MARK REZNIK TAKES 30 GUYS TO BEAT CONTRA/Don’t fuck with us ’cause we’re young and reckless, we’ve got heads full of bad ideas, and strong legs to carry all our burdens and our dreams. When you leave us in the streets we feel at home ’cause we’ve been locked out since before we can remember by the accident of birth…it was no accident. You’ve got your squad of jack-booted thugs to put the meaning in your callous, empty words. You weren’t so tough before the cruisers and the paddy-wagons rolled up on that rainy summer morning three-to-one with hands on sidearms for a bunch of fucking kids. What do we do when they’ve got the guns and the numbers and it seems that all we have left are these plans and ideas that we form in secret to shatter the perfected image they sell? It was no accident….
NAMETAGS & HAIRNETS/Are we getting stronger or becoming unresponsive? Asserting our opinions or are they merely our defenses? Staying up, drinking too much, trying to find the things that matter. Helping friends with half-hearted plans that don’t pan out the morning after– this is our migratory pattern. Night spent snapping the rungs off all their ladders we’re forced to climb during the day. If there’s a way we greet their plans for us with laughter. Hoping to discover something new that might prevent this daily grind from turning fine the sands of time falling against us. Getting by, living lies, is there even any difference? Our skin can’t always be as thick as the sea of bullshit we’ve learned to live with. I’m sick of running from the days. I think I’m running out of ways. I’m sick of running from the days. I’ve got to find another way to make it through another….
