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The Martyr IndexJenny From le bloc - Lead Vocals

Marek Vermin - Lead Vocals + Guitar + Harmonica

Jimmy James - Guitar

Ian The Baker Maki - Bass + VocalsCasey Lewis - Contraptions + Percussion + Vocals + Keyboards

All Songs Creative Commons 2008 The Martyr Index except Security Creative

Commons 2008 The Martyr Index and Spencer Jo Burgess

Produced by Casey Lewis and the Martyr Index

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Echo Base Studio by Casey Lewis

Guests:

Violins by Philip Sebastian Cimolai

Sermon on the Rock on The Baghdad Shuffle by Reverend Motown Philly

Introduction Guitar Lead on Its Called Rock n Roll by Jackson Phibes

Bellowing Vocals on Divide et Imperia by Jeff Iversen

TMI Chorus: Bel Biv DBeau, Gayrot Hamtrix, Sha-Pam! Hyde, LindsayMay Read, Basket Weevers, Carl, K-Hova Battlesnake, Garfield Thelonious

Remington III, Teddy Famous, Stewart Sharples, Chester Chet Wirthmoore,

Shart Beeswax, J-KO, Caitlin Jane Parsons, James Bell, Cynthia Cynful

Synenko, photog, Marcus Levar Lake, Iain Law, and Robert David straight

edge al Alexander Whitford

All artwork Creative Commons 2008 The Martyr Index

Photography: Kyle Weevers

Lighting: Matt Eakin

Modeling: Kelsey Andries

Make-up: Jaimie Hackston

Art Direction: Marek VerminAlbum Design, Photo Manipulation and Layout: Marek Vermin
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3/20

A WoRD AND a bEATFeedback from the satellites, its all just

a cycling hummmm. Loops of palatableplastic waste: chewing digital bubble-

gum. Dont stop running when you

hear it coming, Weve gotta keep us

on the move. The steel wheels turning

as the flags are burnin And weve got

nothing to prove - Nothing to prove!

We are doing fine. Down here rockin

all the time. With a word and a beat

and 600 watts a strumming, From the

underground you can hear the train a

comin, yeah!

A manifesto issued forth today from the

disautomatik brigade. It said Gone are

the days of the streets of romance And

the safe, safe, censored airwaves. We

kick our radios off the bridge tonight,

We steal our music back from the skyWe mash-up, trash-up, love like we

love, cause were taking our own

piece of the pie! And there aint no

why?

We are doing fine! Down here rockin

all the time. With a word and a beatand 600 watts a strumming, From the


comin miles away!

We are doing fine! Down here rockin

all the time. With a word and a beatand 600 watts strumming, From the


comin miles away! We are doing fine

Roots radicals rockin all of the time

With a word and a beat and 20 strings

strumming, In the underground you can

always hear it coming! Yeah!

Were doing fine! And we dont mind!

Well be just fine! When the industry

dies! Let it die!

Words and Music by Marek Vermin

What is called the music business today... is not the business of producing music. At some point it became

the business of selling CDs in plastic cases, and that business will soon be over.

- David Byrne
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wASPS To honeyIt takes a certain kind of measure,

Transforming genius into gold. Likean orgasmic venal pleasure That only

leaves you cold. Sweet, decadent

sensation Exists for nothing but itself

A suicidal situation - Profit over all else

Can you hear the swarm a comin?

Sleek suits, red ties, Fortune clinging

like the truth to lies. Like wasps to

honey, That swarm dont care bout

who made their money. Bright whites,

glib eyes - Whats it take to forget

those lies? Like wasps to honey

Swarm after swarm, and they just keep

coming

Its just an automatic gesture When

you train it from birth. Reach in toapply pressure And squeeze for all

its worth. Can you hear the hive a

buzzin?

Sleek suits, red ties - Fortune clinging

like the truth to lies. Like wasps tohoney, That swarm dont care bout

who made their money. Bright whites,

glib eyes - Whats it take to forget

those lies? Like wasps to honey

Swarm after swarm, and they just keep

on coming, yeah!


Some of the most infamous human rights violations of this era, which have tended to be viewed as sadistic

acts carried out by anti-democratic regimes, were in fact either committed with the intent of terrorising the

public or actively harnessed to prepare the ground for radical free-market reforms.

- Naomi Klein (The Shock Doctrine)

...under capitalism, we cant have democracy by definition. Capitalism is a system in which the central

institutions of society are in principle under autocratic control. Thus, a corporation or an industry is, if we were

to think of it in political terms, fascist; that is, it has tight control at the top and strict obedience has to be

established at every level - theres little bargaining, a little give and take, but the line of authority is perfectly

straightforward. Just as Im opposed to political fascism, Im opposed to economic fascism. I think that until

the major institutions of society are under the popular control of participants and communities, its pointless

to talk about democracy.

- Noam Chomsky

Capitalism has destroyed our belief in any effective power but that of self-interest backed by force...

- George Bernard Shaw
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6/20

iTs caLleD RocK n roll1954 Bill Haley and His Comets Came

to rock us around the clock. The kidswent crazy and jumped out of their

seats And that Bo Diddley boogie

Got em bopping to the beat. With the

moondog wailin over the airwaves

A revolution was sounded That

could never be grounded. Roll OverBeethoven was the anthem of the kids

on the street!

The call of young rebels rang out

across the globe From London to

Berlin, Sydney to Tokyo, Stockholm,

Beirut, Rio de Janeiro. The kids of

the world flew the flag of rock and

roll. One generation united, passions

ignited, They couldnt get no hey,

hey, hey!Kick out the Jams Was themessage from the kids on the street!

Its called Rock n Roll

We want the truth, we want the real

Cause weve got soul and weve gotfeel. Were the kids who wont be told,

who wont be controlled, Undermined,

bought out, packaged and sold...

Were still fucking in the back seats,

jumpin to the up-beats, Bringin the

riots down to the city streets, And our

insurgency is something They cant

control - Its called Rock n Roll


In 1950s America, all of the narrow minds and the misanthropic

cultural, political and economic tyrants holding segregation inplace couldnt stop the advance of a youth culture that insisted

the kids should be united. The cultural power of rock n roll, a

music that combined the traditions of country and blues and

gospel, took the world by force. Skeptics claimed it could never

last and conservatives said that it was a deviation from the

natural order, but rock n roll endured, a truly powerful art form

associated from its inception with rebellion and multicultural

cross-pollination. It spread rapidly across the globe, mingling

with indigenous sounds wherever it went, proving its cultural

power to adapt while still maintaining its exuberance and theessence of youth rebellion.

Every time rock n roll became stagnant, overly institutionalized

and sanitized, a new generation would come along and kick it

a new asshole, reclaiming it for themselves and taking the piss

out of the accountants and lawyers who knew nothing about

music, but controlled the worlds recording industries. In the1960s rock re-emerged, along with new rock-influenced forms

of funk and jazz, as a driving force behind the various protest

and revolutionary movements throughout the world, shaking

the world order from its very roots and spawning hundreds of

sub-genres, including heavy metal, hip-hop and punk rock; and

eventually all of their sub-genres too.

Independently created and produced music spread throughout

the world, carrying the spirit of rock n roll to the masses of

youth who, to this day, engage in multifarious forms of artfulrebellion and continue to use rock music to inspire themselves

to action!

viva rock n roll!
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7/20

oso blancoThere aint a single story That comes

from out of nowhere. Every tales gotits roots in a moment of truth Deep in

the core of the legends we bear. Well,

Robin Hood must have stood for more

Than just rob from the rich and give

to the poor: An idea, a hope, the

will to fight, And the courage to giveeverything for something right. Let the

people sing

Its a long way to Nottingham Shire

Or Chiapas, Mexico, But you cant tell

me that Robin Hood aint real Since the

feds caught up with Oso Blanco!

The cynics might bury their hope And

treat their fear with cocaine. But sure

as terror still chills in New Mexicos

heat, You know it gives the streets

their name. Well he aint no HollywoodGod now, Up on the silver screen,

smooth and debonair. The real deal

looks, talks and fights like the streets

A hard-living red man with black, black

hair. So let the people sing



me that Robin Hood aint real, Since

the feds caught up with Oso Blanco!



me that Robin Hood aint real, Since

the feds caught up with Oso Blanco!

I am still able to hold my head up and feel the gratification for my work in a world where money, power, and

destructive industry are regarded far above humanity, indigenous, and impoverished peoples and cultures. I

cannot help that I got into my work. - Oso Blanco

Byron Shane Chubbuck, also known as Oso Blanco, is a wolf clan Cherokee/Choctaw raised in New Mexico.

Throughout 1998 and 1999 he robbed a number of banks and used the proceeds to send assistance to the

Zapatista Rebels in Chiapas, Mexico. After the FBI learned that he was giving the money away to aid the poorand the dispossessed they dubbed him Robin the Hood. Following his arrest Oso Blanco was sentenced to

80 years in a federal prison and he is currently serving that sentence in the US.

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8/20

HosTageKneeling on the ground, Blindfolded,

gagged and bound. Cant hear afucking sound, But I feel them all

around. Theyre watching me

theyre haunting me. I feel my mind is

gonna split And they dont give a shit

Watching me What do they want

from me? The nights of terror nevercease. I pray and pray for my release

Hostage! Im a hostage!

Panoptic from inside. There is no place

to hide. Dont need a jail or cell Inside

my private hell: Im watching me

Im haunting me. I cant move to get

away, Im always lying there in wait

Watching me Why are they taunting

me? Eyes burn through behind my

skull. The truth seems inconceivable



Flesh unfit for meat markets, Hammered

well beyond senseless. For what?For what, indeed? Battered souls and

bullet holes, The Dow is up now as

they close. Whoah, and thats the

status quo! Hostage!

Just look at what weve done todayWeve been too long turning away

Hostage! Im a hostage! Hostage! Im a

hostage! Hostage! Youre a hostage!

Hostage! Everyone a hostage!

Hostage! No more: hostage!


Discipline may be identified neither with an institution nor with an apparatus; it is a type of power, a modality

for its exercise, comprising a whole set of instruments, techniques, procedures, levels of application, targets;it is a physics or an anatomy of power, a technology.

- Michel Foucault (Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison)
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Power does not simply reside in an act of force from one

body on another. Power is also regulated by acts of will

upon other wills. When humans engage in relationshipsof power with each other it isnt the same as smashing

a rock with a hammer. Thats an act of force, which is a

type of power, but its not intersubjective power. Power

relations between two subjects happen in the space

where their wills meet and where societal discourses

regulate assumptions. Thus, social power is dispersed

in the form of discourse and knowledge. But that isnt

to say that violence isnt a major component of therelations of power. Certainly the expectation of violence

produces some of the most profound understandings

we have. However, even though violence is a form of

communication that establishes a relationship of wills,

the power of violence should be distinguished from the

power relation that is reinforced through its use. The

ultimate recourse of violence is in death, but through

death the relation of power is dissolved. There is nothingleft to speak of. The king wields no social power if he

has no subjects.

So, in order to counter the patterns of power that we

wish to disengage, we need to start to unravel their

discourses and establish new positions from which to

speak. We need to recognize the places in which our

acquiescence not only reinforces unwanted power,

but creates it and redistributes it. We need to createcounter-power discourses to those that allow for the

dispensing of torturous socio-economic regimes. If

shock and awe, Guantanamo and Abu Ghraib are not

to represent the secret desires of our societies, we need

to unmake the framework that allowed these atrocities

to speak for us. It is too simple to dismiss them as a

product of intelligence agencies in the US, because

it comes from elsewhere more pervasive than just theannals of the CIAs Kubark manual. These discourses are

embedded deep in our notions of legitimate authority,

terror, fear, and discipline.
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10/20

calgAry LibreIn my home town, theres governmental

dynasties And cinematic sunsetsover the refineries. Dirty boots on the

avenue looking for work today, Hoping

to find a reason to stay hey, hey!

In my home town, theres gentrifying

BRZs, Imagining and marketing specialkinds of enemies. Atomic citizens

looking for a world outside their door

And some forgot what theyre living

for

Its more than oil dollars and concrete

walls. Its more than farmers markets

and community halls. Its more than just

social inequity. These streets and fields

weve made our homes. Theyre marked

with blood and broken bones. We live

between sewage and dreams, Hope

and lies and love and economy - Thisis Calgary

Calgary libre! This is our home!




Words by Marek Vermin

Music by Jimmy James and Marek Vermin

Calgary Libre! is the name of a local soccer team

that Mark Vermin co-founded and has played on

for a number of years. The team is what couldbe called a microcosmos of Calgarys diverse

communities.

Not only is Soccer a reflection of the animalistic

pleasure and pain of life, but it is also an escape.

When the struggles we engage in seem to become

hopeless, we need these havens of freedom to

play and forge meaningful friendships. And ifwe step back for a moment, we realize also all

the good weve done along the way and all the

potential that we have. The land beneath your feet

is the heart of the game and it is on this soil that

we attempt to move forward, to forge history and

make the world a better place.

Historically Calgary has been a tragicallyconservative city, often associated with a

backwards mentality. Indeed, Albertas oil wealth

has made the cities of this province very wealthy,

and with that wealth has come a decadent culture

of waste and isolation. It has also drawn people to

this part of the country at an alarming rate, causing

an unprecedented population boom. However, the

influx of cultures has opened Calgary up and

has brought ideas that can challenge the long-held reactionary socio-political world view of this

redneck wonderland.

Calgary is not just a city of faux-cowboys and

oil barons. It is also a locale for free thinkers,

radicals, artists and freaks. This is our home.

Viva Calgary Libre!
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11/20

life And debTFrom exalted to human with the stroke

of a pen Doesnt seem to mean muchthese days. Cause when push comes

to shove, that bomb drops from above

And the children put the city ablaze.

Just cause the monkeys in suits wont

tally me banana Doesnt mean thembellies dont really ache. A noose

round the neck aint a cash-able

cheque, But thats the only deal the

IMF makes. How far that branch gives

before it breaks?

Who can you turn to? Desperate timesforce the desperate hand, yeah.

Who can you turn to when the money

mans got the key? Who can you

turn to? Desperate times cross this

desperate land, yeah. Who can you

turn to?

White dollars, they come to play in the

sun: Margaritas in the tropical heat.But that money wont find you black

peace of mind, Only bullets in the city

streets. Cause when you cant buy

the seed and the land yields weeds,

You sit around always waiting. Yeah,

waiting for the time when you needto rise And put an end to all of this

debating; All of this fussing and a

fighting.

Who can you turn to? Desperate times

force the desperate hand, yeah.

Who can you turn to when the IMFlock the door? Who can you turn to?

Desperate times cross this desperate

land, yeah. Who can you turn to?

Sing loud til the world cant ignore

anymore.

Jamaica is a case study in the brutality of unfettered

capitalism. While western tourists play in the countrys

paradisiacal beaches, smothered in opulence, the

people of Jamaica struggle to survive in a continuous

downward spiral of poverty. Incapable of competing

with the imports like subsidized powdered milk

flowing in from the US and with companies likeChiquita and Dole, whose bananas are often grown

under slave-like conditions, Jamaicas economy has

been eviscerated. The IMF and the World Bank have

raped almost every economy in the third world with

their structural adjustment programs, ensuring that

the rich and powerful move with unlimited access,

while the poor suffer and starve, immobile. The

freedom of capital has replaced the dream of freedom

for the people.

This song was inspired by Stephanie Blacks film

Life and Debt. For more information go to

http://www.lifeanddebt.org

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13/20

The BaghdAd shuffleLong-tailed Scorpion baking in the

heat. Desert Sands shifting to the beatof the feet, yeah. From the Midwest

to the Middle East, barrels on their

plates, ready for the feast. Black blood

of the Earth boils neath the sands, so

they send their young to die and kill in

far-off lands.

Lets burn the Oceans, lets burn the

Seas. Lets burn our future in our

SUVs. Kill and maim in conveniences

name until every drop is found. Do the

Baghdad Shuffle til we hit the ground.

G-7 cannibals around the fire. ...iko,

iko, with a 3rd world picnic for the

funeral pyre, yeah. Theres a thorn in

their side and glint in their eye. Cut the

moustache off and the beast will die.

The UNs not invited when they twist

and hop, the oil down the desert way

gotta shake it to the top.

Drown us in deception, drown us in

disease. Keep us fearing phantom

killers and WMDs. Keep us filling our

tanks with blood until every gallons

burned. Do the Baghdad Shuffle til the

world has turned.

Empires crumble and empires fall. What

does an empire do with its back to

the wall? Rome or Texas, its the same

old lies, the figurehead postures while

Democracy dies, the Moneymen rape,dollars in their eyes, until the corpses

of the innocent are drawing flies.

Lets burn the Oceans, lets burn the

Seas.

Words and Music by Casey Lewis

The United States wants to implement a grand plan to control the sources of Iraqi oil... They want to preoccupy

the people with the security issue to implement this plan...

- Shaykh Hasan al-Zarqani, the Al-Sadr Movement in Iraq

Of course its about oil, we cant really deny that.

- General John Philip Abizaid (U.S. Central Command)
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14/20

securiTyShes looking down from a ladder shes

been climbing for years, Through youthand love and heartbreak, through

blood and sweat and tears. Shes got

a great big house and shes popular in

bars, Got a kid in med school and she

drives expensive cars.

Shes been falling up that ladder since

God knows fucking when And the

ulcer in her stomach is acting up again

She could tell you the price of

everything she owns And what she

tips the college boys who come when

shes alone

And she wonders and I wonder What

went wrong? Integrity turned tragedy

Screaming for security.

She counted out her pennies and

tossed them in a box. Dropped the boxin the ocean, drank her face off at the

docks. Kicked around the harbour all

night long. Looking out on how to get

back to the place where she belongs

Shes got her eyes on the stars and

shes screaming on her knees. Asking

someone something, asking anyone

please. Shes got a bottle in her left

hand and a pistol in her right, But

whomever it is shes asking cant help

Cant help her tonight

Words by Spencer Jo

Music by Marek Vermin

We are born into a world where progressive alienation is a false marker of success. We struggle to the point

of almost killing ourselves so that we can be free of one of the very things that makes us human - our need

for each other. Fetishes are used as stand-ins for human interactions and in a consumerist society we drive

ourselves to madness collecting objects to replace every lost interaction, every missing love. When we achieve

our every desire, we keep reaching out, insatiably looking for more. We obsess over that last missing thing

and unless we realize that what we were looking for is something that doesnt exist, we can never be satisfied.There will always be that yearning for the impossible - security.


15/20

a garden for Every fisTRaise your fist in the air, Stick your

trowel in the ground. Get up, get down,shake it all around. Get your get on

to the rock n roll sound. Shooting

up like grass through the sidewalk,

Eco-systems in the city streets. Were

working our way through the gaps

in the concrete, Busting open right

beneath our feet.

Oh! Can you see it? The living city right

before your eyes. Oh! Can you hear it?

Letting us know shes only in a new

guise. Theres no revolution Until we

touch the ground, reaching down toplant the seeds. Were tilling the soil...

A garden for every fist!

Raise your fist in the air, Stick your

trowel in the ground. Get up, get

down, start it right now. Gotta get amove-on on the under ground. Weve

got a thousand rooftops here Situated

for a little salvation And a million

forgotten spaces Calling out for some

imagination.

Oh! Can you feel it? The naked city

beneath the soles of your feet.Oh! Can you believe it? A metro-

paradise awaits at the end of the

street. Theres no revolution Until we

touch the ground, reaching down to

plant the seeds. Were tilling the soil...

A garden for every fist!

Above the underground, Thats where

you see us now. And this is our

sound Im singin all my people -

cmon an get down!

Oh! Can you see it? It rises up amidstthe foliage. Oh! Can you believe it?

Were working our way into a new age

Theres no revolution Until we touch

the ground, reaching down to plant the

seeds. Theres no revolution Without

soiled hands. Were tilling the soil... Agarden for every fist!


Humanity has passed through a long history of one-sidedness and of a social condition that has always

contained the potential of destruction, despite its creative achievements in technology. The great project of our

time must be to open the other eye: to see all-sidedly and wholly, to heal and transcend the cleavage between

humanity and nature that came with early wisdom. - Murray Bookchin (The Ecology of Freedom)
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Divide et imperia is a Roman term for the theory of

divide and rule. The basic tenet is that in order for an

Empire to extend control effectively into a territorywith a historically strong cultural identity, it is

necessary to encourage potential internal divisions.

The effectiveness of this strategy lies at the core of

a very simple principle: if the people would resist us

because we are the imperialists they detest, we must

foster sectarianism so that they fight each other. This

is precisely what has happened in Iraq today. The

resistance movement against American imperialismin Iraq has been effectively countered by the

splintering of the country into hundreds of primary

allegiances and the evisceration of a long-held Iraqi

national identity. It has allowed the US to force free-

market fundamentalism down the throats of Iraqis

and has resulted in one of the biggest economic

rip-offs of this century, with no end in sight for an

American withdrawal.

This song was initially written as a metaphor for

the role of Ahmed Chalabi, the notorious wanna-be

president of Iraq, who was so despised by Iraqis

that the US had to find another patsy to head the

interim Iraqi Governing Council: the CIA asset Iyad

Allawi. However, the US has repeatedly utilized

numerous Iraqi figureheads, continuously offering

support to a range of competing interests, embroilingmany in divisive patterns of abuse. Further, in 2004

when John Negroponte, the king of the death

squads in Honduras, Nicaragua, and El Salvador,

was appointed ambassador to Iraq, the use of death

squads by American-backed Iraqi leaders, including

government ministries, became prolific. As a result,

these rulers are greatly loathed by many Iraqis and

cant even leave the Green Zone for fear of theirlives. This song is really about all of these stooges

who think that the Empire will protect them forever.


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divide eT iMPeriaMaster! Save me! Remember me, your

little Judas in training Caesar! Dontbetray me! I need your strength, my

people all hate me! I had your word, we

had a deal! My allegiance and title for

your steel! I would be lord, I would be

king, But the lion is turning and bears

his teeth at me!

I should have known and understood

Caesars word is never good. A

carnivores a carnivore and we know

what he came here for. Avarice and

lust! Eyes grow wide! Obscured

shadows at your side! Wounded,beaten, Caesars land: Divide et

imperia!

I seized opportunity. Caesars icy

hand reached out to greet me. His

words so sweet. My enemies wouldgrovel at my feet, But now you do

not heed me, you do not fear me And

Caesars deaf ears no longer hear me

Another chief upon my throne, I beg

for mercy in my own home!



carnivores a carnivore and we know

what he came here for. Avarice andlust! Eyes grow wide! Obscured

shadows at your side! Wounded,

beaten, Caesars land: Divide et

imperia!

Master! Save me! Remember me your

little Judas in training Master! Save

me! I need your strength, my people

hate me!



carnivores a carnivore and we knowwhat he came here for. Avarice and

lust! Eyes grow wide! Obscured

shadows at your side! Wounded,

beaten, Caesars land: Divide et

imperia! Violence and strength like Ive

never seen, Legions of faithful and warmachines Raining fire from Heaven,

cities of dead, Demons eating crude

like it was bread!



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haciendA luisiTaWhen you assumed your jurisdiction

The whole world came knocking onour heads. Weve seen this before, on

the bridge at Mendiola: To the lords

up on high, poors the same as dead.

Looking out from blood-bathed eyes

At his body swinging from the gate, I

thought wheres our law, our soldiers,

our justice? Im only left with my

conscience and my hate And the vile

choice to die hungry or die fighting!

Hacienda Luisita, all Ive ever known

Hacienda Luisita, this hell that I call

home. Though clutched like gold bySolomon, I know, I know this land is

ours in common and we shall be free

You tore our roots from the soil And

we had nowhere left to go. We only

wanted what you promised Well over

40 years ago. We didnt need another

reason To stand up and spit in yourface. The line was drawn in blood by

you And we were imprisoned for life in

your imperial grace With the vile choice

to die hungry or die fighting!


Hacienda Luisita, this hell that I

call home. But like the wind in the

sugarcane, I know, I know we are one

with this land and we shall be free


Hacienda Luisita, this hell that I callhome! Hacienda Luisita, though pushed

beyond your view! Hacienda Luisita, I

will return to you!


What happens when the land-workers decide that they should hold the land-owners and government to their

obligations? The assumption of jurisdiction happens and the army marches in to make sure that nothing really

changes in the system. Well, something did change. People who had lost their hope realized that they really

did matter. The struggle continues...

They can tear our bodies apart with bullets, but they will never be able to massacre the resolve of a people

united.

- ULWU President Rene Galang

Currently the various governments of the world are considering In fact, we believe that increases in digital protections will
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enacting legislation to enforce digital copyright more stringently.

Just like in the 80s when major labels made us weep for the

artists who were losing money because of home taping,

now the industry is crying because digital sharing is causing

untold damage to the poor, starving artists who cant be fairly

remunerated for their hard work.

Of course, fair remuneration of artists is constantly heralded asa rationale for increasing copyright protections when it is very

obvious to any artists involved in the industry that remuneration

within the industry is almost non-existent. Yet artists are being

duped into thinking that theyve been hurt by piracy despite the

fact that independent artists have never made much money from

distribution of sales, partly because channels have largely been

closed to us. Most sales, if you control your own recordings,

come directly off the stage. You play shows and thats where

the music is. However, piracy has changed the dynamic of

distribution. It has levelled the playing field to a certain extent,because people can freely share culture with each other and

get a wider sampling of music. Now it is the tastes of fans that

fuels distribution of music in addition to the traditional album-

to-record-store route that is controlled by a select few in

the industry (and the hierarchy within that structure is pretty

insane too). Piracy is a democratizing effect within the music

industry, because it allows the music to become distributed by

fans based on its connection to them. Their musical tastes are

no longer dependent upon who has the best access to their

regional market, but are now predicated upon what they canscour on the internet and what their friends want to share with

them. As a musician, the whole point is to be able to reach out

to someone and have them feel your music passionately. When

that connection is made, then you have produced something

meaningful. That carries over and people go see the artist live

if they can. If they really care enough, theyll even pay for an

album theyve already pirated. This relationship serves to better

the state of independent music and artists benefit wholly from

being heard.

The movement for increasing copyright protections is obviously

spearheaded by and in the interests of the major publishers and

distributors, not the artists that they have no problem ripping

off in contracts. Yet the majors cite the poor artists whenever

this issue comes up. Unless artists are 100% in control of

distribution and production of their works, which almost never

happens when an artist is considered potentially profitable,

then increased digital protections wont help artists one bit.

Further, increased controls will likely benefit major labels to

the detriment of artists, who usually dont have enough money

before they sign a contract to pay a lawyer to protect their

interests against the record companys team of accountants,

lawyers and other such parasitic agents.

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only serve to hurt smaller artists altogether, unless we find a

new measure for copyrighting material that protects us from

the industry while still allowing fans to access and distribute

it easily. One method is to begin a movement to boycott major

labels by artists and fans. Fuck them. Let them die. Who cares

if 100 bureaucrats dont get paid for every album released? The

industry is a bloated, top-heavy behemoth that needs to take

a serious nose-dive into a pile of its own shit. Another optionis for artists to begin to have their music digitally unprotected.

Artists can opt to have their music released in DRM-free

manners, thus enabling sharing by fans. Finally, support piracy

every chance you get. Make sure that anti-artist/anti-fan//pro-

corporate legislation is opposed and even if it goes through,

continue to violate it. This is a form of civil disobedience in the

cultural arena. We believe that culture shouldnt be restrained

by profit margins. Musical diversity shouldnt just be for people

who can afford to have purchased thousands of records for

their collection.

Copyright should serve to protect artists from the industry, not

the industry from fans! Long live music piracy!

The drafting of pro-corporate digital copyright legislation is part

of a larger initiative, driven by neo-liberal capitalist ideologues

to make the right to unfettered profits the highest universal

principle of humanity. All around us we see initiatives to free

the movement of capital while restricting the movement of labour

and deregulating what communal wealth remains in order tosell it at rock-bottom prices to private market interests. However,

all around the world people are resisting this assault on public

interest in a multitude of ways. From Iraq to the Phillipines,

Bolivia to the US, there are millions of people who are fighting

and creating spaces for alternative discourses to be heard. This

recording is dedicated to all of the people who struggle against

social injustices to make a world for all.

The Martyr Index would like to thank the following for theirinvaluable assistance to us in the two years that this record

was in the making: Lindsay, H-Bowg, Garrett, Kyle, the triangle,

the Kosts, the Bizeks, the department, LCCL, the rest of the

band, the lesbo, the drama queen, all of our supporters, and

all of the amazing bands, promoters, and technicians weve

worked with.


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