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Playlist of Crass

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    Crass - Big A Little A

    5:58

    Crass - Big A Little A, the B-Side to Nagasaki Nightmare single.

    Big A Little a
    Big A, little A, bouncing B
    The system might have got you but it won't get me

    1 - 2 - 3 - 4

    External control are you gonna let them get you?
    Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
    You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
    They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you

    Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord God, can you hear?
    Hellfire and damnation's what I've got for you down there
    On earth I have ambassadors, archbishop, vicar, pope
    We'll blind you with morality, you'd best abandon any hope,
    We're telling you you'd better pray cos you were born in sin
    Right from the start we'll build a cell and then we'll lock you in
    We sit in holy judgement condemning those that stray
    We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay

    External control are you gonna let them get you?
    Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
    You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
    They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you

    Hello, hello, hello, now here's a massage from your queen
    As figurehead of the status quo I set the social scene
    I'm most concerned about my people, I want to give them peace
    So I'm making sure they stay in line with my army and police
    My prisons and my mental homes have ever open doors
    For those amongst my subjects who dare to ask for more
    Unruliness and disrespect are things I can't allow
    So I'll see the peasants grovel if they refuse to bow

    External control are you gonna let them get you?
    Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
    You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
    They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you

    Introducing the Prime Sinister, she's a mother to us all
    Like the dutch boy's finger in the dyke her arse is in the wall
    Holding back the future waiting for the seas to part
    If Moses did it with is faith, she'll do it with an army
    Who at times of threatened crisis are certain to be there
    Guarding national heritage no matter what or where
    Palaces for kings and queens, mansions for the rich
    Protection for the wealthy, defence of privilege
    They've learnt the ropes In Ireland, engaged in civil war
    Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle against the poor
    So Ireland's just an island? It's an island of the mind
    Great Britain? Future? Bollocks, you'd better look behind
    Round every other corner stands P.C. 1984
    Guardian of the future, he'll implement the law
    He's there as a grim reminder that no matter what you do
    Big brothers system's always there with his beady eyes on you
    From God to local bobby, in home and street and school
    They've got your name and number while you've just got their rule
    We've got to look for methods to undermine those powers
    It's time to change the tables. The future must be ours

    Big A, little A, bouncing B
    The system might have got you but it won't get me

    Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
    I am he and she is she but you're the only you
    No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see
    It's up to you to change your life and my life's up to me
    The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make
    The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take
    If you don't like the life you live, change it now it's yours
    Nothing has effects if you don't recognise the cause
    If the programme's not the one you want, get up, turn off the set
    It's only you that can decide what life you're gonna get
    If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist
    If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist
    But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple
    And you'll never change the system by bombing number ten
    Systems just aren't made of bricks they're mostly made of people
    You may send them into hiding, but they'll be back again
    If you don't like the rules they make, refuse to play their game
    If you don't want to be a number, don't give them your name
    If you don't want to be caught out, refuse to hear their question
    Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection
    They'll try to make you play their game, refuse to show your face
    If you don't want to be beaten down, refuse to join their race
    Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
    I am he and she is she but you're they only you

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    Crass So What?

    3:09

    PÁSATE POR MI CUENTA MÁS SUBTITULADOS!.

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    Crass Big A Little A

    6:13

    PÁSATE POR MI CUENTA MÁS SUBTITULADOS!.

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    Crass . So what

    3:10

    bla bla

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    Crass - Punk Is Dead

    1:48

    Intérprete: Crass
    Canción: Punk Is Dead
    Álbum original: The Feeding of the 5000
    Año: 1978
    Género: Anarcho Punk

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    Crass- Punk Is Dead

    1:49

    Yes that's right, punk is dead
    It's just another cheap product for the consumers head
    Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors
    Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters
    CBS promote the Clash
    Ain't for revolution, it's just for cash
    Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
    Ain't got a thing to do with your or me

    Movements are systems and systems kill
    Movements are expressions of the public will
    Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost
    Leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost
    Punk narcissism was a social napalm
    Steve Jones started doing real harm
    Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
    Sucked from the system that had given him his name

    Well I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass
    Tired of staring up a superstars arse
    I've got an arse and crap and a name
    I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame

    Steven Jones, you're napalm
    If you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm?
    Patti Smith, you're napalm, your write with your hand
    But it's Rimbaud's arm

    And me, yes, I, do I want to burn?
    Is there something I can learn?
    Do I need a business man to promote my angle
    Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle
    I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear
    The social elite with safetypins in their ear
    I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing
    The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting
    PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD

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    CRASS - STEVE IGNORANT - PUNK ROCK BOWLING - LAS VEGAS NV 5/28/2018 VULTURE VIDEO

    36:14

    CRASS - STEVE IGNORANT - PUNK ROCK BOWLING - LAS VEGAS NV 5/28/2018 SHOT BY VULTURE VIDEO

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    Crass - Do They Owe us a Living

    1:56

    From The Feeding of the Five Thousand (1978) or Best Before 1984 (1984)

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    Crass - There is No Authority But Yourself

    1:4:31

    There is No Authority But Yourself is a Dutch film directed by Alexander Oey documenting the history of anarchist punk band Crass. The film features archive footage of the band and interviews with former members Steve Ignorant, Penny Rimbaud and Gee Vaucher. As well as reflecting on the band's past the film focusses on their current activities

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    Crass - Stations Of The Crass

    1:19:24

    Crass - Stations Of The Crass

    1. Mother-Earth 0:00
    2. White Punks On Hope 4:11
    3. You've Got Big Hands 6:33
    4. Darling 8:16
    5. System 10:12
    6. Big Man, Big M.A.N. 11:09
    7. Hurry Up Garry 13:56
    8. Fun Going On 15:06
    9. Crutch Of Society 17:22
    10. Heard Too Much About 19:10
    11. Chairman Of The Bored 20:23
    12. Tired 21:42
    13. Walls 25:01
    14. Upright Citizen 28:02
    15. The Gasman Cometh 31:17
    16. Demoncrats 34:33
    17. Contaminational Power 37:54
    18. Time Out 39:56
    19. I Ain't Thick, It's Just A Trick 42:13
    20. System (live) 47:58
    21. Big Man, Big M.A.N. (live) 49:08
    22. Banned From The Roxy (live) 51:48
    23. Hurry Up Garry (live) 53:54
    24. Time Out (live) 54:59
    25. They've Got A Bomb (live) 57:00
    26. Fight War, Not Wars (live) 1:00:01
    27. Women (live) 1:00:50
    28. Shaved Women (live) 1:02:50
    29. You Pay (live) 1:05:11
    30. Heard Too Much About (live) 1:06:45
    31. Angels (live) 1:08:01
    32. What A Shame (live) 1:10:11
    33. So What (live) 1:11:35
    34. G's Song (live) 1:14:31
    35. Do They Owe Us A Living? (live) 1:15:06
    36. Punk Is Dead (live) 1:17:26

    UK Punk 1979

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    Crass - Something Else T.V. interview

    5:46

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    Crass Bloody Revolution

    6:22

    PÁSATE POR MI CUENTA MÁS SUBTITULADOS!.

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    Crass - Systematic Death

    3:58

    1990's CD Reissue

    LYRICS:

    System, system, system.
    Death in life.
    System, system, system.
    The surgeons knife.
    System, system, system.
    Hacking at the cord.
    System, system, system.
    A child is born.
    Poor little fucker, poor little kid,
    Never asked for life, no she never did.
    Poor little baby, poor little mite,
    Crying out for food as her parents fight. (x2)

    System, system, system.
    Send him to school.
    System, system, system.
    Force him to crawl.
    System, system, system.
    Teach him how to cheat.
    System, system, system.
    Kick him off his feet.
    Poor little schoolboy, poor little lad,
    They'll pat him if he's good, beat him if he's bad.
    Poor little kiddy, poor little chap,
    They'll force feed his mind with their useless crap. (x2)

    System, system, system.
    They'll teach her how to cook.
    System, system, system.
    Teach her how to look.
    System, system, system.
    They'll teach her all the tricks,
    System, system, system.
    Create another victim for their greasy pricks.
    Poor little girly, poor little wench,
    Another little object to prod and pinch.
    Poor little sweety, poor little filly,
    They'll fuck her mind so they can fuck her silly. (x2)

    System, system, system.
    He's grown to be a man.
    System, system, system.
    He's been taught to fit the plan.
    System, system, system.
    Forty years of jobs.
    System, system, system.
    Pushing little buttons, pulling little knobs.
    Poor fucking worker, poor little serf,
    Working like a mule for half of what he's worth.
    Poor fucking grafter, poor little gent,
    Working for the cash that he's already spent. (x2)

    He's selling his life, she's his loyal wife,
    Timid as a mouse, she's got her little house,
    He's got his little car and they share the cocktail bar.
    She likes to cook his meals, you know, something that appeals.
    Sometimes he works til late so his supper has to wait,
    But she doesn't really mind cos he's getting overtime.
    He likes to put a bit away just for that rainy day,
    Cos every little counts when the cost of living mounts.
    They do the pools each week hoping for that lucky break.
    Then they'd take a trip abroad, do all the things they can't afford.
    She'd really like to have a fur, he'd like a bigger car.
    They could buy a bungalow, with a Georgian door for show.
    He might think of leaving work, but no, he wouldn't like to shirk.
    He'd much prefer to stay and get his honest days pay.
    He's got a life of work ahead, there's no rest for the dead.
    She's tried to make it nice, he's said thankyou once or twice.

    System, system, system.
    Deprived of any hope.
    System, system, system.
    Taught they couldn't cope.
    System, system, system.
    Slaves right from the start.
    System, system, system.
    Til death do them part.
    Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair,
    Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care.
    Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks,
    Victims of the system and its cruel jokes. (x2)

    The couple views the wreckage and dreams of home sweet home,
    They'd almost paid their mortgage when the system dropped its bomb.

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    Crass I Know There Is Love

    2:48

    PÁSATE POR MI CUENTA MÁS SUBTITULADOS!.

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    Crass - Have A Nice Day

    2:46

    Have A Nice Day, 1st Track from Christ The Album, various images cobbled together to form a nonsense video about Crass' response to media attacks in the music press about them singing the same old song.

    Have A Nice Day.
    Same old stuff, you've heard it all before,
    Crass being crass about the system, or is it war?
    We ain't got no humour, we don't know how to laugh,
    If you don't fucking like it - fucking tough!
    Cos I'm the same old monkey in the same old zoo
    Same old message trying to get through,
    Screaming from the platform when the train ain't even there,
    I've got a one way ticket, but I don't fucking care.
    If what I've got to say is always much the same,
    It's cos the game the system plays is still the same old game.
    Senile idiots in their seats of power,
    Ancient rotting corpses breathing horror by the hour.
    They're lovers of death the fucking creeps,
    Screwing our earth, as our earth weeps.
    Iron ladies and steel men
    Waiting for their fucking war to start again.
    Blood lusting nutters plan death for us all,
    They'll be hiding in their bunkers as we watch the missiles fall,
    Ain't they just so decent, respectable and nice,
    Eating the fat of the land while it's us that pay the price.
    Westminster's full of psychopaths with blood clots 'stead of brains,
    Flesh hungry vultures picking our remains,
    Shitting on the world they've shat on many times before,
    Fucked it good and proper in the name of law.
    Well bollocks to the lot of you and you can fuck off too,
    If you're bored with what I say, no-one's asking you.
    Just fuck off and have your fun,
    Hoist your jolly roger and wave your plastic gun,
    With your painted faces and your elegant style,
    How about trying to think for a while?
    As your decorate your lifestyle with cheap consumer bliss,
    Forget about loving, it's your arse you're going to kiss.
    As long as they've got you under their thumb
    With T.V. lobotomy and media fun,
    They'll have their way with you, what more can I say?
    Watch out for the mind police and have a nice day.

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    Crass - The feeding of the 5000

    32:15

    Band: Crass
    Album: The feeding of the 5000
    Year: 1979

    00:00 01 - Crass - Asylum
    02:07 02 - Crass - Do they owe us a living
    03:34 03 - Crass - End result
    05:38 04 - Crass - They've got a bomb
    09:27 05 - Crass - Punk is dead
    11:16 06 - Crass - Reject of society
    12:25 07 - Crass - General bacardi
    13:26 08 - Crass - Banned from the roxy
    15:41 09 - Crass - G's song
    16:19 10 - Crass - Fight war, not wars
    17:02 11 - Crass - Women
    18:18 12 - Crass - Securicor
    20:48 13 - Crass - Sucks
    22:27 14 - Crass - You pay
    24:12 15 - Crass - Angels
    26:22 16 - Crass - What a shame
    27:34 17 - Crass - So what
    30:40 18 - Crass - Well...do they

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    Get Out of Your Own Way: Anarchy & Peace with Penny Rimbaud of Crass

    19:08

    Penny Rimbaud is a 73-year-old artist, poet, and activist who, in 1977—alongside Steve Ignorant—founded Crass: the most influential anarcho-punk group of the 20th century​. For this punk collective activism was just as important as the music. Additionally, as Rimbaud puts it, we wanted to help people understand was a sense of autonomy and authenticity of the individual human soul.

    These days Rimbaud lives in a farmhouse in the middle of the English countryside ​alongside fellow Crass member, artist Gee Vaucher. Together the two continue dedicate their lives to art and literature; still adhering to and promoting Crass' core values of anarchy, peace, vegetarianism, and anti-authoritarianism.


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    Steve Ignorant Plays Crass Songs for the Last Time Ever: Noisey Specials #01

    4:27

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    Crass - Penis Envy FULL ALBUM

    35:03

    Cuando la revolución haya sido ganada, cuando la anarquía haya sido finalmente alcanzada, habrá que guardar dos minutos de silencio en memoria de Crass. Y se lo merecen, porque nunca otra banda logró tanta coherencia entre su prédica y sus actos. Ellos derrocharon integridad y fe en su causa trazando el camino a seguir para todas las bandas anarcopunks.

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    Tracks:

    1.- Bata Motel
    2.- Systematic Death
    3.- Poison In A Pretty Pill
    4.- What The Fuck?
    5.- Where Next Columbus?
    6.- Berkertex Bribe
    7.- Smother Love
    8.- Health Surface
    9.- Dry Weather
    10.- Our Wedding

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    crass banned from the roxy

    2:15

    quick vid

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    Crass - Fight War Not Wars

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    Peel Session EP, 1979

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    Crass- White Punks On Hope

    2:23

    They said that we were trash,
    Well the name is Crass, not Clash.
    They can stuff their punk credentials
    Cause it's them that take the cash.
    They won't change nothing with their fashionable talk,
    All their RAR badges and their protest walk,
    Thousands of white men standing in a park,
    Objecting to racism's like a candle in the dark.
    Black man's got his problems and his way to deal with it,
    So don't fool yourself you're helping with your white liberal shit.
    If you care to take a closer look at the way things really stand,
    You'd see we're all just niggers to the rulers of this land.

    Punk was once an answer to years of crap,
    A way of saying no where we'd always said yep.
    But the moment we saw a way to be free,
    They invented a dividing line, street credibility.
    The qualifying factors are politics and class,
    Left wing macho street fighters willing to kick arse.
    They said because of racism they'd come out on the street.
    It was just a form of fascism for the socialist elite.
    Bigotry and blindness, a marxist con,
    Another clever trick to keep us all in line.
    Neat little labels to keep us all apart,
    To keep us all divided when the troubles start.

    Pogo on a nazi, spit upon a jew,
    Vicious mindless violence that offers nothing new.
    Left wing violence, right wing violence, all seems much the same,
    Bully boys out fighting, it's just the same old game.
    Boring fucking politics that'll get us all shot,
    Left wing, right wing, you can stuff the lot.
    Keep your petty prejudice, I don't see the point,
    ANARCHY AND FREEDOM IS WHAT I WANT.

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    Crass - Mother Earth

    4:12

    1990's CD Reissue

    LYRICS:

    Now that the sun have vowed is light
    And bid the world good night;
    To the soft bed my body I dispose,
    But where were shall my soul repose?

    Mother? Mother? Mother?
    Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mommy is that you?
    She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?

    It's Myra Hindley on the cover,
    Your very own sweet anti-mother.
    There she is on the pages of The Star,
    Ain't that just the place you wish you were?
    Let her rot in hell is what you said,
    Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her dead.
    Let her out but don't forget to tell you where she is,
    The chance to screw her is a chance you wouldn't miss.
    Let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you gave,
    You just can't wait to piss on her grave.
    You pretend that you're horrified, make out that you care,
    But really you wish that you had been there.
    You say you can't bear the thought of what she did,
    But you'd do it to her, you'd see her dead.
    Tell me, what is the difference between her and you?
    You say that you would kill her, well, what else would you do?
    Don't you see that violence has no end? Isn't limited by rules?
    Don't you see as angels preaching you're nothing but the fools?
    Fools step in, where angels fear to tread,
    You see, to kill others is the ethic of the dead.

    Chorus

    That single mug shot from the past
    Ensures your fantasy can last and last.
    It gives you the chance to air your hate
    Because she got there first, you were too late.
    Hindleys' crime was to do what others think,
    Took her anger and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink.
    Then you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love,
    Would tear that woman limb from limb, you'd never get enough.
    So you keep the story alive,
    So you can make yourselves believe,
    That you are so much better than her.
    But you aren't, that's YOUR GUILT laying there.

    Chorus

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    Crass - Bloody Revolution

    6:25

    Crass Blood Revolution Sound Track & Pictures

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    Crass - Shaved Women

    4:43

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    Crass - Bloody Revolutions

    6:19

    You talk about your revolution, well, that's fine
    But what are you going to be doing come the time?
    Are you going to be the big man with the tommy-gun?
    Will you talk of freedom when the blood begins to run?
    Well, freedom has no value if violence is the price
    Don't want your revolution, I want anarchy and peace

    You talk of overthrowing power with violence as your tool
    You speak of liberation and when the people rule
    Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference would there be?
    Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me

    But what about those people who don't want your new restrictions?
    Those that disagree with you and have their own convictions?
    You say they've got it wrong because they don't agree with you
    So when the revolution comes you'll have to run them through
    You say that revolution will bring freedom for us all
    Well freedom just ain't freedom when your back's against the wall

    You talk of overthrowing power with violence as your tool
    You speak of liberation and when the people rule
    Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference would there be?
    Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me

    Will you indoctrinate the masses to serve your new regime?
    And simply do away with those whose views are too extreme?
    Transportation details could be left to British rail
    Where Zyklon B succeeded, North Sea Gas will fail
    It's just the same old story of man destroying man
    We've got to look for other answers to the problems of this land

    You talk of overthrowing power with violence as your tool
    You speak of liberation and when the people rule
    Well ain't it people rule right now, what difference would there be?
    Just another set of bigots with their rifle-sights on me

    Vive la revolution, people of the world unite
    Stand up men of courage, it's your job to fight

    It all seems very easy, this revolution game
    But when you start to really play things won't be quite the same
    Your intellectual theories on how it's going to be
    Don't seem to take into account the true reality
    Cos the truth of what you're saying, as you sit there sipping beer
    Is pain and death and suffering, but of course you wouldn't care

    You're far too much of a man for that, if Mao did it so can you
    What's the freedom of us all against the suffering of the few?
    That's the kind of self-deception that killed ten million jews
    Just the same false logic that all power-mongers use
    So don't think you can fool me with your political tricks
    Political right, political left, you can keep your politics
    Government is government and all government is force
    Left or right, right or left, it takes the same old course
    Oppression and restriction, regulation, rule and law
    The seizure of that power is all your revolution's for
    You romanticise your heroes, quote from Marx and Mao
    Well their ideas of freedom are just oppression now

    Nothing changed for all the death, that their ideas created
    It's just the same fascistic games, but the rules aren't clearly stated
    Nothing's really different cos all government's the same
    They can call it freedom, but slavery is the game

    Nothing changed for all the death, that their ideas created
    It's just the same fascistic games, but the rules aren't clearly stated
    Nothing's really different cos all government's the same
    They can call it freedom, but slavery is the game
    There's nothing that you offer but a dream of last years hero
    The truth of revolution, brother................... is year zero.

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    Crass- Punk Is Dead Reaction!!!

    24:56

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    Crass - Big Man, Big M.A.N

    2:47

    From the album Stations of the Crass.

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    Crass You Can Be Who?

    2:37

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    Crass - The Feeding of the 5,000 REMASTERED HD 2K

    1:6:23

    here's the first Crass album. Remastered version of the feeding of the 5,000 with high-quality sound

    1. Asylum
    2. Do They Owe Us a Living?
    3. End Result
    4. They've Got a Bomb
    5. Punk is Dead
    6. Reject of Society
    7. General Bacardi
    8. Banned from the Roxy
    9. G's Song
    10. Fight War Not Wars
    11. Women
    12. Securicor
    13. Sucks
    14. You Pay
    15. Angels
    16. What a Shame
    17. So What?
    18. Well, do They?
    19. Do They Owe Us a Living? Unrel
    20. Blackburn Rovers. Unrel
    21. Heartbeat of the Mortuary. Demo
    22. Do The Owe Us a Living? Demo
    23. Demolition. Demo
    24. I Don't Like It. Demo
    25. Pissedorf -- thread track. Demo
    26. End Result. Demo
    27. G's Song. Demo
    28. General Bacardi. Demo
    29. Securicor. Demo
    30. Angela Rippon. Demo
    31. Major General Despair. Demo
    32. Do They Owe Us a Living? Demo
    33. Punk is Dead. Demo
    34. Come to Southern Studios -- run out track

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    Crass - So What

    3:06

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    Artist: Crass
    Song: So What
    Album: The Feeding of the 5000 (1978)

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    Crass - Peel Session 1979

    14:59

    The complete session recorded by Crass on 28 March 1979 for the John Peel show on BBC Radio 1 and broadcast on 10 April 1979.

    Tracklist:

    1. G's Song (0:00)
    2. Mother Earth (1:06)
    3. Shaved Women (5:05)
    4. Tired (7:55)
    5. Bomb (10:35)

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    Big A Little a - Crass

    6:13

    Big A Little A - Crass with lyrics

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    Crass - Bata Motel

    3:35

    1990's CD Reissue

    LYRICS:

    I've got 54321,
    I've got a red pair of high-heels on,
    Tumble me over, it doesn't take much,
    Tumble me over, tumble me, push.
    In my red high-heels I've no control,
    The rituals of repression are so old,
    You can do what you like, there'll be no reprisal,
    I'm yours, yes I'm yours, it's my means of survival.

    I've got 54321,
    Come on my love, I know you're strong,
    Push me hard, make me stagger,
    The pain in my back just doesn't matter,
    You force-hold me above the ground,
    I can't get away, my feet are bound,
    So I'm bound to say
    That I'm bound to stay.

    Today I look so good,
    Just like I know I should,
    My breasts to tempt inside my bra,
    My face is painted like a movie star,
    I've studied my flaws in your reflection
    And put them to rights with savage correction,
    I've turned my statuesque perfection,
    And shone it over in your direction.
    So come on darling, make me yours,
    Trip me over, show me the floor,
    Tease me, tease me, make me stay,
    In my red high-heels I can't get away.
    I'm trussed and bound like an oven ready bird
    But I bleed without dying and I won't say a word.
    Slice my flesh and I'll ride the scar,
    Put me into gear like your lady car,
    Drive me fast and crash me crazy,
    I'll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy.
    These wounds leave furrows as they heal,
    I've travelled them, they're red and real,
    I know them well, they're part of me,
    My birth, my sex, my history,
    They grew with me, my closest friend,
    My pain's my own, my pain's my end.
    Clip my wings so you know where I am,
    I can't get lost while you're my man.
    Tame me so I know your call,
    I've stabbed my heels so I am tall,
    I've bound my twisted falling fall,
    Beautiful mute against the wall,
    Beautifully mutilated as I fall.
    Use me, don't lose me.

    I've got 54321,
    I've got a red pair of high-heels on.
    Strap my ankles, break my heels,
    Make me kneel, make me feel.
    Turn, turn, turn, like a clockwork doll,
    Put in your key and give me a whirl.
    Tease me, tease me, the reason to play,
    In my red high-heels I can't get away.
    I'll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai,
    Your black-eyed bonsai, erotically rotting.
    Will my tiny feet fit your desire?
    Warped and tied I walk on fire.
    Burn me out, twist my wrists,
    I promise not to shout, beat me with your fists.
    Squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel,
    In my red high-heels I'm an easy kill
    Tease me, Tease me, make me see,
    You're the only one, I need to be me.
    Thankyou, will you take me?
    Thankyou, will you make me?
    Thankyou, will you break me?
    Use me, don't lose me.
    Taste me, don't waste me.
    Use, lose, taste, waste.

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    CRASS - Youre Already Dead

    4:32

    Classic song by Crass, taken from Best Before Double LP, originally released as a single in 1983/84.

    LYRICS:

    ATTENTION. Fuck American power. Fuck Russian power. Fuck British power.
    Fuck all power.
    ATTENTION. These ignorant shits arm themselves for annihilation and call it world peace.
    Bollocks.

    Pacified. Classified.
    Keep in line. You're doing fine.
    Lost your voice? There ain't no choice.
    Play the game. Silent and tame.
    Be the passive observer, sit back and look
    At the world they destroyed and the peace that they took.
    Ask no questions, hear no lies
    And you'll be living in the comfort of a fool's paradise.

    You're already dead, you're already dead,
    You're already dead, you're already dead.

    If you're the passive observer, here's a message for you...
    You're already dead, You're already dead.
    Afraid to do what you know you should do...
    You're already dead, You're already dead.
    The world's at the edge of nuclear destruction,
    But your too afraid to make the connection.
    You still believe the system's there for your protection...
    You're already dead, You're already dead.

    You're already dead, you're already dead,
    You're already dead, you're already dead.

    By letting it happen without a fight...
    You're already dead, You're already dead.
    With your endless debates about wrong and right...
    You're already dead, You're already dead.
    Nothing's going to change if you're not prepared to act,
    There's no point complaining after the fact,
    Content to be a number, branded X and neatly packed...
    You're already dead, You're already dead.

    You're already dead, You're already dead,
    You're already dead, You're already dead.

    Four hundred thousand people marched for CND...
    They're already dead, They're already dead,
    Unless they're willing to act on what they can see...
    They're already dead, They're already dead.
    If each and every one of us was prepared to fight for more,
    To stand against the system that creates the need for war,
    The elite would have to run like it's never run before...
    They're already dead, They're already dead.

    They're already dead, They're already dead,
    They're already dead, They're already dead.

    We don't need organising
    Or politicians being patronising.
    We don't need their leadership,
    Trendy lefties being hip.
    Don't need their condescension
    Or their back to root pretension.
    We've heard it all before,
    Politicians saying No more war,
    Pulling wool across our eyes.
    We don't need their dangerous lies.
    We won't accept capitulation,
    It's just manipulation.
    They want the smooth without the rough,
    But words and gestures aren't enough.
    We've got to learn to reject all leaders
    And the passive shit they feed us...

    They're already dead, They're already dead,
    They're already dead, They're already dead.

    If you think moderation's going to pave the way to peace...
    You're already dead, You're already dead.
    What good is moderation 'gainst the army and police?
    You're already dead, You're already dead.
    We're not promoting mindless violence, keep that for the fools,
    We're simply saying be prepared to break their laws and rules,
    Let them know the bigger they come, the harder they will fall...
    They're already dead, They're already dead.

    They're already dead, They're already dead,
    They're already dead, They're already dead.

    If they're going to play it dirty, so are we...
    They're already dead, They're already dead.
    They can keep their lies about the land of the free...
    They're already dead, They're already dead.
    We've allowed them too often to use their iron fist,
    But there's one little detail they appear to have missed...
    You don't have to be PASSIVE just because you're a PACIFIST...
    They're already dead, They're already dead.

    They're already dead, They're already dead,
    They're already dead, They're already dead.

    They'll try to sell their system
    Like it's some kind od age-old wisdom,
    But we've been had like that before,
    It's just the rich exploiting the poor.
    Well here's an honest confession,
    We think it's time they learnt a lesson.
    They've tried to hold the people down,
    But we've simply gone underground,
    Moving in the darkness looking for the light,
    Looking for a future and ready to fight.
    Looking for the freedom that's been denied,
    Fast to attack and fast to hide.
    In a world where the people can't make it,
    They've simply got to learn to break it,
    And if the wealthy aren't prepared to shake it...
    O.K., we'll simply have to take it...

    You're already dead, You're already dead,
    You're already dead, You're already dead,
    You're already dead, You're already dead,
    You're already dead, You're already dead...

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    Crass - Bloody revolution

    6:19

    La verdadera revolución hermano es comenzar el año cero...

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    Crass - Big A Little A

    6:14

    Crass Big a little a.

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    Crass - Stations Of The Crass

    1:15:31

    Crass - Stations Of The Crass

    Side One:
    1. Mother-Earth 0:00
    2. White Punks On Hope 3:57
    3. You've Got Big Hands 6:14
    4. Darling 7:52
    5. System 9:43
    6. Big Man, Big M.A.N. 10:37
    7. Hurry Up Garry 13:16

    Side Two:
    1. Fun Going On 14:22
    2. Crutch Of Society 16:29
    3. Heard Too Much About 18:13
    4. Chairman Of The Bored 19:21
    5. Tired 20:37
    6. Walls 23:47
    7. Upright Citizen 26:40

    Side Three:
    1. The Gasman Cometh 29:42
    2. Demoncrats 32:43
    3. Contaminational Power 35:51
    4. Time Out 37:46
    5. I Ain't Thick, It's Just A Trick 39:58

    Side Four:
    Live at Pied Bull, Islington, UK, August 7, 1979. 45:17
    1. System
    2. Big Man, Big M.A.N.
    3. Banned From The Roxy
    4. Hurry Up Garry
    5. Time Out
    6. They've Got A Bomb
    7. Fight War, Not Wars
    8. Women
    9. Shaved Women
    10. You Pay
    11. Heard Too Much About
    12. Angels
    13. What A Shame
    14. So What
    15. G's Song
    16. Do They Owe Us A Living?
    17. Punk Is Dead

    UK Punk 1979

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    Crass - Banned from the Roxy

    2:18

    Artist: Crass
    Song: Banned from the Roxy
    Album: The Feeding of the 5000 (1978)

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    Steve Ignorant / Bloody Revolutions

    5:51

    Shaky cam at start but bare with it!
    Feeding of the 500 weekend late 2007

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    Crass Nagasaki Nightmare 1980

    8:24

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    Crass - Securicor

    2:26

    Crass - video for securicor from the Feeding Of The 5000.

    Securicor.
    I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army,
    I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army,
    I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army.

    I am a working for securicor,
    Take the money and come back for more.
    I want to do it cause I know I should,
    For the customer and the common good.

    I walk around with a big alsation,
    He'll re-arrange you with no provocation,
    And I'm the bugger who has got the lead,
    You'll have to be bright if you want to get at me.

    Securicor cares. Securicor cares.
    Securicor scares the shit out of you,
    Do you want to come closer?

    I block the pavement with my club and hat,
    I deal in money that you can't get at.
    You want to use me cause I'm up for rent,
    Tough shit, cause I'm real busy.

    You ought to know me cause I've been a cop,
    Out at the army where I learned a lot.
    Some kids still chuckle when they see my van,
    But it's not all money sonny, you want to come closer?

    Securicor cares. Securicor cares.
    Securicor scares the shit out of you,
    Do you want to come closer?
    DO YOU WANT TO COME CLOSER?

    Well I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army,
    I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army,
    I'M A PRIVATE IN A PRIVATE ARMY.

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    Crass - Video - Live Conway Hall, Holborn, London - 1979

    1:39

    (They've Got A Bomb)
    (Do They Owe us a Living)
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    Crass - I Aint Thick, Its Just A Trick

    4:25

    1990's CD Reissue

    LYRICS:

    Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I've got it all up here, see?
    Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they've got it all out there, see?
    They can fuck off, cos they ain't got me, they can't buy my dignity,
    Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Let me tell you, I've got it all up here?

    Tried to get me with a T.V. show,
    But I wouldn't have none of it, no, no, no.
    Standards and values on a black and white screen,
    Sarah Farah Fawcett acting mean.
    She's got the lot, that's what they want you to think,
    Read between the lines, you'll see the missing link.
    She's just a fucking puppet in their indoctrination plan,
    Be like me girls and become a real man,
    Live to the full, always act flash,
    Don't use your brains when your body makes the splash.

    Chorus

    Tried to get me in the supermarket store,
    Bought what I wanted, they they said buy more.
    Mountains of crap that nobody really needs,
    Gaily coloured wrappers to suit assorted greeds.
    They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think,
    Read between the lines, you'll see the missing link.
    Buy this product, pay for the crap,
    Quarter for the product, three quarters for the wrap.
    Be a happy family, like the people on the pack,
    Pay up to the profit, and you'll never look back.

    Chorus

    Tried to get me with their learning and their books,
    Deep understanding and intelligent looks,
    All of the time, they never saw me,
    They were just looking for what they wanted to see.
    They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think,
    Read between the lines, you'll see the missing link.
    Books are easy backs for what they want to do to you,
    Bind you up in slavery for the privileged few,
    They'll prove their lies with history, say that's the way it always was,
    Accept the shit and slavery, be one of us.

    Chorus

    Tried to get me with religion and with christ,
    Said I'd get to heaven if I acted real nice,
    But they were just preparing a crucifix for me,
    A life of guilt, of sin, of pain, of holy misery.
    They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think,
    Read between the lines, you'll see the missing link.
    The bible's just a blue print for their morality scene,
    Just another load of shit on how it's never been.
    They stand there in the pulpit, doling out their lies,
    Offering forgiveness, then they talk of eyes for eyes.

    Chorus

    Tried to get me, but I won't be got,
    Say I'm a misfit but I say I'm not,
    I never set out to profit from another,
    Those smarmy bastards would steal from their mother.
    They've got the lot, that's what they want you to think,
    Read between the lines, you'll see the missing link.
    They plundered and slaughtered in the name of truth,
    Acceptance of normality is what they want from you as proof,
    They think they've got the answers, but there's something that they miss,
    Their cup which overfloweth, is JUST FULL UP OF PISS.

    Chorus

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    CRASS. Steve Ignorant on Crass. Un-Cut

    1:5:55

    Sid and Zillah (Rubella Ballet) Film Steve's in his bedroom at Dial HouseCrass HQ in 1997 talks about how he started Crass with Penny, touring and releasing records with Crass. Other music projects, Punch & Judy etc. Everything un-cut just as it happened 20 years ago. (Very Funny)

    This is the director Un-Cut version never before seen in full length.

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    Crass - Poison In A Pretty Pill

    3:41

    1990's CD Reissue

    LYRICS:

    Your tactile eyes running over glossy paper,
    Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze.
    They say forget yourself, adorn with this disguise,
    This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores.
    Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity,
    They'll have you gathered in a trap of glass.
    Is your reflection all the you will recognise?
    That cruel lie will stare you in the face.
    Wrapped up in a haze and flow of bridal gown,
    They tell your lover he must hold a gun.
    You're the pornographic reassurance he's a man,
    They deal with flesh, incarcerate with rags,
    Red lips, shimmer-silk and body-bags,
    Hairless legs against the blistered napalm burn.
    I want to rape the substance of your downy hair,
    In that mist a gutted child fights for air.
    Against the fragile, mashed and sweaty wound
    Your facile beauty has an outrageous sound,
    Like a glamour billboard on a battlefield.
    At least the blood red poppy was of natures will,
    That flower perfecting by the barbed wire fence
    Must be insulted by your scented poor pretence
    Just as I, who finds it hard to touch you now,
    You traumatise my love with needle doubts,
    I want so gently to remove your mask.
    It's hard enough to find water here
    In this barrenness of dishonesty and fear
    Without you accepting poison in a pretty pill.
    Your bondages of silk robes and lace
    Are the bandages on a bullet punctured corpse,
    The layers of precious imitation worn
    Are the layers of history that suffocates the unborn.

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    CRASS - PENNY RIMBAUD TALKS

    1:6:49

    Artist / musician / activist Penny Rimbaud talks at The NEXNE Music Convention in Stockton, about his life and CRASS the hugely influential / controversial political punk band / organisation he was involved in between 1977 and 1984. Filmed & Edited By Craig Pancrack. September 2007.

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    Crass - Sucks!

    1:27

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    CONFLICT-c.r.a.s.s.-

    1:48

    Canción dedicada al grupo-movimiento-comuna anarko punk C.R.A.S.S.(1977-1984).
    CLASS WAR!!!

    Hasta se levantó un movimiento titulado C.R.A.S.S.

    ¿Quién habló de la anarquía y la libertad de poner el poder de la prueba?

    Un grupo que cuida de la gente que trabajaba fuera del sistema

    Rumbo a la libertad y la paz mediante la resistencia pasiva

    Tomaron en una batalla mayor desafiando todos los aciertos y errores

    El estado, el sexismo, la guerra, la religión. Amor y esperanza propagarse de sus canciones

    Punk está muerto - ahora se niegan a ser conducido

    Lucha guerras - no guerras - oponerse a todo poder que dijeron

    Cuestionaron instituciones, reputación, los sistemas de clases

    Destruir el poder no la gente, sino también rechazando revolución

    Ellos nunca se dispusieron a beneficio de otro

    La música tomó un asiento trasero para que el mensaje se hizo más fuerte

    La unidad, el respeto no contaminen nuestra tierra

    Es lo que le gritó a los líderes de los solicitantes, la moral, los valores, lo que vale?

    Los que no pudieron tomarlo trató de detenerlos con violencia

    Se negaron a jugar su juego, y observaron la mente hundimiento político

    Los intentos fracasaron débilmente para crear divisiones en el movimiento

    Para que fuera real, no comercializables, no la mierda que estábamos acostumbrados a

    Sí todavía tenemos sus sistema jodido, reglamentos, leyes y amenazas

    ¿De quién es la culpa? No el de ellos! Todavía están haciendo su granito de arena, ¿verdad?

    La gente no se suben en el pedestal; son empujados allí

    Preguntas en desarrollo de liderazgo

    Cuando usted sabe lo que se está diciendo es correcto, ¿por qué necesita la prueba?

    Para joder causa- por qué no puedes entender lo que están diciendo?

    La mierda que tenemos, la mierda que obtenemos

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    Steve Ignorant:Bloody Revolutions:Durham 2009 crass

    5:35

    Ex Crass frontman Steve Ignorant now presenting us with a rockier modern sounding version of Crass,here filmed in Black n White at Dunelm House in Durham on 12th September 2009.

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