The Activist Lyrics – Marc Ribot’s Ceramic Dog
Singer: Marc Ribot’s Ceramic Dog
Title: The Activist
I don’t accept any aspect of capitalist society
I refuse
I resist
I don’t recognize the banks, the military
Or the legitimacy of the state
I don’t accept my gender, your gender
Offenders, fenders, string benders or money lenders
I reject all race constructions of color, horse, human or rat
I don’t accept the choices on offer at the supermarket
The bodegas, trader joe’s, wal mart
Or any so-called alternatives thereof
I don’t accept my shoes
I don’t accept my age, my hair, my weight, my breath, my face
I don’t accept my language, my religion, or my death
I vote no
I break consensus
I refuse
I resist
I don’t accept the lesser of two evils, or the greater evil
Or the greater good, or the lesser good
Or the greater lessons from the evil good
Good, evil, live, dog, god
Anagram, anaheim, heimlich maneuver
Spam arrest, cardiac, mammogram, anodyne
Or any other possibilities or impossibilities
Hereunder, hereafter, whatever, wherev
Wherefore, where unto, unto which
Therefor, herefor, for here, two-eared dog face
Etcetera
And i put this in the form of a proposal to the committee
Why and wherefore, how to, whereas i motion, object
Veto this table and table this emoticon
Other items i do not accept include but are not limited to
Shoehorns, sperm, razors, and giraffes
I don’t accept sidewalks
I walk on my hands in heavy traffic
And even that is a compromise
I don’t accept gravity or teeth
I don’t accept you
Or what the mainstream media refers to
As your cute little, and i quote, “doggy”
And furthermore, i don’t accept donald trump
No, i don’t mean his politics
I mean his eyebrow, his kidneys, one of his earlobes
His birthday party, his alphabet
The god who created him, the world he farts in
Or any other worlds that happen to be in the vicinity
It’s all been polluted, disgusted, erupted, disfigured
Dismembered, forgotten, encrusted, interpopulated
Miscegenated, impregnated, bifurcated, frustrated
Menstruated, lacerated, and macerated
And that’s not all
It’s also been m#st#rb#t#d, persecuted, evoluted, disfruited
Frutti tutti’d, hifalutin’, digested, invested, protested
And registered into the flat-chested west chester best western
Festering pest of a percolating meat collector
I refuse, i resist
I wash my fecal mouth with soap
I inject fentanyl into my eyelids
I pluck my balls out with a {?} chopstick
And i demand the immediate resolution of all contingencies
I don’t accept jesus, jehovah, allah, satan, or my mother’s cunt
I spit it all out — ptooie!
Toi toi toi, caw caw caw, oi oi oi
I refuse, i resist
I refuse, i resist
I refuse, i resist
I refuse, i resist
I don’t accept e-flat minor, trichords, major thirds, perfect fifths
Or any note above the bar line
I don’t accept box ears, hook noses, split lips, black eyes
Or any features below the hairline
I don’t accept hooks, lines, sinkers, or crabs
On either side of the water line
I’ve had it, i’m done, i’m finished
I’m going on strike
I’m going on strike
From this time backwards, we’ll agree to a common language
On condition that the word “no” is excluded from your vocabulary
Absolutely and permanently, without exception or absolution
“yes,” you can say
“yes, yes, yes”
You can also say, “affirmative,” or, “jawohl”
“yes sir,” or, “ooh la la”
And whereupon, furthermore
As specified in the articles of submission
Section two, letter b, clause five, subsection e
I will sh#t in my pants whenever and wherever i want
And when i am tired
Or for any other reason unable, unwilling or disinclined to walk
You will carry me wherever i need to go
You will push me on swings, and you will like it
You will sing me to sleep until you puke
And read me stories until your eyes deflate
You of all people will sign your name on the dotted line
Or i will have you fed to invertebrates
And when i am sick, i will vomit
And when i am sad, i will laugh
And when i’m fat, i’ll roll down any hill i want
Rolly, rolly, rolly, rolly, all the live long day
In the twilight’s last gleaming
’round midnight and in the blue of noon
I will force myself on a calculator
I will sweat into my personal incubator
Until, on the command of three…
The red spotlight explodes
And i crawl back up the hole from whence i came
To be or not to be sustained forever and ever
Floating in a sac of amnio-paradise
Hooked up and booked up
Until the worms that buried the pyramids all crawl home
And the radiant pharmacologists return to bury their parasites
Oh, attitude
Oh, decrepitude
Oh, sisters of the heavenly mantra
Call me back into the void
Call me back from this shitty clapper
Call me out of this body, this city
This endless performance of aching plaster
Oh, numb nurse mother, turn off my drip
I won’t refuse, i can’t resist
Another world possible, only not for us
Arise, ye prisoners, but not tonight
Let’s do the twist like we did last year
Let’s do the twist like we did last year
Let’s do the twist like we did last year
Only not for us, and not tonight
And certainly not here
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