base en la 'Dial House', resulta una banda comprometida con el ideal anarquista; contrario a la concepción de que el anarquismo es caos (imagen que vino a reforzar erroneamente The Sex Pistols, pues estos últimos en realidad son un tipo de nihilismo), ya que el grupo se comprometió con movimientos de tipo anti-guerra, feministas, anti-consumismo, derechos de los animales, anti-globalización, anti-racismo, ambientalistas... Además las caratulas de sus albumes son altamente artísticas; con collages sumamente elaborados.

[i am a product]
pass: nova-express

Punk Is Dead
Yes that's right, punk is dead,
It's just another cheap product for the consumers head.
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors,
Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters.
CBS promote the Clash,
But it ain't for revolution, it's just for cash.
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
And it ain't got a thing to do with you or me.

Movements are systems and systems kill.
Movements are expressions of the public will.
Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost,
But the leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost.
Punk narcissism was social napalm,
Steve Jones started doing real harm.
Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
As he sucked from the system that had given him his name.

Well I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass,
Tired of staring up a superstars arse,
I've got an arse and crap and a name,
I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame.
Steve Jones you're napalm,
If you're so pretty (vacant) why do you swarm?
Patti Smith you're napalm,
You write with your hand but it's Rimbaud's arm.

And me, yes I, do I want to burn?
Is there something I can learn?
Do I need a business man to promote my angle?
Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle?
I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear,
The social elite with safety-pins in their ear,
I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing,
The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting.

PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.
PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.
PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.