[powerviolence]

Originally Posted by Oliver

Indeed, Anchor, the personal responsibility is a key to an anarchy system.
Ontologicaly, Anarchy blocks the behavior pushed by the ego.
Two main manifestations of the ego are Power and Property.
The first self-proclaimed anarchyst Pierre-Joseph Proudhon in his groundbreaking work "What is Property?" (1840) answered: Property is Theft!

The System was always trying to show Anarchy as disorder, chaos and violence, which is quite an opposite. Anarchy is a real political danger for the ruling system. Anarchy begins with the unconditional love for others, as equals, and high personal responsibility and conscious, the very essence of the true anarchy, are driven by it.

Love&Respect

Originally Posted by Anchor

Thanks! Its posts like this that make this forum worthwhile for me.

Anarchy has been "programmed" into the masses as dangerous - because it is. Not because of hyper-aggressive behavior by people with no hair, boots and bad singing voices.

True anarchy, requires total responsibility. Total responsibility means its all up to you. You might even get to realize that you are part of creation and a co-creator. OMG! People might realize they are part of God and have freewill and can do as they please.

I can see it now, some elite hidden illuminati debate: You are hereby ordered to go forth and portray all anarchy in the media as violent and mindless thuggery. Here is a billion for the PR - make it happen or we will accuse you of kiddie fiddling (that's how we do it these days) and you'll loose everything. Go on mr pawn shoo, run along, that will be all.

A..

Cheers to you guys and everyone else whos posted!.. I was SHOCKED to say the least, that other people were aware of anarcho punk.. to me it had always been like the best kept secret of the world.. I would see new age people debate and advocate things that sounded like they could've been lifted straight out of any anarchist way of thinking, so I felt compelled to share with the audience of this website because I knew they would appreciate it.

Anarchism is a beautiful philosohopy, any anarchist knows that he/she will never ,ever see anarchism put into function within their lifetime.. but when people speak of a perfect utopian eden in which we're all spiritualy advanced enough to interact without opressive forms of power overseeing us, but rather solely on mutal aid and responsiblity, that is anarchism, whether people realize or not.

It's sad how distorted the image of 'anarchy' and even the beautiful symbol of the circled A have become, the system has done more than enough to corrupt and portray anarchy and anarchists.. Whenever you see anarchist protests(which they show on the media sometimes, albeit portrayed as 'terrorism' 'mindless rioting', etc) just realize those people are fighting for upmost and ultimate FREEDOM, there is no agenda beyond that, no organization, no purpose, just that, FREEDOM and ENLIGHTENMENT, when pushed to the limit, violent encounters between anarchists and riot police do occur.. those people are courageous enough to physically fight the system in riots and protest, often times dying in the process.

Now, how about some song lyrics from anarcho punk bands? hopefully this will help those unfamiliar understand the massive difference between radical music and the illuminati produced garbage you're fed on radio/tv.

Rudimentary Peni - Cosmetic Plague - 1981 - UK
Being honest is no means of survival, avoid your inner-feelings like the plague,
This is what it takes to comply with the images this structure will accomodate,
But things aren't what they seem when they're partially hidden behind walls of pretence built for peace of mind.
The barriers between us are forever maintained by our acceptance of the roles others choose to define.

In a world of competition life's portrayed as a contest where we're forced to live by making gains at others expense,
But no-one's really gaining when perpetual conflict's the result of our relationships based on pretence,
We don't need this cultural cosmetic division it upholds the self-interest on which the system feeds,
A deconditioned consciousness of mutual respect is the only way to cure this cosmetic disease.



Crass - You Pay - 1978
You're paying for prisons.
You're paying for war.
You're paying for lobotomies.
You're paying for law.
You're paying for their order.
You're paying for their murder.
Paying for your ticket
To watch the farce.

Knowing you've made you're contribution
To the systems ****ed solution,
To their political pollution.
No chance of revolution.
No chance of change.
You've got no range.

Don't just take it.
Don't take their ****.
Don't' play their game.
Don't take their blame.
USE YOUR OWN HEAD.
Your turn instead.

It's not apologise. It's not economise.
It's not make do. It's not pull through.
It's not take it. It's not make it.
It's not just you. It's not madmen.
It's not difficult. It's not behave.
It's not, oh well, just this once.
It's ****ing impossible.
It's ****ing unbearable.
It's ****ing stupid.

Crass - Banned From The Roxy - 1978
Banned from the Roxy... O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
They said they only wanted well behaved boys,
Do they think guitars and microphones are just ****ing toys?
**** 'em, I chosen to make my stand,
Against what I feel is wrong with this land.
They just sit there on their overfed arses,
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes.
They keep their ****ing power cause their finger's on the button,
They've got control and won't let it be forgotten.
The truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun,
The proof of that is Belfast and that's no ****ing fun.
Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard,
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence.
Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred
And they've got the ****ing nerve to call it defence.
Seems their defence is just the threat of strength,
Protection for the privileged at any length.
The government protecting their profits from the poor,
The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door.
Afraid that the people may ask for a little more
Than the **** they get. The **** they get.
The **** they get. The **** they get.
The **** they get. The **** they get.
The **** they get. The **** they get.
DEFENCE? ****, IT'S NOTHING LESS THEN WAR
AND NO ONE BUT THE GOVERNMENT KNOWS WHAT THE **** IT'S FOR.

Oh yes they say it's defence, they say it's decency,
Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean?
The same ****ing lies with depressing frequency,
They say "We had to do it to keep our lives clean"
Well whose like? Whose ****ing life?
Who the **** are they talking to?
Whose life? Whose ****ing life?
I tell you one thing, it ain't me and you.
And their system, christ, they're everywhere,
School, army, church, corporation deal.
A ****ed up reality based on fear,
A ****ing conspiracy to stop you feeling real.
Well ain't got me, I'd say their ****ing wrong,
I ain't quite ready with my gun, but I've got my song...
Banned from the Roxy, well O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
GUNS.

Crass - Walls - 1979
...desire, desire, desire, desire,
Desire, desire, desire, desire,
Desire, desire, desire, desire,
Describe, desire, defile, deny.
Defile, desire, deny, desire.
Describe, describe, describe, describe.
No air to breath inside your walls,
Left to dream inside your walls.
Left us in a wilderness,
Well I can make my paradise.
Without your walls I am alive,
No body I, in rank and file.
Girl and boy and man and wife,
Flesh your measure with a smile.
Have and hold and hold and have,
Have and hold and hold and have.
Desire, deny, deny, desire,
Have a child to justify.
Images that you apply,
I won't bow my head in shame.
I won't play the game the same,
Without your walls I am alive.
Without your walls we all survive,
Without your walls no guilt to bear.
Without your love, our love to share,
Without your walls I am alive.
Without your walls I am alive.
Without your walls I am alive.
WITHOUT YOUR WALLS I AM ALIVE...

Crass - You Can Be Who? - 1982
Don't want a life of lies and pretence
Don't want to play at attack and defense
Just want my own life. I want to be free
So you can be you, and I can be me.

Respectable businessman smart and secure
Eat the fat of the land that they robbed from the poor
The butcher is smiling as he brings down the knife
As he cuts up the meat, he thinks of the wife
As eminent psychiatrists suffer paranoid fits
The ones they call mad have to pick up the bits
The preachers speaks calmly, says it's love that we lack
While his imaginary dagger is held at our back

Don't want a life of lies and pretence
Don't want to play at attack and defense
Just want my own life. I want to be free
So you can be you, and I can be me.

In bed you're the master or mistress, who cares?
Abusing each other as your work off your fears
Go climb a mountain, go **** a scout
Avoidance of self is what it's about
Pretence and illusion to avoid who you are
Don't work on yourself, just polish the car
Switch on the telly afraid you might find
That as well as a body you've also a mind
Cheap glossy surface to cover the lie
Cheap easy answers to the what, where and why
Media drivel, yet you still watch the screen
Life ain't for real, it's a magazine
Conned from the start but hang onto the lies
You're a slave to the cathode ray paradise
You don't want the world, you just want the pics
Media junkies, you'd die for a fix

Don't want a life of lies and pretence
Don't want to play at attack and defense
Just want my own life. I want to be free
So you can be you, and I can be me.

So you say you'll regret it, well that's maybe a start
But it's so ****ing easy to act out a part
Say you'll reject it, but still toe the line
Conning yourself that you're doing just fine
Anarchy, freedom, more games to play?
Fight war, not wars? Well it's something to say
Slogans and badges worn without thought
Instant identities so cheaply bought
Well freedom ain't product, it just isn't fun
You're looking for peace your work's just begun
Fighting oppression, aggression and hate
Fighting warmongers before it's too late
We've got to fight back to show that we care
For so many years we've been silenced by fear
Our lives have been ruined by liars and fools
The powerful and greedy who bind us with rules
Politicians and preachers who bind us with laws
Stolen our peace and given us wars
They've used us as means to their own violent ends
Turned us against each other, made foes out of friends
They've distorted, perverted, polluted our lives
They've brainwashed the world with their sordid beliefs
They seek to possess, control and corrupt
If it's freedom we're after, they've got to be stopped.

Crass - I Know There Is Love - 1982
Do you think I was born on this wretched earth for you to govern and kill?
In your stinking factories and offices with your stupid systems and skills.
Do you think I've got nothing better to do than to grovel in the **** and the ****,
Asking for the bread and home that's mine and waiting for a pat on the back?
You think I've got nothing better to do than to live in the lie that you give?
Learn the sweet morals, the lessons, the games and praise god for the fact that I live?

You took me and made me a MAN
By making me strong, the power of this land.
You took a woman and taught her she's less,
A slave to the strong no more than a guest.
You taught me to love, find a mate and to take
A woman to serve but your love is just rape.
You leave me my children to hold and distort,
To bind with your rules of normality till caught.
I give them the food that you sell in the shops,
I'm told is has goodness when it's only the slops.
You've taken my health with your ****ty benevolence,
You've take my dignity with your dole queue dependence.
You taught me to steal when I wanted to share,
To take for myself and not even care.
You've stifled my vision with oppressive authority,
The dreams and the hopes nearly fade to strangle me.
You gave me confusion until I had learnt
To obey all the orders and never get burnt.
I shout in the streets and you take my voice,
This sham of democracy leaves no choice.
You've taken my eyes till there's nothing to see
Except abuse and destruction, no chance to be free.
You've taken my thinking, my means of survival,
Thrust in my hand your gun and your bible.
You told me to kill for the lord up above,
You've given me hate when I KNOW THERE IS LOVE.
You told me to kill for the lord up above,
You've given me hate when I KNOW THERE IS LOVE.

Subhumans - Big Brother - 1982
Here we are in a new age
Wishing we were dead
There's a TV in my front room
And it's screwing up my head
There's a scanner in the toilet
To watch you take a bath
And there's a picture of Hiroshima
To make sure you never laugh

And somebody told me
"Big Brother's watching you"
And somebody else said
"You know it's not true"
Who do you believe?
Well the police have all gone crazy
You never had it so bad
They take away the dignity
That you never really had
They know all about you
They even know what you drink
And if they thought you were worth it
They could sus out what you think
And think your crazy

Well they asked me how to prove it
And there was nothing I could say
I said "Watch out for Big Brother"
And then they put me away
They said I was paranoid
Because I wrote this song
But they didn't need to read it
Because they knew it all along

Subhumans - From Cradle To The Grave - 1984
Well they took you from your mother's womb and put you in a school
Told you how to run your life by following the rules
Told you not to pick your nose or disrespect the queen
Scrub your teeth three times a day keep mind and body clean
Save up all your pocket money, nothing is for free
And you'd better trust your parents cos there's no one else you see
And then they send you off each day remember what you're told
"You may think you don't need teaching but you'll need it when you're old"

And if you're too intelligent they'll cut you down to size
They'll praise you til you're happy then they'll fill you full of lies
Cos intelligence is threatening and genius is sin
If you could ever see through them they know they'd never win

So they channel your ability into the right direction
If you're good enough and rich enough you can be a politician
On the other hand if your too thick they'll tell you that you're lazy
They'll put you down and wind you up until it drives you crazy

They'll say you ought to learn a trade to help you in your life
Success is written in three parts: A job, a house, a wife
They'll say that school prepares you for the awesome world outside
Well it certainly gives you bigotry and patriotic pride

Racism, sexism teacher to class
From school to work remains the sameare you white and middle class?

You'll learn that bad men dress in black and good men dress in white
And the pamphlets in the playground say that's right
And that girls were made for housework and boys were made to fight
And the naughty pictures on page 3 make everything alright

And so from school to the outside world these morals you will take
And unless you can reject them you'll have your mind at stake

They'll give you a decision when you get to 18, too
The right to vote for someone else who says he cares for you
But the only thing he cares about is getting to the top
By conning you with empty words that promise you a lot
But the end result is slavery to a false set of ideals
You'll be tempted to believe them cos they'll seem so very real
The slavery of attitudes that make you keep in line
Subconsciously devoted to the morals of our time

And when you end up on the dole which you very likely will
They'll offer you a brand new trade: Learning how to kill

Why don't you join the army? Be a man and not a fool
There's someone else to think for you just like there was at school

They'll promise you absolution from the murders you'll commit
In the name of god and country they can get away with it
They fill you full of orders and promise you rewards
Like busting up your family by sending you abroad
A holiday in Germany or Iceland or Hong Kong
Making money being useless well it seems it can't go wrong
But then it's off to Northern Ireland where you'll practice what they preached
You'll shoot to keep yourself alive and kill to keep the peace
And then it won't be so much fun as you hear the wounded crying
Cos before they couldn't speak english and you didn't know what they were saying
But when the children call you "*******" it will make you think again
When you cannot tell the difference between animals and men

Animals don't wear uniforms but they kill as much as you
But the army kills for money and animals kill for food
It's the basest degredation in the name of what is right
Become something you never were and regret it til you die

Cos your father will tell you "Sonny, you must do as you are told"
And you'll say the same thing to your kids when you're 32 years old
And unless you can react against the brainwash from the start
Your government will rule your mind and your mind will rule your heart
You'll conform to every social law and be the system's slave
From birth to school to work to death, from the cradle to the grave.....

Well, this was just a glimpse of what basically was the first generation of anarcho punk, the stuff that inspired people all around the world to express radical feelings and start up their own local scenes, it's easy to imagine the massive amount of stuff that has been written in the past 30 years in all different places, the genre has evolved and improved, but we can see right from the very beginning they were doing something that was way ahead of their time, nobody else in the 70s or 80s were doing the type of stuff that they did, not even close...