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Album: Miscellaneous (1994)
Artists: Propaghandi

  1. A People's History Of The World
  2. Albright Monument, Bagdhad
  3. Anchorless
  4. And We Thought That Nation-States Were A Bad Idea
  5. Anti-Manifesto
  6. Apparently, I'm A "P.C. Fascist" (Because I Care About Both Human And Non-Human Animals)
  7. Back To The Motor League
  8. Bullshit Politicians
  9. Death Of Manolete *
  10. Ego Fum Papa (I Am The Pope)
  11. Fuck The Border
  12. Gifts
  13. Hate, Myth, Muscle, Etiquette
  14. Head, Chest Or Foot?
  15. I Was A Pre-Teen McCarthyist
  16. Ladies' Nite In Loserville
  17. Less Talk, More Rock
  18. March Of The Crabs
  19. Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An
  20. Middle Finger Response
  21. Nailing Descartes To The Wall/(Liquid) Meat Is Still Murder
  22. Natural Disasters
  23. New Homes For Idle Hands
  24. Ordinary People Do Fucked-up Things When Fucked-up Things Become Ordinary
  25. Pigs Will Pay
  26. Public Dis-Service Announcement From Shell
  27. Purina Hall Of Fame
  28. Refusing To Be A Man
  29. Resisting Tyrannical Government
  30. Rio De San Atlanta, Manitoba
  31. Showdown (G.E./P.)
  32. Ska Sucks
  33. Stick The Fucking Flag Up Your Goddamn Ass, You Sonofabitch
  34. The Only Good Fascist Is A Very Dead Fascist
  35. The State Lottery
  36. Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes
  37. With Friends Like These, Who The Fuck Needs Cointelpro?


Propaghandi
Miscellaneous
Gifts
Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands, staring at the window as the sunlight demands action. All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds. Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall, spent half the span of some lost culture's rise and fall, but I'm as clueless as a drooling four year old. Still hoping I might find the capacity to let you know I know you're lonely. So here's the last call for regrets, a final slow dance through the days that we all hold on to. Here's the promises I've made, tied too tight to undo. An unwrapped gift from me to you. All the slightly insane on the 18 North Main, reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain, nothing I could say could be worth saying anyway today. Like "Hey, whatever happened to what's that guys' name?", we get a little older and it looks the same: askance. Excuse my failing sense of humour. Here's the promises I've made; a razor blade and this broken piece of chain. A history left to rust out in the rain.
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