By popular request (and permission from Nina and Rob), the first of my two songs for the Lead’s upcoming 4-song EP is available for download at Area 1234. I actually wrote this in 2000, and even back then I thought I could eventually record it with the Lead since the lyric is based on something that happened to the Lead.

Back in 1985, shortly after we put out our first EP,  I sent a check and an ad to the yet-to-be-legendary #1 punk political rag Maximum RockNRoll along with a review copy of said EP. I got the ad and check back from already-infamous publisher Tim Yohannan along with a note declining to run the ad. Of course I wrote a letter back to Yohannon in a futile attempt to save his soul (and a successful attempt to dis Castro and the Sandinistas), and we traded a couple more letters. Old Warrior from The Past Behind was the first response to this.

As the years seasoned my perspective a bit, I realized that I had no reason to brand Yohannon’s rejection of the ad as censorship. In fact, as the nominal owner of his business (although I’m sure he’d bite, kick, scratch and scream saying it’s not a business), he was perfectly within his rights to refuse to deal with us. So I wrote this other tune basically calling him out on being a Stalinist Pharisee while saying (as he did in his letter to me) that he had no tolerance for people with other beliefs but the same intransigence. All well and good, except Yohannan was already dead and gone as of April 1998.

Lyrics- written in 1999 and revised in 2011:

What I Should Have Told Tim Yohannon in 1985

Good evening old warrior the muzzle fits just fine
Before you go back to the rag my I have a little of your time?
Your morality’s direction as you made me understand
Abhor every intolerant and dogmatic command
And you went on and described the zealots
And, so naively, yourself
The minds in your hands never did know
Shouting I think for myself but you – you will never know

Sheep of another color are sheep nonetheless
The way it will be will be the way that it is
Your worldview these days only seems to sport false teeth
The guns and the wars are tiring of propping your beliefs
You’re printing and we are moshing
Mommy’s got our bed for after the slogans
The system you decry is keeping you afloat
You are part of the machine but you – you will never know

You say no rules while you make rules yourself
Falling into your toilet with everything else
What is good to you you have the right to say
And the right to say that it is the only correct way
But my religion that you hated for its ways
Bore the precepts you so embrace
Erase it from the earth-your dream come true
Take Him away from this world – but you’ll never think it true
What hope left for you?

2000 March 2, 11, 17, 20
2011 June 2