Fuck shit up wingnut dishwashers union lyrics

Closer 'My Idea of Fun' contains the lines ' Well I don't wanna kill a cop, what I want is neighborhoods where they don't have to get called when the shit goes down, ГўВЂВcos our friends they are enough, and our neighbors have enough. Sometimes it's depressing and deadly serious: 'Proudhon in Manhattan', the opener, and one of my favourite songs ever, takes in loneliness, ideology.even apocalypse. Teenage and drunkard-friendly in that the passion is there in force, and the choruses are excellent (the album could have benefited from some gang vocals), and smart too, and not 'smart' in that it's some dude talking about killing cops and then referencing Bakunin. Now, I don't want to write a review where I just quote lots of lyrics, but it's difficult to avoid. So many instruments allow a great diversity in the style of the songs, and the rough recording gives either a bare, lonely feel or a raucous touch to the album too, which matches Pat's voice (a cross among a feral scream, a surprised yelp and a country croon) and the lyrics. Some songs and parts of songs are stripped-back acoustic strumming, with a dash of harmonica some are rough, folky punk some have both at the same time, which actually works really well. Sample lyric: ' Here's to our lives being pointless, and how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose.' Wingnut, though less obsessed with wreckage and acid, was similar in many respects: sometimes sad sometimes satirical sometimes pessimistic sometimes hopeful.ДЄfter Wingnut's debut of fully acoustic folk-punk, Pat is working with electric and acoustic elements: electric guitar and bass are as well-represented here as are fiddle, double bass and harmonica. That band's lyrics detailed a search for anti-capitalist freedom through self-destruction, depression and drug abuse. Wingnut Dishwasher's Union was the catchily named project anarchist singer-songwriter Pat the Bunny (I think I'm correct in assuming that's not his real name), formed after the demise of his rough anarchist folk-punk collective Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains. If you're not someone who despises fiddles, banjos, enthusiasm, acoustic guitars played fast, kittens and spring flowers, or the kind of person who will complain that a person can't sing very well (newsflash: this is punk, not opera), but digs their early Against Me! and Andrew Jackson Jihad, then you will love this record. Folk-punk is constantly being insulted in some way, and its haters are going to hate.

Fuck shit up wingnut dishwashers union lyrics