Steve Fly – 2020: Squintin Quarantino (Free PDF Copy)

2020: SQUINTIN QUARANTINO by Steven James Pratt a.k.a Steve Fly Steve Fly is a native of Stourbridge UK, now an Amsterdam resident who plays drums, spins vinyl, writes novels and literary and cultural commentary, maintains a flock of websites and works in various other art forms without visible restraint. Iron Man Records is pleased to be able to offer a free copy of Steve Fly's latest work, just click the link above. Steve Fly says of his book "One of my new year's resolutions for 2020 was to communicate on social media using a limited amount of syllables. I planned to write one or more haiku-like poems each day and condense…

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The Imagine Nation

“Under the present system of mass education by classes too much stress is laid on teaching and too little on active learning. The child is not encouraged to discover things on his own account. He learns to rely on outside help, not on his own powers, thus losing intellectual independence and all capacity to judge for himself. The over-taught child is the father of the newspaper - reading, advertisement - believing, propaganda - swallowing, demagogue - led man – the man who makes modern democracy the farce it is.” – Aldous Huxley, Proper Studies (1927) Culture Industry is a term coined by Theodor Adorno (1903–69) and Max Horkheimer (1895–1973), who argued…

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Clouds Of Dust

Bush to the left of them Blair to the right Into the valley of death   Drove the 5,000 In a great cloud of dust Into the jaws of Hell   "There's not to reason Or ask of them why There's is to do and to die"   After all that has gone There's no turning back For a Suicidal Cavalry Attack   Who wants to be the last one to die? In a war that already is lost Who wants to be the last one to die? In a war that doesn't exist   Two steps forward Then three steps back For a line that was drawn on a map…

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Captain Of My Soul

I am the Captain of my soul I am the master of my fate And I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming home   They'll send you to hell, with a habit of mind They'll make you a monster, with a habit of mind They'll force you to stand, it's a habit of mind And the sound of the shot, is just a habit of mind   They'll put you away, with a habit of mind The sleight of the hand, is a habit of mind They'll say that you're crazy, with a habit of mind They'll burn you alive, with a habit of mind   They'll keep you awake with a…

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Leper Colony

Open the gate to the Leper Colony To a catalogue of quarantined ideas Where the one eyed madmen are imprisoned by the blind To the open sore beneath a concrete sky   Open the gate Open the gate Open the gate to the last Leper Colony   Open the gate to the place of all lost causes To the death of dreams, to the road that goes nowhere To the drone of traffic passing by outside And the rubbish sacks melting in the sun   Open the gate to the last Leper Colony Open the gate to the last Leper Colony Open the gate to the last Leper Colony Open the…

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The Walls

The fucking walls They're closing in They Draw the lines Around my mind Did you see that? Make it stop The fucking walls The fucking walls   The fucking walls They keep us in No one is free You're one of them I hear the voice Inside my head The fucking walls The fucking walls   We're fucking lost The dead walk They know your name And your address They turn you cold With Loneliness The fucking walls The fucking walls   Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun

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The Devil's Masquerade

In the darkness of street light I can see in infra red I can feel a million insect wings Beating in my head "Don't believe the human eye In sunlight or in shade This shadow show of sight and sense Is a Devil's Masquerade"   When there's nothing but hell to pay Know that no one will speak to you Their friendship is a lie To them you're another fool As you watch you life go by Do anything you want You can't take the money with you It's a Devil's Masquerade   Hand over Hand as you climb under the sky Here no one can see you, or try to…

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Death on Credit

Join the "Cult of Amateur" here Selfish, Malignant, inducer of greed Infested with thousands, the fields are alive   Open your eyes Take a good look At the yellowing crust You're stuck on a hook The Spread of the rot There's plague on this land Bring out your dead   A thousand wired networks corrupting the grid Insatiable swarm of digital grubs Encrusting the ploughshare, destroying the crop   Open your eyes Take a good look At the yellowing crust You're stuck on a hook The Spread of the rot There's plague on this land Bring out your dead Bring out your dead   Death on Credit, Death On Credit  …

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Death's Rifles

No response to the order Nothing can make you answer them No Acceptance of the paper No Signature or mark Stood motionless Arms crossed with bowed heads Not the aim of Death's Rifles Will ever make them work   The world is a step outside A grey sunless prison You could drop where you stand No one made it out of here alive To the mines or the marshland Where the wild cherry grows Not the aim of Death's Rifles Could ever make us work   It's all in your mind   All in your mind   Not the freezing of the skin Or the cut of the razor Not the…

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Faaacebook

They outlawed our kind We took to the hills The forest of never be found At night we sit beneath a starlit sky Is this the meaning of Free?   What Kind of plan takes the food from their hands Expects us to do as they say We'll fight to the death until the last man down Ideas cannot die?   Learn the maze, stay on the screen Only take what they give you for free   Borders are not for keeping you out They're for keeping the slaves inside Sign up today, all they want is a name How much will it cost you to play?   People will one…

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Hooligan Jihad

50 Dogs, Broken Burner Freezing Squat, No Light   Hooligan Jihad   Gender Terror, Ice Cream Hand-woven, Vegan Kitchen   Hooligan Jihad   Broken Sink, Plum Vodka Pedal Power, Banana Wine   Hooligan Jihad Hooligan...........................Jihad   You can't play crust in fucking flip-flops.....   You ruined my crust dream with your fucking flip-flops....   Hey Mark...let's go buy kuemmerling.....one hit....coma   Hooligan Jihad Hooligan Jihad Hoo -Li -Gan -Ji -Had   Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun - Hooligan Jihad CD

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Beautane

One Last prayer to the god of despair (no going home, there's nowhere to go) one more drop for the firing squad (youre up to the wall, up to the wall) the shot will stop you dead on the spot   all i hear, the railway lines, how many years will it take   nothing but the long slow drop (no turning back, its all going black) how deep will you go, into the hole (into the hole, youre into the hole) huddled masses, cold in the dark   all i see, the black and white, flickering screen of despair   the sun burns down, on a desert world nothing but…

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Gone

Today could be a good day Today could be our last day You never know your time to die My days are spent far underground Away from infra red and gunsights They'll never find us here   Ill put them back Ill put them back into the ground   The trees keep me invisible No human eye will ever find me I wont come quietly There are no devils in these hearts But their actions cannot pass me I'll take them one by one   Ill put them back I'll put them back into the ground   Ill put them back   Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun -…

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OK Bye

You keep us afraid of what they might do 2 million walked the streets but still you went ahead you sit in your chair and think youre bullet proof a stroke of your pen will send them to their death   youre just a chair man protected by law you offer justice no one can afford you watch on tv behind your walls now we've come for you come to stop your war   ok bye, ok bye, ok bye ........etc (re do all these in your own style or your asian call centre woice.... but try and vary each one a little bit)   They Call You Chairman the "madman"…

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More Helicopters

Had me sign a dotted line sent me out there doing time trained me hard, worked my mind we broke their hearts and blew their minds   how many people die for a worthless cause how many people die i dont wanna die in some desert war i dont want to die   think of all of them back home we're out here fighting on our own spend their time in politics send us fighting into shit   how many people die for some stupid war how many people die i dont want to die in your fucking war i dont want to die   now i'm coming home, now i'm…

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