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A SCAM FOR THE BIG IDEA

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beasts // like mountains sleep dying // in dreams a valley // bleeds where spirits // weep winds // chill and drown in the industrial hum incessant, insipid civilization // domestication this city rusts in crimson red, this skyline's guilt knows a thousand dead, these streets are stained where martyrs bled, and now a spectre's dream haunts us instead.
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(samples from the documentary East of Liberty // Dear Liberals by Lee Reed) consensus, concessions,  new contexts, same lessons big tents and repression,  from sellout progressives keep wasting all our fucking time jagoffs tow their party-line “Dont write ACAB on that sign Never ever speak your mind!” radicals are burning out , from pushing for event turnout, to build the org, to win reform, to hardly change the social norm talking heads wont ever stop, working hard to be a cop, but just because you pay their rent, doesn't meann you won't be dead! they’ll promise you a good career swear that they won’t interfere You joined up, or so I hear Young and dumb and so sincere now they control your agenda escalate n’ they’ll just fire ya protest marshal motherfucker you ain’t no one’s compañera Here in Pittsburgh, so called radicals are collaborating with the Bloomfield development corporation
. The BDC wants to bulldoze a grocery store to build a yuppie condo in order to attract the tech industry. and by legitimizing a ~ “dialogue” ~ thru events that the BDC controls, these sellouts are deliberately channeling community anger into a dead end just so they can boost their NGO organizing careers. From the Hill District to East Liberty, we’ve seen this before. radicals are burning out , from pushing for event turnout, to build the org, to win reform, young and dumb and so sincere now they control your agenda escalate n’ they’ll just fire ya protest marshal motherfucker you ain’t no one’s compañera
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waltzing in the stench of a love unlike love compassion wrenches open a mouth fills with sludge blind desperation, seductive algorithm never the real world, never yr own rhythms your love ain't true when it's based on a bot so easily mystified by letting your brain rot blind desperation, seductive algorithm signing up for alienation
4.
we've got zero L&M's and we've got no cars while we're sitting in a 412-am bar. won't cross the picket line or take a surcharge so we golden brick way and to baum we march! i've got a chip on my shoulder NO OTLE! colonel sanders, eat a dick NO FOREPLAY fuck pep boys, fuck ford FUCK CHEVROLET! recall that shrapnel DROP SOME BOMBS ON ACJ! where the shadyside pricks meet the bloomfield anarchists where surplus gets a kick and a courtyard for PIC GET AND GO, GET AND GO get your shit and fucking go unless you got an MTO pay for it and take some more! GET AND GO, GET AND GO get your shit and fucking go kitchen sink and cookie dough take yr pick and hit the road the hub of the metropolis to onny lay bow down good faith is our core so we circle around the aisle with trail mix fun dips bags of chips chocolate bits pack yr bag AND THEN TAKE A HIT! the glory lies in the well of self-checkout it shares with us its wealth by looking down while we step out where the shadyside pricks meet the bloomfield anarchists where surplus gets a kick and a courtyard for PIC GET AND GO, GET AND GO get your shit and fucking go unless you got an MTO pay for it and take some more! GET AND GO, GET AND GO get your shit and fucking go kitchen sink and cookie dough take yr pick and hit the road!
5.
siege the castle seize the gate slay the goblins elven hate cut off their heads melting goblin face burning arrows elven hate kill their king get a taste drink his blood this is elven hate
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FUCK ALLEGHENY COUNTY JAIL SUPPORT: Bukit Community Bail Fund https://www.facebook.com/bukitbailfundpgh/ your local Anarchist Black Cross don't know where ABC meets? start yr own!
7.
It's the zine How to Start a Fire https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/anonymous-how-to-start-a-fire.a4.pdf
8.
well i've been waking up, my stomach tied in knots again not sure what i'm feeling but i got my guesses like how am i still stuck in this one trick pony of a town? not quite sure but i got my guesses and i try to fight the ever-sinking feeling while all the while you've got more guts than i swerving through LA traffic over 2,000 miles away and i'm back, in the tiny room more like a tiny cell, throwing punches at the walls, cutting back the ever-pulsing rhythm that runs through me like a wildfire and i'm back in the same chair, the same spot the same life i've been stuck in since i thought i had a life and as the days turned into darkness and i couldnt find my way well at least the withdrawals weren't half as bad this time around like the time that i woke up in that ER and withdrew on that mattress for days or that other time and that other time and that other time fuck that! well they tried to make me go to rehab, i said no no no...
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The tug says / "Where's the lie?" / & who am I to argue / with my ow desire? / I want to fuck / I want to fuck / want to fucking die / don't tell me where to go / tell me my eyes / are they open / or are they closed? / Open / or are they closed? / Open / or are they closed? / Can you tell me / where my mouth is? / Can you tell me / who lives in it? / Can you tell me / what they look like? / So I can / find them? / All I wanna tell ya / is don't worry hunny / gonna get a job / that's more than just drug money / I guess this was all just for me / no way that this was all a dream / all for me / or just a dream / it's fine.
10.
Every single day when I’m walking down my block, looking at the clouds I see a punk ass cop Cars and bikes into drones and jetpacks Oh my god we’re so completely fucked… (so what?) Cities into jails, jails into cities, what’s fucking difference? I don’t gotta good feeling about this, But at least we got a chance Our kids going down the fucking drain School budgets are cut for police cameras HELLA-copters, drones, surveillence planes CCTV going into command centers Every goddamn step, every goddamn thought… Pigs in vans with scanners adding every trace Details into databases, they got us all So much for no face no case! Cutting down the alleys cos I don’t trust the main streets, Blacking out cameras with my mean streak, This fucked up future ends horribly, Authority is not security! burn till there’s nothing left to burn BURN EVERYTHING DOWN! Oh my god we’re so completely fucked… Cutting down the alleys cos I don’t trust the main streets, Blacking out cameras with my mean streak, This fucked up future ends horribly, Authority is not security!
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They're a corporation of despots A despicable team of tyrants Our history's filled with those who've fought To end their evil plot But still they're reigning terror Obliterates this country So from now on 'til forever I'll live to right this error I'll live to make it better So let's rise up, pack up our belongings And walk away Leave this modern slavery behind Rise up, pack up our belongings And leave today Do you think that we are fucking blind? They're elitist nazi bankers They never will show mercy Our economy runs on money That's fiat currency Your enterprises don't scare me and I'll NEVER WORK FOR YOUR COMPANY If you wear ties, then you tell lies for a living In your eyes, there's a twinkle for making money that I despise And you can't bribe with money to the wise So we're going to Rise up pack up our belongings and walk away Leave his modern slavery behind Rise up pack our belongings and leave today Do you think that we are fucking blind? We will build something new ourselves Something much better Just you wait and see... -------------------------------------------------------------- So we're going to Rise up pack up our belongings and walk away Leave his modern slavery behind Rise up pack our belongings and leave today Do you think that we are fucking blind? We will build something new ourselves Something much better Just you wait and see... JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE!
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$ob Zombie: yea I'm losing my mind but it's all in my head yea i act like I'm fine but im already dead i don’t need friends i need a benz yea i just want blue strips show the world how i do it Trapson: girl you got me high im thinking bout you tonight tossing in my sleep i got you stuck on my mind i can't watch you leave watch you turn that back looking at the time like its all i have im a freak though i can't see yeah im a geek yeah i just wanna hit my peak i can't stop thinking bout you you're the one i need if shawty got me trippin think she caught me in a dream $ky Yung: tell me pretty lies lets get caught up in the past i don’t want your time i want the words you never said every time im high i see these demons in my head running out of time but i can't wait for it to end love is toxic everything you said and you did i just washed it from my head and i drain you with the toxins feeling dead in my bed i just lost it drowning in a dream with a bean in the cockpit i don’t wanna see, wanna breathe, wanna watch it i just wanna be with my team when we on shit smoking weed in the trees in the tropics
13.
ANISE: every fucking day i wake up to this fucking game, no matter what i try it'll never fucking change, i want out of this fucking place, i need out of this fucking maze. GRINNLAU: what world holds us? this world kills us. we're all captains, drowning with no help. fucking others over, death to the other, all together we go under A FILLER KID: self-destruction, self-desertion, i don't know how to be a fucking person. this place is a desert — its critics, its mirrors life at the end of empire, there’s no fucking future here.
14.
This is where I want to be, This is where I feel alright - Caught up in our extremities. Trying to be something we can’t be, another light. i'm feeling uneasy i'm feeling uneasy coughing up a wasted dream, internalized anxiety i haven't slept in 3 fucking days insomnia’s hard to fake, but i’m doing a damn good job of it attentat! attentat! staring // blankly at at a screen, through a haze of smoke // and force-fed meaning. cynical // unlivable my attitude, won’t kill them all wasted my life, waiting for the fall its not fun anymore, cynical // unlivable wasted my life, waiting for the fall attentat! attentat! break the spell of passive compliance // give me more than symbolic defiance // hit them where it hurts, the pockets of tyrants // there is no peace, embrace the violence. attentat! attentat!
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i could see the fake love when i walk in i could see the fake guns when they flossin i could see the fake drugs when they talkin wasn't shit a year ago but now i'm buzzin didn't love me then but now i'm something thought i couldn't win and now i'm stunting broken heart inside my chest i can't feel nothing popping pills inside my head i can't feel nothing
17.
Clinging routine, split the cracked window where nicotine speaks, you already know. The itching burned clean, doesn’t fill ya up when the roof collapsed, you already know. Obligatory introspection, inflammatory misconception, channeling our misdirection, you already know. Remember how those first weeks felt, learning to cope with the hand you’ve been dealt. You already know. We’ll talk about how we can never sleep, share hollow words and common dreams, laugh it off, we’re so cliche - empty gestures, the sweet smell of decay. Here take this pill and be just like me, stoned on my couch and watching tv, I'll tell you exactly watcha wanna be, when living aint an option, prescribe some apathy. I’m stuck here, stuck dreaming Of a life filled with meaning That feeling, the sinking Left vacant, unblinking this spectacle left in my place, my anger, my guilt, my love all displaced But self-hate is the inversion of just rage, a diversion My ideas are stolen, but I want to do more than, parrot some old cliches About revolution And better days
18.
When I met you // we were // sitting on the green couch // in my living room // 4AM woodpeckers // mourning doves // outside my window // your eyes were closed // my nose cupped // in my hands // & all you said // was why don't you just come to bed? // & I said through the cracks in my fingers // I don't want tomorrow // to come // I'd rather pull my teeth out 1X1.

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This compilation album is a scam benefiting The Big Idea Cooperative Bookstore & Cafe.

Over the last 18 years, The Big Idea has become a second home for many Pittsburgh anarchists. The space’s rent got jacked up recently, and it’s likely to get raised again in the coming months.

With that in mind, some Filler kids figured it was time we pay The Big Idea back for all the coffee, books, zines, pins, patches and vegan goodies that we’ve nabbed over the years.

All proceeds benefit The Big Idea Cooperative Bookstore & Cafe.

The accompanying zine will be released in the coming weeks, be sure to check it out! It’s gonna have art/lyrics for every track, as well as some perspectives on anarchy in the East End.

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released October 18, 2019

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by the Filler collective. Artist details included on individuals tracks.

Album art by Grinnlau

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