Wars Undeclared

by White Collar Crime

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Sander Hicks ((lead singer/songwriter)
Dale W. Miller (Drums)
Nick Colt (Keyboards)
Jon Berger (Bass)

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released April 15, 2016

Engineered by Tom Beaujour (Nada Surf, Juliana Hatfield) at Nuthouse Studios, Hoboken, NJ and mixed by Erik Colvin (Gina Villalobos, Overlord) in Hollywood, CA.

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White Collar Crime New York, New York

Sander Hicks (lead singer/songwriter)
Dale W. Miller (Drums)
Nick Colt (Keys)
Jon Berger (Bass)

Engineered by Tom Beaujour (Nada Surf, Juliana Hatfield) at Nuthouse Studios, Hoboken, NJ and mixed by Erik Colvin (Gina Villalobos, Overlord) in Hollywood, CA.
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Track Name: No Conspiracy Theory
No Conspiracy Theory
Just a set of facts you don’t want to hear
It’s like Cassandra of Troy
is still alive in my ears
You don’t want to know you don’t want to see
But more and more people are coming to believe
How did those Towers fall?
Were there bombs in the walls?
What melted all that steel?
The Government lives off your trust
So please don’t test the dust
The War on Terror is the
war on the real
No Conspiracy Theory
Just a set of facts you don’t want to hear
It’s like Cassandra of Troy
is spitting her truth into your ears
You don’t want to know you don’t want to see
But more and more people are coming to believe
And you let ‘em search your bag
just for riding on their filthy subway
the Bill of Rights did not call in sick today
and the psychotic war machine
lives on a fuel of lies
you could take this slingshot, spread the truth
hit the Giant right between the eyes
No, your problem is that think
it’s still the 50’s
You’ve got this image in your head of normality
You’d like to think this country
is all about democracy
So you believe the lies they taught you to believe
And No Conspiracy Theories
Just a set of facts you don’t want to hear
It’s like Cassandra of Troy
is spitting her truth into your ears
You don’t want to know you don’t want to see
But more and more people are coming to believe
Who shot the Kennedys?
Yo Mick Jagger
It was not “you and me”
Morales and Campbell
watched as RFK fell
The same CIA spooks
shot Jack as well
The cover-up will end at the gates of Hell
Track Name: Nobody Taught You
Nobody taught you
how to act
I realize now
we can’t go back
what I would give you
to get out of your own head
feel someone else’s
pain instead
but you’ve got PTSD
from your childhood
in the Connecticut country
the things they did to you
you now
do to me
I love you
despite our incompatibility
I know you don’t choose
how much
you abuse me
You say
you aren’t angry anymore
the middle class life
is what you strive for
turn a blind eye
to the lies you vote for
a mean of peace
who wages war
somewhere out in Pakistan
a young mother
holds a dead five year old
in her hands
the child
the same age as ours
too much to understand
our drone bombers
by remote control
express the confusion
of your own soul
and the peace
that was in your life
dies somewhere out
in the sand
I love you
despite our incompatibility
I know
you don’t choose
how much you abuse me
you used to try to find your voice
you used to write and sing
sang for the tortured
made a joyful noise
against the silence
over everything
I fell for you then
fell into
your luminosity
your rage from the stage
poured out on the page
of the book
that was me
I’m someone
from another time
your ex husband
has crossed the line
I’m a target for your bombs
a non human being
I love you
despite our incompatibility
I know you don’t choose
how much you abuse me
Track Name: Waltz For Rachel Corrie
She said, “We’re doing a play.”
I said, “What play?”
“‘My Name is Rachel Corrie’
We go up on Friday.”
I recalled the courage
ot that young woman cut down
in Palestine
in that bull-dozed town
she got the play on its feet
I played the Dad
from the Wings I could see
that we weren’t half bad
she was great,
because she didn’t try to do too much
played her part tenderly
with a ghost’s loving touch
the play, the play
I heard you say,
“My name is Rachel Corrie”
that springtime Friday
To really live
you must be willing to die
who here among you
is most alive?
I wish we’d been
just a little more smart
and acted out of love
and not this hole in my heart
we rushed it
I snuffed it
I didn’t use my head
I kissed you
forgive how I rushed you to bed
but I didn’t see you
like I saw you in that play
in the name of the slain
you burned up the stage
and carried your fire
into DC
in the Capitol Building
against torture and agony
you unfurled a banner
you took your stand
against inhuman insanity
the law of the land
Rachel stood with you
the reluctant heroine
she’s with you all
40 hours in the bin
I saw you
I saw you in that play
the dead walk again
in the magic of the stage
to really live,
you must be willing to die
who here among you
is most alive?
Track Name: Columbus Day
Celebrate the exploiting of young Native girls
A three-day weekend for the dominant white man
digging for gold in the New World
Columbus shoots slavery into the pure land
What are you doing Columbus Day?
Why try and make the slaver a saint
locked in hell, colonial mind
the original slaver, always a slave
but can we let the demon out?
can we face the truth of the country?
You love a holiday
I am here to say it’s empty
The Knights of Columbus
march with swords in the church
making the mass eerie and black
they wanted a hero who was holy and Catholic
they picked a demon who would cut off your hands
What do you remember, Columbus Day?
they tricked you to make their slaver a saint
they dress up as slavers, but they are all slaves
The Lion calls the demon out
into the light of the country
everyone enjoys this holiday
we are here to say it’s empty
you celebrate Columbus but he was a pimp
he sold young native girls to soul-eating men
I think of Michael Jackson abused as a child
the demons he was haunted by now and then
everyday is Columus Day
when Billie Jean is in the desert for 40 days
she’s bidding her time
until the end of the world
plotting the liberation of the bought and sold girls
The demons, the angels, the Buddhas, and the saints
are coming out
into the light of the country
The Columbus holiday
reclaimed
renamed,
“Liberator Day from Slavery.”
Track Name: Chicago
Maybe it’s the DNA in the food
or the point of view
in the so-called news
what holds you back
why think you lack
the love
it’d take to love me?
in Chicago
licking your wounds
hiding out
it’s too soon
take your break from dating
I’ll be waiting
with a love wave
to set us free
Annie
love can change your life
this is the story
life’s been begging you to write
write it down with me
I am free
Old Chicago
don’t you hold her back
from me
Love Wave
I see you coming at us
through history
Love Wave
wash us up
to our destiny
we are free
I know you want to pay the banks
that sent you to school
and find a job that’s cool
more heavy on your heart
I know you’re going to start
a warmer form of charity
I’m honest as a head of lettuce
you wonder where will that get us
We have so much in common
Oh Annie come on
you are not limited by your anxiety
Annie
love can change your life
this is the story
life’s been begging you to write
write it down with me
I am free
Old Chicago
don’t you hold her back
from me
Love Wave
I see you
through history
Love Wave
wash us up
to our destiny
we are free
What are you doing now?
Leave Chicago
Come back to the New York City
that is you and me.
Track Name: White Collar Crime Fight Song
For the poor
for the children
write this on the streets & sidewalks
No more prisons of the mind
We are not saints
We are not angels
A simple, peaceful, people’s party
Speaks the truth
about deep state crime
Like seeds from a sower
like a big lawnmower
We are
space aliens from another time
Why do you kill each other?
You could be sisters & brothers
If you weren’t hypnotised
by war and crime
We’ve been driving all night
and we just arrived
And I am so excited
I cannot sit still
Biting the bridle
to get started
on this very special project
Shall we hack
into the phone jack?
Hardwire
just to make a connection
Their laws are dimwit greed
They haven’t worked for anything
Can you keep a secret?
Can you memorize code?
Can you find fruit
at the side of the road?
And savor it
And think of it as a treat
Can you mix politics
with the wisdom
of the street?
The Land
has brought us this moment
Her people will feed us fruits
And harbor us
when we are
fugitives
We are
working now
day and night
painting the picture
on a new website
The sun sets
We are one day closer
For the poor
For the people
Write this on the ruins
of the
military bases
No more war
No more lies
Saints and prophets are starting
punk rock bands
the people are back on the land
God
is just the Idea
in the street.
Track Name: Living In A Van
Kicked off of GEICO
kicked out of the ISO
Evicted from Bushwick
I moved to WeHo
But there was no work in LA
so I could not stay
I got high
and chanted at SGI
Got a book deal
from Soft Skull
but it didn’t pay well
got back on Craigslist
typing out my last wish
600 bucks for a used Dodge Ram
now I got a new plan
how hard could it be man?
let’s try
Living in a Van
Living in a Van
Living in a Van
don’t tell me I got no plan
I got a plan
back off man
I got a plan it’s called
Living in a Van
Living in a Van
Living in a Van
Don’t need AA man
I got my own program
it’s called
Living in a Van
Track Name: Printed Matter
Love
Is a piece of printed matter
Books are solid
When love is squalid
When your only fan is your mother
Print me on paper acid-free
Kindness is kind of like the love from me
love and ink
A love that drinks
In the sea of printed matter
When I go to the bookstore
They take my bag at the counter,
Old Guy says “what’s the score?”
Guy At The Counter says a few numbers and
“8 and one half innings in the books”
with a confident look
as if these scoreboard flashes
reside forever in printed matter
Love, Love,
Is a piece of printed matter
Baseball hits
And a love that quits
are fodder for dramatic matter
There’s a new boy in your bed
But I can’t get you out of my head
When the books I read
sleep by your head
lazy pets getting fatter
Where do your ideas live
Where do they rest in the night
Who holds them close
The paper the binding your warm eyesight
I rest alone now
With ideas that will never shatter
I take the best of us
Keep it safe in printed matter
Love
Love
Is a piece of printed matter
We ran a press
But you thought it best
keep the day job
And serious matters
Worried you’d make a big mistake
Pivot from chances you could take
The book of love
Was not enough
You didn’t believe my printed matter
The white light
Of the rising sun
The blood of my eyelids
Makes it red
I rise to liberate everyone
You hit snooze and go back to bed
You are nothing but what you have been taught
You are what you read
My heart is part of a struggle
Yours is a missile, guided.
But I’m guided by the
Great books.
The Scriptures.
The Manifestos.
The Revolutionaries.
(ad lib here)
I love a third rate biography of Bertrand Russell
More than I love you
I love the people on the cross-country greyhound
We are reading into the night
Without you.
Because Love, Love,
Is a piece of printed matter
Any boy can say, “I love you.”
Printed matter holds something that would
Never fade, be acid free
Kind and kind of like the love from me.
love and ink
A love that drinks
Track Name: In Desperation
In desperation,
you go so far
your exasperation
only takes you so far
their slickness
is your total sickness
but that’s not who you are
in your last couple months
I felt you were trying
to sell everyone a used car
They say you lost hope
tragically, your heart died
but I talked to the cop
who found your body
and I feel something just isn’t right
your book on Bush
took all you had
I’m driving now to Arkansas
in a van
with my suspicions
that my questions were not answered right
In desperation, I go so far
abandoning the corporation
blind
moving to Long Island
not far
just outside the City’s reach
in a Catholic church
I don’t know where you are
in heaven, or hell, or neither,
or very very far
Four planes
fell out of the sky
two of them hit the City
that I left behind
the talking heads are shocked
there’s such a lot
of loose talk on Fox
am I the only guy
not surprised?
we all swear
‘an eye for an eye’
open your eyes
this was not
an eye for the eye
I wake up
wondering why
no fighter planes
hit those clear blue skies
till 9:35
I remember you, Jim
you would have asked why
no fighter planes
hit the clear blue skies
till 9:35
but you had to die
and all those people died
in wars, undeclared
in a desperation
because everyone’s so scared