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Western Sydney: July '07. 4 Telstra towers and a sub-station down. John Robert Patterson you're a dead-set legend. I still can't believe tanks are just lying around.
A 90 minute low speed chase, those coppers couldn't do shit; lights flashing in the dimly lit streets of 6 suburbs 'till it stalled and they grabbed him.
When civilisation's rotting your brain, letters to council won't do you any good. Steal your bosses army tank. There goes the neighbourhood.
The tank's owner said "he had no beef with us. Its just the tool he needed for the job." But they pepper sprayed him, refused him bail, called him crazy and that's all there is to it.
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Burnt Cornea
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Griptape in Ya Face
03:50
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Madam Gecko's Tree
03:13
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There's one way to do this; a media fight, don't think about new tactics, we know what we're doing. Need a cask-wine lock on if we're gonna do it right. Need an endless supply of booze and a place above the women. Sounds weird from someone in a band full of dudes, but I never really got along all that well with guys. Looking back even the penis wielding friends (if we invoke gender binaries) were women in a surface level disguise.
This alpha-male club, this testosterone club, it puts me immediately on guard. I feel intimidated and unwelcome and I just can't relate, and hence haven't put in the hard yards.
Gotta break this chain of environmental destruction
Can't call it a forest if you only save one tree
But we got no time for the heroes and the action men
can't save the world if a forest's all you see
Man bravado, you're the leader of the pack
if a fight's worth having its worth having properly
But they still rape the earth while you pat yourself on the back
don't build your tree sit pedestal just to look down on me
'cause this liberation's at the expense of liberation. You've climbed the rigging so high your mind's vacant. I can't not care about the ancients getting taken but you blow back out of town leaving mouths full of bad tastes, and failing to see that your failure is a failure to support so many who'd be you allies, if just once you stopped and thought that in "us against them," "them isn't every unfamiliar face. I'd be way more familiar if your self-centredness wasn't so disgraceful.
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Space Invaders
01:29
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We had these struggles of space where politics was about the streets, (not just in them.) These great RTS parties, trying to take back something of the world from corporate ownership, from the rich.
Our front lines now about just how writing tunes becomes a fight, the politics of space obvious in our own homes in daylight.
Cops at the door, 2pm. Practice spaces disappearing; a reminder of the rad graffiti on the closed down club: "quiet, there's rich people sleeping."
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