Song list & Siouxsie Sioux

The Dandy Warhols
Not If You Were the Last Spiker on Earth

Ramones
1*2*3*4! Let’s Rock ’n’ Roll with the Ramones!

The Chemical Muthas
Muthas Gonna FU Up

Fluorida Foulup
An Ode to Fluoridation

Monty Python
Always Look on the Bright Side of Shit

The Fluoridehack Song

“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music.”
Kurt Vonnegut

All known human cultures have made music. Unlike Kurt Vonnegut I am not religious, and am inclined to think that the genesis of musical magic is in its melding of emotion, communication, patterns, and creativity, and the part each of those has played in human evolution. Regardless, the experience of music is both a visceral and intellectual reminder that humans are not simply machines to be driven, cows to be milked, statistics to be manipulated, mushrooms to be kept in the dark and fed bullshit, drones to be programmed, dogs to be instructed at obedience school, beans to be counted, meat to be minced, lab rats to be experimented on, or bugs to be squashed or kept in a glass jar. The mentality of the forced-fluorifuckation freaks is that people are any one of those things; that they are objects to be dominated, not equals to be allowed to live freely.

The Killing Jar by Siouxsie and the Banshees appears to thematically emulate The Collector by (English, despite the name) Siouxsie Sioux’s countryman John Fowles, a novel about a butterfly collector who “collects” an artistic young woman and imprisons her in his house. Many things in life are complex, but forced-fluoridation is very simple. It is a choice between the humane and the inhumane. Choose life.

The Killing Jar
Down where this ugly man seeks his sustenance
Down in the blue, midnight flare
A glass hand cuts through the water
Scything into his twisted roots

Then from his eyes spring fireflies
Breathing life into a roaring disguise
Needles and sins, sins and needles
He’s gasping for air in the wishing well

Dust to rust, ashes on gashes
Hand around the killing jar
Hand around the killing jar

A soft hoodwink of shadows, the size of make-believe
Punches through his spike of rage
A glass hand cuts through the water
Snuffing out the magic fury

Then from inside bolt lightning cries
Swiftly crushed the final, muffled sighs
Needles and sins, sins and needles
He’s gasping for air in the wishing well

Dust to rust, ashes on gashes
Hand around the killing jar
Hand around the killing jar

Hand around the killing jar
Hand around the killing jar

Hand around the killing jar
Hand around the killing jar

The killing jar

 

The Dandy Warhols
Not If You Were the Last Spiker on Earth

Ramones
1*2*3*4! Let’s Rock ’n’ Roll with the Ramones!

The Chemical Muthas
Muthas Gonna FU Up

Fluorida Foulup
An Ode to Fluoridation

Monty Python
Always Look on the Bright Side of Shit

The Fluoridehack Song