Spew your guts up​/​Social death squad split tape

by Social Death Squad

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released 15 October 2011
SDS recorded by Sam Harrison, SYGU by Billie Burke. Artwork/screen printing by Joey Gracia.

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Track Name: Burnt cornea
I had lasers poked in my eyes, came out feeling lobotomised, couldn't make sense of what anyone said, had 2 Tamazapam, went to bed. Best thing I've ever done.
Track Name: Roadmaps to genocide
I was in Wellington as the bypass went through. 60seconds of road, protest doomed to failure from the start. Nothing displaced except some scumbags and old buildings, some broke-arses and their connections to the past. What the fuck do those memories matter anyway, right?
I was on the way out through Granton, and on over a pile of dirt. I wished the traffic would ease, better planning, better bridge. But this stretch of old rocks, its heritage listed, built by convicts. State protection a denial of the needs that've come since. Artifacts of a civilisation so young it hasn't found itself yet.
I was on the way up to Launy over the broken causeway at Bridgewater, through roadworks that stretch out for K's. There's a bridge built here too, now, 10 seconds of tar and stone digging up the evidence of 42 thousand years of continuous occupation, despite what anyone has to say about it.
There's a culture of racism so entrenched that this doesn't even register on a national scale. Can't communicate with those who believe that everything in this world is up for sale. The government can't seem to figure out why land either side is rejected. I guess this nation-state is as fucked as we all suspected.
Track Name: Sick of Damaging Scenes
The discussion over whether business has a place in punk rock is a discussion best had in a room chock-a-block with would-be profiteers, all ready to have a say, and a late coming intruder with an AK.
We'll kill your punk rock nightclub vibe we're not in your cool boys club. We don't get shout-outs on your Taspunk Facebook, 'cause we're the social death squad.
I guess we won't be invited to your party, that discussion's been had. Because your nightclub is a party, and to social scenes, we're death. We're not around to please the kids, see, or write slogans to be ignored. If we wanted this to be palatable to the masses, we'd write done wrong songs about girls.