DK downsizing 1986 – The rest of you are all our termites now


If only people could shrink
Our world wouldn’t be so overcrowded
Bring ourselves down to size
There’d be so much more food to go ’round
Why don’t we build a machine
With all the know-how of the industries
We put a man on the moon
On earth we’ll need more room to breathe real soon
Drink your vaccine and let’s shrink
And bring your poodle so it doesn’t eat us
The roads will be so wide
No traffic jams when we’re half a foot tall
Bring what you need down here
We’ll shrink it all by microwave
Don’t want to die like dinosaurs
We’ll have enough resources to go round
So now you’ve made the big shrink
Meanwhile we’ll keep acting big
We well-bred beautiful people
Who says we have to go too?
Cops and Mason businessmen
Were exempted from the ovens
As if you weren’t already.
The rest of you are all our termites now
From the great album Bedtime for Democracy (1986) by Dead Kennedys.

 America needs a new Jello

It is strange how the songs of Jello Biafra and The Dead Kennedys are more relevant than ever. Scary and slightly prophetic b/c Trump takes the prejudice and oozing vibes of death to the next level – which even Jello could not have predicted. Reagan was a heartfelt Santa compared to Trump the hate monger.

From the album Frankenchrist (1985)

“This Could Be Anywhere (This Could Be Everywhere)”

Cold concrete apartments
Rise up from wet black asphalt
Below them a few carcasses
Of the long gone age of privacy

It takes a scary kind of illness
To design a place like this for pay
Downtown’s an endless generic mall
Of video games and fast food chains

One by one
The little houses are bricked up and condemned
A subtle hint to move
Before the rats move in

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
Those new kids at school seem cool
But dad says not to talk to them
Stick to your old friends
They’re not our kind
So now there’s lots of fights

So many people I know
Come of age tense and bitter-eyed
Can’t create so they just destroy
Let’s set someone’s dog on fire

Empty plastic
Culture slum suburbia
Is a war zone now
Sprouting the kinds of gangs
We thought we’d left behind

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
Kids at school are taking sides
Along color and uniform lines
My dad’s gone and bought a gun
He says he’s fed up
With crime in this town
This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
I hope I’m gone before it explodes
I linger late at night
Waiting for the bus
No amount of neon jazz
Could hide the oozing vibes of death
My dad’s a vigilante now
He’s bringing home these weird-ass friends
Like the guy who fires blanks at his TV
When Kojak’s on
Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun
To his sixteen-year-old daughter’s friends
Whose sense of pride and hope
Is being in the police reserve

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere-Everywhere


American prophetic dystopia by Jonze & the Butler brothers in the short film

Scenes From the Suburbs…

Is this short a future glimpse of living in America if Trump comes to power?

Arcade Fire/Jonze & Jello shared nightmare visions of a even more divided and segregated America feels closer than ever – with Trump so close to the ultimate power.

America, how did it get to this?

Even if Trump looses. What about the next election? What Evil Character will take his place?

It is downright scary.

Man oh man, USA.

Wake up.  Please.

The fear is here.


We need another Jello…

Segregation 2016 Milwaukee—knaekker-usa-over-i-to/