Rock out with your cock out!: Happy Birthday Jello!

My first band assembled during the turbulent early to mid 80s. The country was trying to dig itself out of the hole of despair caused by the Vietnam War, Jimmy Carter, the Cold War, and pretty much EVERYTHING that happened during the 70s. During that time punk rock emerged as an answer to the listless masses dancing to disco and having no opinion about what was going on in the world. So my band was a rock / punk band. One of the bands I personally looked up to was The Dead Kennedys. Out of California and led by Jello Biafra, they managed to put out several albums of socially aware records that really epitomized the punk rock movement. Too many bands felt that all they had to do was sing gruffly, and keep the music relatively simple, just fast, and that made it "punk." That's why punk died. You hear a set of power chords and fast beat and the singer is STILL whining about a girl? No. Sorry. Not punk. Jello never lost sight of his goal, to get his opinions out there to share with the masses who were interested in what he had to say. Today, Jello Biafra turns 52. Happy Berfday, motherfucker!

The Dead Kennedys

Holiday in Cambodia

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KTsXHXMkJA

So you been to school

For a year or two

And you know you've seen it all

In daddy's car

Thinkin' you'll go far

Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz

To parade your snazz

On your five grand stereo

Braggin' that you know

How the niggers feel cold

And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear

Right guard will not help you here

Brace yourself, my dear

It's a holiday in Cambodia

It's tough, kid, but its life

It's a holiday in Cambodia

Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech

You suck like a leach

You want everyone to act like you

Kiss ass while you bitch

So you can get rich

But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder

With a gun in your back

For a bowl of rice a day

Slave for soldiers

'Till you starve

Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one

Now you can go where they get things done

What you need, my son.

Is a holiday in Cambodia

Where people dress in black

A holiday in Cambodia

Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, etc.

And it's a holiday in Cambodia

Where you'll do what you're told

A holiday in Cambodia

Where the slums got so much soul