The greatest protest song ever created

Taken verbatim from my notes section on the facebook and with updated visuals and pictures and a nice link and what nots, oh my 🙂

The following was an assignment I had when I was enrolled at The Los Angeles Recording School. In month four I had a class called Media and Society with thee Eliot, who may or may not be obsessed with penises’ or penis’ or whatever the plural is of the penis??? Penis-sye?? I don’t know?? Too much penis in that class for me.


There may be some weird penis conspiracy in our advertisements??? I will leave that one up to you to decide.

But anywayz, here is a very short assignment and one that I am quite proud of:

protest song (media and society assignment #3)

November 1, 2011 at 5:04pm

Richard Holmes

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president…
Carter power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face
Close your eyes, can’t happen here
Big Bro’ on white horse is near
The hippies won’t come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Now it is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It’s the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool neice
Come quietly to the camp
You’d look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don’t you worry, it’s only a shower
For your clothes here’s a pretty flower…
DIE on organic poison gas
Serpent’s egg’s already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California.

 For me this song represents what the whole punk rock movement in Los Angeles in the late seventies and early eighties was all about. Kids with no future and what they had to look forward to by the political establishment. Punk bands were spewing forth a barrage of unparalleled energy to shake people out of their comas while scaring the crap out of parents and destroying the foundations of the accepted status quo. Punk has always been at its core fucking with the corporate, political, and government establishments.

The Dead Kennedys were one of those bands that was able to break out of the underground of L.A. and into the bedrooms of disenfranchized youth all across America. While California Uber Alles sounds like an attack on Jerry Brown its much more than that. What this song represents and what the youth identified with, that still rings true to this day, is not to let the bastards in power tell you who you are and what to think by being a passive consumer. To get pissed off and take a stand against the bullshit.

True punk rock has never put up walls to stifle creativity. Punk didn’t give a shit about radio play and social acceptance. Punk is about truth and in your face honesty. In the seventies when it was in its purest unconcentrated form it had potency and punch when combined with real talent. You could still be talentless and be punk rock but the ones who really shined were the ones who really understood how to get through to the kids and create a real movement. What the Dead Kennedy’s managed to do was create compelling lyrics and catchy hooks to entice the youth of America validating the youth of society in their beliefs when everyone else was telling them to get with the program. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who grew up loving punk rock that grew into being an ordinary passive adult? Punk rock at its best wakes people up and the Dead Kennedys woke people up.

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