America by Motorhead (Album: Iron Fist, 1982)

America, hot as hell, hysterical, cast your spell
The endless road, another night to bend your mind
White line fever, I think that state patrol car's still behind

America, cold as death, up to Canada, Crystal Meth
Another West Coast turnaround and back to start
Yakima Reservation, just another broken heart

America, liked it fine, Sinsemilla, Ripple Wine
Another Schoolgirl with her daddy's Pontiac
Another killer from the wrong side of the tracks

America, fast cars
America, the girls, the bars
America, don't make no fuss
America, get on the bus

A little bit different song from speedish/thunderous rythms by Lemmy’s Motorhead about flashing memories from America. One of them refers to the black page of USA history, the cultural and physical destruction of native Indians and the restriction of the rest to reservations.

You can hear this song live (second track after another famous hit):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLM3rT-jR3Q

Moon over Marin by Dead Kennedys, Album: Plastic Surgery Disasters, 1982

The crowded future stings my eyes
I still find time to exercise
In uniform with two white stripes

Unlock my section of the sand
It's fenced off to the waters edge
I clamp a gasmask on my head

(chorus)
On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight

Another tanker's hit the rocks
Abandoned to spill out its guts
The sand is laced with sticky glops

O' Shimmering moonlight sheen upon
The waves and water clogged with oil
White gases steam up from the soil

(chorus)

I squish dead fish between my toes
Try not to step on any bones
I turn around and I go home

I slip back through my basement door
Switch off all that I own below
Dive in my scalding wooden tub

My own beach at night
Electric moonlight

There will always be a moon
Over Marin.

An ironic song about the polluted and devastated environment we live and our restrictions in our life and mobility in order to have and "enjoy" the facilities of civilization.

you can hear this song in youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4SQqPSdJUU

Can't Happen Here by Rainbow Album: Difficult to cure 1981

Contaminated fish and micro chips
huge supertankers on Arabian trips
oily propaganda from the leaders' lips
all about the future
there's people over here, people over there
everybody's looking for a little more air
crossing all the borders just to take their share
planning for the future

and we're so abused, and we're so confused
it's easy to believe that someone's gonna light the fuse
can't happen here, can't happen here
all that you fear they're telling you, can't happen here

Supersonic planes for a holiday boom
Rio de Janeiro in an afternoon
people out of work but there's people on the moon
looking for the future
concrete racktracks nationwide
juggernauts carving up the countryside
cars by the million on a one way ride
using up the future

and we're so abused, and we're so confused
it's easy to believe that someone's gonna light the fuse
can't happen here, can't happen here
all that you fear they're telling you, can't happen here

Satellites spying for the CIA
the KGB and the men in grey
wonder if I'm gonna see another day
somewhere in the future
We got everything we need for a peaceful time
take what you want but you can't take mine
everybody's living on the Siegfried line
worried 'bout the future

and we're so abused, and we're so confused
it's so easy to believe that someone's gonna light it
easy to believe someone's gonna light the fuse
can't happen here, can't happen here
all that you fear they're telling you, can't happen here can it?

A song about modern man’s anxiety and stress concerning a variety of issues from environmental pollution and insecurity of new technology to cold war threat and poverty. The narrative form of the song is like we watch them in TV news or in newspapers and so we have as pathetic TV viewers or readers the illusion and complacency that all these threats don’t concern us.

You can hear this song in youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZ9fix7bJow


You can hear some Rainbow classics below:

Temple of the King

Stargazer

All night long

Difficult to cure

Run To The Hills by IRON MAIDEN, Album: The Numder of the Beast, 1982

White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes killed our creed
He took our game for his own need

We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back
Women and children are cowards attack

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives

Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills, run for your lives

Another song about the violent destruction of Indian Communities by “White men”.We read in wikipedia:

The song itself is about the conflict between Native Americans and the invading white men. The first verse is written from the point of view of the native Cree, the second and third from the point of view of white soldiers. It may have been inspired by the film Soldier Blue, about the massacre of a peaceful Cheyenne village by US militia (one line goes "Soldier blue in the barren wastes" and then refers to rape and murder amongst other atrocities).

You can hear this song in youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5Snehl2bAk

Kepone Factory by Dead Kennedys, EP: In God we trust, 1981

I finally found a job in a paper
Movin' barrels at a chemical plant
There's shiny-looking dust on my fingers
Goin' up my nose and into my lungs

It's the Kepone poisoning-Minamata
Kepone poisoning-Minamata
At the grimy Kepone Factory
Turning people into bonzai trees

Now I've got these splitting headaches
I can't quite get it up no more
I can't sleep and it's driving me crazy
I shake all day and I'm seeing double

Kepone poisoning-Minamata
Kepone poisoning-Minamata

Gonna go down your big metal building
Gonna slam right through your bright metal door
Gonna grab you by your sta-prest collar
And ram some kepone down your throat

The lawyer says 'That's the breaks, kid
Gonna gnarl and rot the rest of your life
If you don't sue, we'll give you a Trans-Am:'
That I'll never drive cos I shake all the time

'Cause of the Kepone poisoning
Minamata
At the grimy Kepone factory

A song about two similar mass health hazards by pesticide factories who disposed their toxic wastes in sea or rivers, The notorious kepone substance who polluted James River in Virginia-USA during 1966-1975 and Minamata syndrome caused by disposing Mercury based toxics in Minamata bay in Japan during 1955-1962. Read about these disasters below:

http://www.teratology.org/jfs/Agricultural.html

In 1955 in the Minamata Bay area of Kyushu, Japan, there was a large influx of cases of severe neurological disorders in newborn children. There were cases of cerebral palsy, some children were diplegic and others were tetraplegic. They were all mentally handicapped. Some villages had 6-12% of their newborns affected. Together, these disorders are now known as Congenital Minamata Syndrome. In 1959, it was found that methylmercury was being dumped into the bay by a plant of the Chisso Corporation.

It wasn’t until 1962 that conclusive evidence was published linking the dumping of methylmercury to these neurological birth defects. It was thought, to this point, that poisons couldn’t cross the placenta. Therefore, it took some time to confirm that an environmental pollutant could induce birth defects in humans. The link between these birth defects and methylmercury have been confirmed multiple times in animal studies.

Children with Congential Minamata Syndrome seem to be normal at birth and begin to present symptoms at approximately six months of age. They have instability of the neck, convulsions, reduced IQ, microcephaly, malformed limbs, restricted growth and an altered cerebellum. In utero exposure to methylmercury induces general brain atrophy and hypoplasia.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kepone

Kepone, also known as chlordecone, is a carcinogenic insecticide related to mirex, used between 1966 and 1975 in the USA for ant and roach baits. It was produced by Allied Signal Company in Hopewell, Virginia and produced nationwide pollution controversy due to improper handling and dumping of the substance into the James River. Its use was banned in 1975.

Chemically, kepone is a chlorinated polycyclic ketone insecticide and fungicide with the chemical formula C10H2Cl10O. The dry powder is readily absorbed through the skin and respiratory tract. Some unprotected production workers exposed to Kepone powder suffered tremors, jerky eye movements, memory loss, headaches, slurred speech, unsteadiness, lack of coordination, loss of weight, rash, enlarged liver, decreased libido, sterility, chest pain, arthralgia, and the increased risk of developing cancer. Kepone persists in the environment, with a half-life of about 30 years.

In July 2005, a Richmond Magazine article chronicled the ill health effects on Allied Signal employees and described how Dan Rather and CBS's 60 Minutes brought nationwide attention to the problem.

Due to the pollution scare, many businesses and restaurants along the river suffered, and then-Governor Mills Godwin Jr. shut down the James River to fishing from Richmond to the Chesapeake Bay

You can hear this song in youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ep_pDutG5L4

Don't Kill The Whale by Yes, Album: Tormato, 1981

You're first I'm last
You're thirst I'm asked to justify
Killing our last heaven beast
Don't hunt the whale

In beauty Vision
Do we Offer much
If we reason with destiny, gonna lose our touch
Don't kill the whale

Rejoice They sing
They worship their own space
In a moment of love, they will die for their grace
Don't kill the whale

If time will allow
We will judge all who came
In the wake of our new age to stand for the frail
Don't kill the whale

CETACEI

Another song about whale protection. A very interesting concept of this issue from a post-materialistic point of view about not only the realization of human arrogance towards other creatures, but also about the rising of new values as Beauty, respect of the Other especially the frail towards the reigh of necessity and old-fashioned concepts of human superiority in nature and his destiny to use it for his own sake.


You can hear this beautiful song in you tube:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOxHrOcOSfA

Revelation (Mother Earth) by Ozzy Osbourne , Album: Blizzard of Ozz, 1980

Mother please forgive them
For they know not what they do
Looking back in history's books
It seems it's nothing new
Oh! Let my mother live

Heaven is for heroes
And hell is full of fools
Stupidty, no will to live
They're breaking God's own rules
Please let my mother live

Father, of all creation
I think we're all going wrong
The course they're taking
Seems to be breaking
And it won't take too long

Children of the future
Watching empires fall
Sadness the cup they drink from
Self destruction the toll

I had a vision, I saw the world burn
And the seas had turned red
The sky had fallen, the final curtain
In the land of the dead

Mother, please show the children
Before it's too late
To fight each other, there's no one winning
We must fight all the hate

A strong concern about the future not only of mankind but of planet earth as a whole during the peak of Cold War and the frenzy of nuclear armament and the consequent nuclear threat. One of the most sensitive songs by an artist who became so controversial and inconsistent in his real life voting for Margaret Thatcher in 80s and supporting George Bush Junior in 00s, organizing concerts in American military camps in S. Korea.

You can hear this song in you tube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGzNoCNfMlA


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9ESCyNlkrw

Album: Sonic attack by Hawkwind, 1981

Lost Chances

Crystal evenings, long ago,
Twisted winds and weeping snow
We missed a turning in the past,
Is there anything that can last

The race is run, the time is right,
Get out your gun it's time to fight
And all our dreams just turn to dust,
Look to the future forget the past

Mistakes you've made can't be redeemed,
They are made because you dreamed a dream
Honest sunsets turn to paint,
The lie you tell becomes a taint

The house you built reverts to dust,
The sword you held it turns to rust
The lies you tell destroy your will,
The price you paid you're paying still

And the rocks in the river grow higher and higher
As the water gets lower and lower
There are ghosts in our lives that will not fade
There are ghosts in our lives that will not fade,
Until we've paid

A song about irreversible changes done by humans, either in nature, or in society and about a price that must be paid

We're living on a knife edge

Everytime I go out, I think I'm bring checked out,
Faceless people watching on a TV screen
Do you begin to sense it, just beneath the surface
Reflections of a window whilst walking down the street
Computers are abused, school records are fed
Police are checking on what you said
The number of your car's fed into a box
Your journey's being checked, it's a paradox
Duplicate forms, and ID cards are next in line to disregard

Future generations are relying on us
It's a world we've made - Incubus
We're living on a knife edge, looking for the ground


The need of a safe society created an orwellian everyday life. There is also a concern about what society future generations would inherit from us.

You can hear many classics from Hawkwind in myspace:

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=113465962


http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=47647924


http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=100879213

California Uber Alles by Dead Kennedys, Album: Fresh fruits for rotten vegetables, 1980

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president...

Carter Power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
Your kids will meditate in school!

[Chorus:]
California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Mellow out or you will pay!

[Chorus]

Now it is 1984
Knock-knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece

Come quietly to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower.

DIE on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
When you mess with President Brown

Jello Biafra stated about this song which is referring to his town where he was born:
“Boulder had turned into a new age yuppie hellhole long before either of those terms were used in the mainstream. There were an awful lot of people who thought they were really rebellious and free-spirited, searching for gurus to tell them what to do. This scared me. I thought, ‘What if this kind of apathy is going on in a mass scale and people just laid down until a dictator walked in.’ It's happened in so many countries; it's happening to our country right now. And then I thought, ‘The one politician who seemed to have a grip on the power of Eastern religious thought to manipulate people's minds in mass, who also had a grip on the American political system, was Jerry Brown.’” http://mixonline.com/mag/audio_dead_kennedys/index.html)

You can hear this song in you tube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quLqEu4mUOU


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5iNh6BVZgJ0

Album: The Curse of Zounds, by Zounds, 1981

Great White Hunter

I am the Great White Hunter
And you know I've come to search
Just to further human knowledge
All for science and research

And if by chance I bring back
What I am looking for
They'll be someone somewhere waiting
With their fingers round a purse

I am the missionary christian
I'm taking violence to the blacks
Oh I am threatening western culture
And I'm collecting all the tax

I'm taking whiskey to the natives
A tribal comes bourgeoisie
Of course a market's just a market
I'm working for the bourgeoisie

But don't associate me with that no more
And maybe that's a color but I am sure
I'm not like that and I never will
Condone the things they do and the reasons that they kill

Well I will murder baby seals
And I'll sell their skins for gold
I'll murder injun's in the jungle
Just to make way for a road

And I will fight the rebel armies
All for profit, not for cause
I'll sell arms to rival armies
And make profit from their wars

But don't associate me with that no more
And maybe that's a color but I am sure
I'm not like that and I never will
Condone the things they do and the reasons that they kill

Oh well! I am the Great White Hunter
Oh yes! I am the great exploiter
Oh yes! I am the great destroyer
Oh yes! I am the Great White Hunter

But don't associate me with that no more
And maybe that's a color but I am sure
I'm not like that and I never will
Condone the things they do and the reasons that they kill

A song about the devastation of nature and traditional cultures in the name of science, religion and civilization in general


This Land

This land is your land and this land is my land
From the dirty water of the river Thames
To the rusting cranes of the tee another tyne
The land that's choking with wires and plugs
Strangles with fences and stuck with knives
Was this land made for you and me?

This town is your town and this town is my town
From the derelict slums that are dirty and grey
To the house on the hill in the private estate
The places nice kids would never go
To the places no-one else has the right to go
Was this land made for you and me?
Made for you and me

This street is your street and this street is my street
From the broken phone box where the gangs all meet
To the glass on the path that cuts your feet
To the neighboors next door who refuse to speak
??? To the cope in the hunter doing its bleak ???
Was this land made for you and me?

It's your world too you can do what you want
It's your world too, it's your world too...


A song about the use of land and a call for respect it because it belongs to us, from the natural landscape that is polluted to the urban which is neglected.


Fear

Sing a song of violence and listen for the sound
All the little soldiers start to come around
Start it with a rumour, a whisper in an ear
Suspision don't take very long before it turns to fear
??? Said I need a reason, made of up and low ???
??? Feel what they're fighting, just tell them where to go ???
Give the chance of glory, give the chance of fame
Give the boy an enemy, give the dog a name
Keep the factions fighting, start them off the school
Keep the factions fighting so you divide and rule
Football teams are splendid and fashion just a tool
Keep the factions fighting so you divide and rule

Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us all apart

Frightened of the humans and frightened of their stares
Frightened of the poisons they pump into the air
Frightened of the chemicals they spray upon the land
Frightened of the power they hold within their hands
Frightened of bureaucracy and frightened of the law
Frightened of the government and who it's working for
Frightened of the children who won't know who to cope
With a world in rack and ruin from their technocratic dope, dope, dope

Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us in the dark

Frightened of the humans, frightened of their stares
Frightened of the poisons pumped into the air
Frightened of the chemicals they spray upon the land
Frightened of the power they hold within their hands
Frightened of bureaucracy and frightened of the law
Frightened of the government and who it's working for
Frightened of the children who won't know who to cope
With a world in rack and ruin from their technocratic dope, dope, dope

Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us in the dark

Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us all apart

Frightened of the humans, frightened of their stares
Frightened of the poisons pumped into your air
Frightened of the chemicals spayed upon my land
Frightened of the power hold within their hands
Frightened of bureaucracy, frightened of the law
Frightened of the government who's actions lead to war
Frightened of the children who won't know who to cope
With a world in rack and ruin from their technocratic dope, dope, dope

Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us in the dark

Fear can be a bum thing
A silly and a dumb thing
Fear can be the one thing
That keeps us all apart


A song about the Fear as a way to divide and make us enemies, and to hold us down. But the fear is not only a product by the authorities (e.g creation of scapegoats or evil enemies, or fear of its power and police state), it’s also a product of civilization and our way of life: toxics, nuclear threats etc.


You can hear many songs from this band in myspace:

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=30603934

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Album “London Calling” – The Clash – 1979

London Calling

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

CHORUS
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out - and draw another breath
London calling - and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

CHORUS x2
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear era, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river

Now get this
London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this, won't you give me a smile?
London Calling

I never felt so much alike, like-a, like-a...

The lyrics are taken from sing365.com, where you can find also interesting comments by Clash funs, like this one: “The Three Mile Island Nuclear accident took place on March 28th, 1979...this is what Joe Strummer was referring to in the song...”

According to wiki, the title alludes to the BBC World Service's station identification: "This is London calling ...", that was used during World War II, often in broadcasts to occupied countries.
The lyrics reflect the concern felt by Strummer about world events with the reference to "a nuclear error" to the incident at Three Mile Island, which occurred earlier in 1979. Joe Strummer has said: "We felt that we were struggling about to slip down a slope or something, grasping with our fingernails. And there was no one there to help us."
The line "London is drowning / And I live by the river" comes from concerns that if the River Thames flooded, most of central London would drown, something that led to the construction of the Thames Barrier
The lyrics also reflect desperation of the band's situation in 1979 struggling with high debt, without management and arguing with their record label over whether the London Calling album should be a single or double album. The lines referring to "now don't look to us / All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust" reflects the concerns of the band over its situation after the punk rock boom in England in 1977 had ended.


Another interesting comment holds that:
The title of London Calling evokes American radio newsman Edward R. Murrow's catchphrase during World War II, and the title song announces that "...war is declared and battle come down..." It warns against expecting them to be saviours — "... now don't look to us / Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust..." — draws a bleak picture of the times — "The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in / Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin" — but calls on their listeners to come out and take up the fight without constantly looking to London, or to The Clash themselves, for cues — "Forget it, brother, we can go it alone... Quit holding out and draw another breath... I don't want to shout / But while we were talking I saw you nodding out..." — finally asking, "After all this, won't you give me a smile?"


Lost in the Supermarket

Chorus
Im all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

I wasnt born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see

I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
Thats how its been all around me

Chorus

Im all tuned in, I see all the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
Ive got my giant hit discoteque album
I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free

The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
Make me noises for company
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely

Chorus

And its not hear
It disappear
Im all lost

Its lyrics describe someone struggling to deal with an increasingly commercialized world and rampant consumerism. With lines such as "I came in for that special offer - guaranteed personality," the protagonist bemoans the depersonalization of the world around him. The song speaks of numbers about suburban alienation, the feelings of disillusionment that come through youth in modern society.


you can hear these songs in youtube:

London Calling

Lost in the supermarket

Punk rock and ecology. The case of Crass and anarcho-pacifism.

Preceded by a variety of protopunk music of the 1960s and early 1970s, punk rock developed between 1974 and 1976 in the United States, the United Kingdom, and Australia, where groups such as the Ramones, Sex Pistols, and The Clash were recognized as the vanguard of a new musical movement. By 1977, punk was spreading around the world.

Crass was an English anarchist punk rock band, formed in 1977 and based around Dial House, an open house community near Epping, Essex. Whereas the Sex Pistols might have mentioned 'anarchy' for shock value (thereby furthering the common misconception that it is simply a synonym for chaos), Crass actually promoted genuine anarchism as a legitimate political ideology, way of living, and as a resistance movement, popularizing the seminal peace punk movement and touching on such overtly political issues as anti-consumerism, direct action, animal rights, feminism, anti-war, anti-corporatism, environmentalism, anti-globalization, anti-racism, squatting, and the separation of church and state.

Taking literally the punk manifesto of "Do It Yourself", Crass combined the use of sound collage, graphics, song, film, and subversion to launch a sustained and innovative critical broadside against all that they saw as a culture built on foundations of war, violence, sexism, prejudice, capitalism, religious hypocrisy and unthinking consumerism. They were also critical of what they perceived as the flaws of the punk movement itself, as well as wider youth culture in general. Crass were amongst the progenitors of the anarcho-pacifism that became common in the punk music scene (see also anarcho-punk). Other similar groups were Conflict, Flux of Pink Indians, Subhumans, Poison Girls and Oi Polloi.

See also this post about Crass on Derek Wall’s blog "Another Green World".

Despite the broader punk subculture's reactionary antagonism towards hippies, the ideals of the hippie counterculture were an influence on anarcho-punk.

Some anarcho-punks, notably in North America, have sought to use the electoral process in order to bring their respective areas closer to anarchism, although none of them ran for office as members of an anarchist party. Notable anarcho-punks who have run for office include: Dead Kennedys frontman Jello Biafra for mayor of San Francisco, T.S.O.L. singer Jack Grisham for governor of California and D.O.A. lead singer Joey Shithead. Jello Biafra, argues that humans are not ready for anarchy, and that some form of government is needed until certain social changes are implemented. Many anarcho-punks vote, and several anarcho-punks, such as Propagandhi, Jello Biafra, and Thought Riot have expressed support for Ralph Nader and the Green Party.