"fightsongforanewgeneration (Live 2001)" genre: General Children's Music
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	Performed 12/13/01 at the Hamilton St Cafe & Stage.
	Credits: Vocals: Jay Insult, Guitar: Mike Regrets & Matt Dango, Bass: Sean Moran, Drums: Tommy Infamous; Lyrics: Jay Insult, Music: Tucker Brennan
	Story Behind the Song Performed 12/13/01 at the Hamilton St Cafe & Stage. The fightsong is intended as the rallying cry for the the Insults Army. Because, the Insults are not truly a band, in the sense that a band's purpose is mainly to make music that gets better and better. In classic punk rock spirit, we strive to write good songs and to constantly get better with our instruments, but our main concern is the power of our message, which we employ as a weapon in our war on ignorance. I mean, we're not rock stars, we're just kids with ideas. And if you're reading this, chances are you are, too. Therefore, not only are we the Insults, but anybody who checks us out, or Hell, even anyone who doesn't KNOW about us, but believes in our message of living life according to what one believes is best, rather than the often negative influences of the outside world. These ideas, which recur through almost all of our songs, are crystallized in the fightsong. The Insults Army wants to enlist the new generation. And the only uniform is whatever you want to wear. The only orders are to follow your OWN morals, not to mistake irresponsiblity and recklessness for freedom, and not to oppress and mock the other kids whose ideas are different from yours. The new generation, my generation, are the children of the original hippies, one of the most deceptively destructive-by their own design or not-forces in American culture's history. There certainly was a lot to revolt against in the '50s amd '60s, and society was indeed repressive and conformist. That social change was needed is not in dispute. The problem is, the hippies won battles, and replaced one oppressive over-society with another. "Meet the new boss, same as the old boss," indeed. Now that they're the elders and parents of America, a new generation is being raised in an environment where we are supposed to believe that if we're not the first on our block to have sex or to smoke pot, then we're rubbish. And kids are no less viscious to those that are different than they were in the '50s...now in fact there are even more groups to lash out at. The neo-hippies who worship Trey Anastasio and Phish aren't any better than the ones who bowed to Garcia and the Dead, and the news ones aren't even as socially conscious...now they can spend all their days in pursuit of drugs and sex. The Insults want to put the new generation on the right track. Idealistic? Yes. But if we can't improve society, we're pretty well done over, anyway, so why not have a go at it? The original punks of the '70s were the first group with the balls to say, "Hey, what the hippies did wasn't all the good it was cracked up to be!" It's time again for the youth to cast off the over-society trying to run our lives. And this time, it should be done right. It's a panacea to believe that as long as you can do lots of drugs, have illicit sex, and listen to the Grateful Dead, that you're free. You're just imprisoned in the expectations of a dead movement that's reached the end of its rope. What we need to foster is *true* freedom, where we can be different from each other and be accepted. Maybe people should be free to experiment and screw up, it's not my or any one person's place to decide, but they DEFINITELY should be free to choose not to participate without being made a social pariah. Of course, pop-culture these days doesn't tend to like teenagers with different ideas. We are to consume what's on MTV (pop for the good kids, and safe major label metal and rap rebels we can monitor for the "weird" ones), dress like we don't mean trouble (any overpriced store will do, don't worry, fashion is dictated!) and see the kids "just like us!" in the movies having sex and getting wasted, and follow suit. I say, why? But this society takes that as an insult. To question is an insult. I question, I don't like their music, I don't wear their clothes, I don't use their drugs. So my existence, *I* am an Insult. And chances are if you've gotten this far and it's at least made you think, then most likely you're an Insult, too. Lyrics Go against what they tell you to do! To your own self always be true! No one can say what is best for you! This world needs a new point of view! Go! We don't fit in for how we dress Take one look at us and guess if we care less! We don't fit in for how we think Cause the way most people think today really stinks! We don't fit in for what we say And we wouldn't have it any other way! We don't fit in for how we look But we've stopped caring about the abuse we once took! And now we're throwing it back... We are insults To society! We are insults To propriety! We are insults To music theory! And we are insults! To every last hippie... We are the insults...that won't be silenced...for anybody!!! Go! We don't fit in cause we don't smoke dope I'm sorry if we've found better ways to cope! We don't fit in for what we do But that doesn't mean we need advice from you! We don't fit in because of how we sound But you can't stop us, you can't bring us down! We don't fit in for how we speak the truth But ours is the the music, the voice of the youth! And that's why we're so insulting... We are insults To society! We are insults To propriety! We are insults To music theory! And we are insults! To every last hippie... We are the insults...that won't be silenced...for anybody!!! Oi oi oi! Oi oi oi! Oi oi oi!

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