Propaganda / Are We Cool Yet?

by Rivermouth

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released May 15, 2014

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Rivermouth Brisbane, Australia

Hi, we're Rivermouth
Our vocalist is a cross between a typewriter and a megaphone. Our keyboardist is a classically trained virtuoso mad scientist. Our bassist plays in the Richter scale. Our drummer's great-grandfather was a metronome.

Our music is a blend of spoken word, hip hop, jazz, reggae and excellent chai. Lyrics are critical. We want to tickle cerebra and tug heartstrings simultaneously.
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Track Name: Propaganda
If you've done nothing wrong you have nothing to fear
if you've done nothing wrong you have nothing to fear
if you've done nothing wrong you have nothing to fear
we are the government. We decide what's best for you

Dear Queensland, your sat-nav's out of date
you've followed the wrong road and now we're turning into a police state
legislating democratic disruption
two-party system, double the corruption
privatising while facilitating corporate greed
funding cuts for any NGO that disagreed
out with the old and in with your friends is fine
i'll hire your son and you hire mine
this is Queensland, where no man is carried
we like our blacks in jail and our gays unmarried
if you protest we'll lock you away
you have the freedom to do what we say

But you can't trust the LNP mate
you don't trust the LNP

Everyone's getting needier, greedier
we are trashing the environment but the mainstream media's like
'no worries mate, it's good for the economy'
the Courier Mail ain't the paper that it used to be
when rich white men get to set the agenda
free speech don't mean much for the rest of us
I know you're not evil, you think you're doing the right thing
but it's frightening, disheartening how you shit you are at listening
this is Queensland, we don't allow bitching
we like our kids Christian and our women in kitchens
immigrants on welfare are lazy slobs
and if they find employment, well they took our jobs
leaders of Queensland, you give the homeless grief
and you're dumping half a mountain on the barrier reef
you close hospitals and open casinos
that's where the green goes
I always knew you were trouble
but now the pot's overflowing
are you power hungry or just plain stupid
either way, we won't water the weeds you're sowing

cos you can't trust the LNP mate
you don't trust the LNP

I am not an extremist
i'm just an average guy
but when the Lib schemers hear this
swat me like a fly
if I don't comply send the cops in to taze me
question the system, they’ll label you crazy
if you don't believe this is history repeating then
google corruption and Joh Bielke-Petersen
they changed campaign finance rules
to make it harder for the minor parties running
while warehousing criminals
like tools in Bunnings
locking kids up, pop that bubble
locking kids up, and legal aid is under-funded
locking kids up, even though it causes more trouble
s'all part of the incarceration business model
done nothing wrong, nothing to fear
that's what the Nazis told the Jews
and yes I know Campbell Newman's nothing like Hitler
but his propaganda sounds eerily familiar
this is Queensland, you better dress formal
for we'll strip-search anyone who doesn't look normal
the poor get poorer while we're wining and dining
lining pockets with profits from unsustainable mining
Short-sighted
and now the pot's overflowing
are you power hungry or just plain stupid
either way, we won't water the weeds you're sowing

Cos you can’t trust the LNP mate
you don't trust the LNP
you can't trust the LNP mate
you don’t trust the LNP

Wake up Queensland, smell the cat-shit in your cereal
This disease stinks like it's venereal
no-one thinks for themselves, there's no critical enquiry
distracted by the bright lights at riverfire we
swallow propaganda, say thanks for the medicine
swallow propaganda and don't ask questions
we swallow propaganada
and we will get what we deserve
Track Name: Are We Cool Yet?
Is this what they call success?
too many megaphones not enough ear drums
who are we trying to impress?
cake's getting smaller and we're fighting over crumbs
trapped in the mirror, image obsessed
world-wide popularity contest
running up the down-flowing escalator
and we'll never be satisfied
How many likes did I get on facebook?
how many bites of the bait on my fishing hook?
insecure but plenty judgmental
use it like a knife but it's still just a pencil
does anybody know my name?
if i, die tomorrow, how many will notice?
nowadays no-one laughs like they mean it
and we dance like the whole room is watching

are we cool yet? are we cool?
playing the game or are we playing the fool
are we cool yet?
are we popular?

everyone's looking over their shoulder
gotta get it all before we get any older
click the thumbs up, remember to share
and if you don't take a photo you were never really there
mr politics seeking more power
chasing votes like a dog after pigeons
focus groups are his only religion
now he's lost in the echo chamber
tough decisions puts em off til later
fixated on the lowest common denominator
no need for detail, derail the vernacular
he'll say what he needs to say to stay popular
say what he needs to say
and we follow like the road is one-way
cos it's all about the image, the personal brand
scraping names in the dust, this is not what we planned

Are we cool yet? are we cool?
playing the game or are we playing the fool
are we cool yet?
are we popular?

Craving affirmation like it's air and we're suffocating
slaving for the greater good or are we just masturbating
craving affirmation but we aren't gonna get it
craving affirmation might as well forget it
see we let it control us, now we're paying the toll
how many mirrors will we drown in before we've found our goal?

we've got expensive clothes that look real cheap
botoxed nose, and a poptop jeep
edible credit cards, plastic fruit
and a guaranteed fair trade birthday suit
barcodes on our eyelids
hashtags tattooed on our wrists
we only raise our fists when no-one's watching
we only raise our fists when no-one's watching
we bust our arses to make it look effortless
and every day is judgment day
we keep our songs upbeat, with a catchy chorus
cos that's what the radio stations like to play