Anarchophy

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When I was 12 I was angry and bored 
Found music by Green Day and Faith No More 
It was different than other stuff hitherto heard 
But the difference could not yet be put into words 
Skip forward a year, 1995 
A new album by Green Day comes into my life 
I'm told "this is punk" and I dye my hair green 
As I fumble my way into this revivified scene 
Believe it or not it was on MTV 
That I first saw a band called Dead Kennedys 
Jello sang "Life Sentence" and my mind was blown 
On Alternative Nation these first seeds were sown 
I headed to Tempest and purchased a tape
Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death my catalyst of fate 
At first listen I wanted to take the thing back! 
Not as tuneful as Green Day, I thought it was crap! 
But the guy back at Tempest flat out said "no" 
Said to "give it a chance", said "let the sound grow" 
And I already knew that the bastard was right 
I'd been humming California Uber Alles all fucking night! 
And the noise soon endeared the more that I'd hear 
Graduating from Green Day I developed an ear 
But the more that I listened the more questions I had
Who were Reagan and Thatcher? Were they really this bad? 
I caught up with the 80s in protest and rage 
Ignorant to the incidents on which lyrics were based 
Time to pick up a paper and read a few books 
Look deep into places I had not before looked 
The Cold War, The Contras, Zinn, Pilger and Chomsky 
My political awakening soundtracked by fast punk beats 

Freedom of style 
Freedom of thought 
Anarchist philosophies go from is to ought 
This is the world 
It ought not to be 
A better way is possible 
You're not gonna stop me 

Caught up to the 90s, new faces same villains 
New modern excuses for old imperialist killings 
It started with Dead Kennedys, it still hasn't ended 
Music and politics will forever be blended 
The reading went on, from Sixth Form to Uni 
I studied Politics alongside Philosophy 
I now knew the players, I wanted the theories 
The justification for a world so damn dreary 
A nightmare so sickening and getting worse yearly 
All while our leaders tell us we have to be cheery 
I wanted to see why it was nothing changed 
How identified problems continued to reign 
And as the world progressed backwards and repressed ever faster 
I accumulated degrees - first my bachelors then a masters 
Through dissertation and thesis I sought for solution 
A social and intellectual revolution 
And yes, I delighted in the irony 
When I secured government funding for my PhD 
About anarchism as the only power structure that's legitimate 
A hundred thousand words and I think that I proved it 
But what was the use of these writings on power 
When locked in the basement of some old ivory tower? 
I'd speak at a conference, argue with academics
Who'd roll jaded eyes at my youthful polemics 
Less interested in life than in words and their meaning 
Reducing discussion to mere linguistic preening 
I wanted the world to be changed by ideas 
But it won't ever happen if nobody hears 
I thought of those records that started my path 
And I left academia. I didn't look back. 

Freedom of style 
Freedom of thought 
Anarchist philosophies go from is to ought 
This is the world 
It ought not to be 
A better way is possible 
You're not gonna stop me 

Through all the years I kept all these notes 
Poetry and prose for found and lost hope 
It began as a kid in my ongoing journal 
Poems and lyrics to make thoughts eternal 
Diaries and blogs, novels and music 
If I don't jot it down I'm terrified I'd lose it 
Embalming my thoughts: each sentence a snapshot 
Some moments to be shared; some moments - perhaps not 
But all of them part of an ongoing journey 
Of trying to solve all the things that concern me 
Political, personal, ancient or new 
In writing I'm trying to unlock the truth 
Been putting them in songs since Green Day's "Insomniac" 
I put down the guitar now and then but I keep coming back 
Sometimes it's punk rock, sometimes it's hip-hop 
What's clear to me now is it's not going to stop 
So what is ANARCHOPHY? What does it mean? 
This mixture of anarchy and philosophy? 
To me it means freedom and an enquiring mind 
Poking at pulling all of the lies that bind 
Analysing even the most sacred cow 
Speaking the thoughts they try not to allow 
Questioning structures of authority 
Calling bullshit on bullshit when bullshit I see 
It's a name for the thoughts I can't not put in rhyme 
All those burning questions I've asked for a very long time 
It's a 12 year old boy listening loudly to punk 
It's a PhD thesis that still no-one's debunked 
It's having a voice and deciding to use it 
It's demanding the impossible all set to good music 

Freedom of style 
Freedom of thought 
Anarchist philosophies go from is to ought 
This is the world 
It ought not to be 
A better way is possible 
You're not gonna stop me

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