Denver melodic punk rock band POOR ME have just premiered their new music video for the song “Classwar”, available for your viewing pleasure above!
The song is streaming on all major platforms. The single is their first release since their ‘Sugarcane‘ EP, which came out in 2018.
The premise of Classwar came about some time ago before 2020 intensified the dumpster fire we have come to know under 45’s administration. With two Americas sprinting in opposite directions, we seem to converge only to blister one another with identity politics. These are angry times, and I have been just as heated as the next person, sharing barbs with friends and family across the spectrum over the last several months. I am not aching for a return to social sedation, though. I’ve always felt the music community I’ve grown with over the last 20 years plays a significant role in modeling the humanity and inclusion we want for ourselves and others. The pandemic has shuttered several venues in my area, and we’ve been largely unable to gather, discuss, and exchange our experiences. These venues haven’t received the financial assistance other industries have, and our government refuses to lifeline the individuals who form the backbone of our scene.
We’ve got work to do. There are national efforts such as Save Our Stages and local Kickstarter and Go Fund Me campaigns that have popped up to crowdsource some assistance. And when ‘normal’ returns, there will still be something selfish, unapologetic, and ugly to combat outside our gatherings. Worldviews are so drastically varied between us that facts are negotiated violently, and history reminds us there is always misinformation and manipulation engineering the intersection. I attribute much of the polarity, as many do, to the current administration, because I do not believe dog whistles and doublespeak are reckless. I call them intentional – a classic political play and an empirically dangerous one. Enjoy the song. This is Classwar.
Lyrics:
Well played. Touché. Well played. Touché. Well played.
A cliché that nobody dared to shake.
Nestled in spines – cribs so fine.
A sycophant age in its bloom.
The bigots were brought to the showroom.
And who do you trust?I’m, like, a smart person.
Just shut it up.
No, thanks.Don’t think me stupid to doubt you…
(I really thought it through)
I can’t help thinking…
Who gets screwed playing in your system?
How dare you challenge the truth.Well played. Touché. Well played. Touché.
Cheap praise they laughingly ripped away.
Ethics for sale – tooth or nail.
A sycophant age in its bloom.
The bigots were brought here to coax you.Don’t think me stupid to doubt you…
(I really thought it through)
I can’t help thinking…
Who gets screwed playing in your system?
How dare you challenge the truth.Well played. Touché. Well played. Touché.
This oath is class war – tandem discourse.
No wished reward. Here’s giving to lofty goals.
Ugliness took the polls.
Touché. Well played.And they never cared at all.
And they never cared.
No, they never cared at all.
