Hatenanny: The Record Label of the American Nazi Party

Hatenanny: The Record Label of the American Nazi Party
Look at the filth they released. They were followed by the Hilter-loving Silver Legion of America, the German American Bund, and the American Nazi Party. Hatenanny Records (notice the play on the folk music word “hootenanny”) was formed in the early 1960s. Releases were exclusively 7-inch 45 RPM records sold through mail order and at rallies. Insanity.  
  Fascism’s roots in on this side of the Atlantic extend back to at least the Fascist League of North America, which was founded in 1923. It was this last group of deplorables, led by George Lincoln Rockwell (a hate-monger that was later assassinated outside a laundromat by one of his own troops) that decided to get into the music industry. With so much talk of Nazis, white supremacists, and all the other scum of the alt-right recently, it might be instructive to review that this isn’t a new issue.

Hate Music Continues to be Removed from Catalogs. Good. Time for Some Positive Stuff, Too.

Time for Some Positive Stuff, Too. Good. Hate Music Continues to be Removed from Catalogs.
Retailer CD Baby is doing the same thing (here’s their hate speech policy), but they’re also injecting some positivity in its place. CD Baby is “committed to not only removing content that promotes hate and violence, but they are distributing artists who are progressive, and encouraging a greater understanding and collaboration across historically fraught lines.”
One such release is an anti-Islamaphonia compilation record entitled Philia: Artists Rise Against Islamaphobia. Give the whole thing a listen here. A national tour is coming and proceeds will be donated to United Productions Foundation, a group that specializes in combatting Islamaphobia. Philia – Artists Rise Against Islamophobia is a music and arts collaboration project designed to bring awareness to these problems. Following Spotify’s move to expunge white supremacist material from their system, other companies have been doing the same. According to the Department of Justice, incidents of bullying, discrimination and hate crimes towards American Muslims and those perceived to be Muslim have dramatically increased over the past year. Today, many Americans are looking for ways to form solidarity with the
Muslim community but they lack creative ways to take a stand. People of goodwill across the country are expressing concern about this spike in Islamophobia. From the liner notes:
The 2016 presidential election cycle generated an unprecedented spike in fear-mongering and Islamophobia. As we brace for an uncertain future, bigotry and fear mongering threatens to only intensify.

There’s a Commemorative Layne Staley Concert in Seattle Tonight the Week He Would Have Turned 50

There’s a Commemorative Layne Staley Concert in Seattle Tonight the Week He Would Have Turned 50
Fifteen years later, McCallum still hears from people who are addicted to heroin or love someone in its throes. It will be the 15th year that McCallum has celebrated her son’s talent with his family, friends and fans. “I don’t have any magic answers,” McCallum told me. 19 at the Moore Theatre. On the very day that Nancy McCallum and I were meeting to talk about the Layne Staley Tribute concert next weekend, King County announced there had been a record number of drug-related deaths last year — two-thirds of them opioid-related. McCullum recently gave an interview to the Seattle Times in which she recounts that horrible day. “I’m as bewildered as the next person, because I see a beautiful world.”
Some of that beauty unfolds at the annual Layne Staley Tribute concert, to be held Aug. “I will never be able to understand even trying something that is so dangerous,” she said of opioids. “I just try to console people.  Imagine finding your son, dead and decomposing. Keep reading. Had he not drugged himself to death, Alice in Chains singer Layne Staley would have turned 50 this coming Tuesday. It’s heartbreaking and overwhelming and unnecessary. McCallum didn’t need the numbers to know that things had only gotten worse since Staley, her son and the gifted lead singer of Alice in Chains, died of a heroin overdose in April 2002 at age 34. It sends shudders. His mother, Nancy McCullum, had police break down his door when accounts noticed that Layne hadn’t touched his bank account in two weeks. Instead of continuing to lead one of the great Seattle bands of the 90s into the 21st century, he died a junkie, alone in his condo, a needle in his arm and another fully-loaded spike in the other. But I know it’s coupled with a proclivity for habitual behavior. They want her perspective and advice.

Is Today’s Pop Music Really That Bad? Yes–and Here’s Why.

Yes–and Here’s Why. Is Today’s Pop Music Really That Bad?
I mean, truly, honestly awful? It may not be your imagination. (Thanks to the Lonely Vagabond for the link.)

  That there’s no innovation in music anymore? As a bonus, you’ll start to notice that the “millennial whoop” is everywhere. Ever get the feeling that so much modern pop music is really quite, well, terrible? Once heard, it cannot be unheard. That it all sounds the same? Find 20 minutes to watch this video and you may feel justified in being grumpy about kids and their music.

Transportin – Kodak Black lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – Transportin
Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just told it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t f*ck with shawty.
Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just told it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t f*ck with shawtyyy. Ain’t gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Why you out here drinkin’ 40’s, I just told it
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen
Ridin’ sporty, actin’ sporty, I can’t control it
I’m doin’ five, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin’
I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin’
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
I ain’t post his mixtape ’cause I don’t f*ck with shawty. I be booted to the morning, PM to the morning
My lil’ .. want a bag, I’m easier when I’m rolling
Hold up nigga, don’t you owe me? Yeah, that Glock got extended like a outlet
Are you out yet? I ain’t catch you out yet
I’m so damn fly, I do not step
Yeah I pop molly and I pop checks
I don’t where I’m goin’, I’m just floatin’
My dawg got gun license but he let me hold it
All these niggas phony, I do not condone it
I be goin’ ham, I do not baloney
It’s a Kodak moment, yeah
Bought it ’cause I wanted it
I be on the corner, yeah
f*ck the law enforcement
Project Baby got no stroller but I keep pushin’
Shawty love for me to choke her when I’m in that pus*y. I ain’t shy
I keep that Glizzy
I was .. (yeah yeah)… Yeah you owe me, don’t it? Baby, come and lick me
V12, how I’m ridin’ in the 6 speed
I be ballin’ on you niggas out of this league. Kodak Black lyrics
Video Kodak Black Like I’m in Islands of Adventure how I stay rolling
Try to diss me
I need you six feet
She say she miss me
Then she went and kissed me
Damn, I’m so crispy
Xans got me dizzy
.. What the lick read?

Mad man – Asap Ferg feat. Playboi Carti lyrics

Yuh, yuh, yuhhh
Poppin’ these pills in my coupe
I’m on the roof, move like I’m Batman
Um, damn, what
Margiela madman
(Margiela, mad!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These niggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh? Nigga, f*ck yo squad
A$AP niggaaa. I’m stealing your hoe
Taking your hoe to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna suck on the d*ck
She wanna suck on the d*ck, she wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
Suck like a tick, suck on this s**t
Give her to clique
Give em the clip
Get on your knees, pray for the d*ck
Pray for this s**t, pray for my clique, pray for my niggas
I got my hand on the trigger, I got my hand on her pus*y
All of these niggas they pus*y
He run away like a wuss
I got the paper like books
I can’t pull up b*tch I’m booked
Walked in that b*tch and the b*tches they looked
All of these niggas, these niggas they shook
29 hop on the tour, watch this lil boss while I make a lil call. Asap Ferg lyrics
Video man
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent 50k on the Rollie
Just brought that s**t and my b*tch broke it
She sayin’ she ain’t even notice
But her pus*y wet like the ocean
(Margiela, Mad Man!)
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I’m f*cking her friend and she know it
Margiela, bad versuri-lyrics.info
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don’t care for no b*tch we just toss ’em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
There in your hood
Riding up to a bodega
Fergie ‘gone blow like Omega
This ain’t no game, ain’t no SEGA
Even though that beef old I don’t care
I will not f*ck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Making a b*tch sing like Aretha
I’m f*cking your b*tch when you eat her
You cuffing that b*tch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya
(Margiela, mad..man!) Lyrics Asap Ferg – Mad man
Whatchu know man it’s A$AP, nigga
It’s ASAP nigga stop all that goofy s**t
Nigga, f*ck yo squad nigga.

R U Still – Phora lyrics

R u still down for me? Phora lyrics
Lyrics still (x10)
We all need someone to talk to
Dealin’ with the pressure of the world, all the s**t we had to go through
She livin’ life in the fast lane, in the fast lane tryna roll through
Aye, we all feel low sometimes, we all need someone to talk to
Yeah, we all feel low sometimes, we all need someone to talk to
Dealin’ with the pressure of the world, all the s**t we had to go through
She livin’ life in the fast lane, in the fast lane tryna roll through
Aye, we all feel low sometimes, we all need someone to talk to
Yeah, we all feel low sometimesss.
Look, why can’t we just be real with each other? Instead of hatin’ each other, let’s start healin’ each other
Are we really scared of love or just scared that we’ll never find it? I need you, and I’m done tryna hide it
So r u still. Lyrics Phora – R U Still
Yeah, look
Pops told me this life is way too short for you not to live in the moment
Made a few mistakes in my time, but I’m still growin’
Embracin’ all these feelings these people are scared of showin’
I’m showin’ you all my pain in my story, the book is open
It’s real versuri-lyrics.info
Every chapter in my life is a lesson
But the girl I gave my heart to, we’ve been losin’ connection
She ain’t realize that she was a blessing
We just lost in a world, driftin’ apart, we never had no direction
See, I’m losin’ all my patience lately, I’ve been tryna pray more
She said, “You always leave when I need you, I wish you’d stay more.”
Dyin’ to feel alive, you holdin’ on to your pride
I used to be the one you’d run to, what you walkin’ away for?

Green lights – NF lyrics

All I see is green lights
All I see is green lights
All I spit is real life
Bet you don’t know what that’s like. I don’t think y’all fully understand the way you changed mine
I look at the future that’s in front of me with both eyes
Three records, three years, I don’t like to waste time
Oh yeah! I was made for this, I could tell when mama had me
I hopped right off the table, told my doctor, “I ain’t average.”
He asked me, “What does that mean?” versuri-lyrics.info
I told him, “Get the pen and pad, please.”
Who’d a known I’d write something that could change lives? Who you know droppin’ clean records, but they nasty? (x2)
Yeah
I know where I’m goin’, I don’t let no one distract me
I don’t need directions from nobody in the back seat
I don’t need these people in my corner tryna gas me
I’d rather have people in my corner tryna check me
Yeah, I walk off the bus a different city than the last week
Let the fans speak, they gon’ tell you ’bout the past me
If I’m bein’ honest, last year I was in a bad place
Wouldn’t say I’m out of it, but don’t feel like I can’t be, ah! All I see is green lights, yeah
All I see is green lights, haha
All I spit is real life (real life)
Bet you don’t know what that’s likeee. (x2)
Nf lyrics
Video lights
Lyrics NF – Green lights
Yeah
My name buzzin’, ain’t no way you could ignore it
I did not come this far so they could ignore me
I am not the one to say, “I’ll do it in the mornin’”
I’d rather get it done, don’t focus on what’s not important
They try to talk to me like they been nothin’ but supportive
Appreciate the love, but do not show up on my doorstep
If you ain’t about that real, I suggest that you avoid me
If we ain’t on the same page, that’s the end of story, ah! Hey, you are not a baller ’cause your closet’s full of Jordan’s
You are not a rich man ’cause you’re on the Forbes list
First, I dropped a record, then you know I gotta tour it
Real’s still the slogan, only difference is there’s more of us
The story of my life feels like it’s just beginnin’ now
I ask you a question, I want answers, not the run-around
You the one that brought it up, but I’m the one to shut it down
If you ain’t got the album yet, I brought you one, I’m at your house
Hey!(green lights)

Trip – Sidi lyrics

But the sky’s so dark and it’s getting so goddamn old
Triiip. But the sky’s so dark and it’s getting so goddamn old
Trip. Sidi lyrics
Video Sidi (x12)
I always fall too far
What do you see when you’re alone in the dark? Triiip. (x12)
But the sky’s so dark and it’s getting so goddamnnn. (x6)
I’m a little shaky
I’m a little nervous
Versuri-lyrics.info
It’s hard to accept it
‘Cause I don’t wanna be that person. Tantalizing pictures of your head before the storm
I’ve been alone with my destructive thoughts before.
Lyrics Sidi – Trip
I never had a problem with it
Okay alone, I stay in focused
Didn’t care if anyone noticed
But isolation takes ya down before ya know it.(trip)

P!nk – What About Us

I don’t want control, I want to let go
[Chorus]
What about us?

So what about us?

And you sold us down the river too far
We were willin’, we came when you called

Da-da-da
We are children that need to be loved
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us?
Oh, what about us?
What about us?
[Intro]
What about us?
[Bridge]

I’ll be ready Are you ready?

What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about trust? Oh, what about love?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?

But man, you fooled us, enough is enough, oh
La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
[Verse 2]
We are searchlights, we can see in the dark
[Verse 1]
We are ready, what about us?
Oh, what about us?
Oh, what about love? What about trust?
It’s the start of us, waking up come on
[Chorus]
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
What about us?
What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
We are problems that want to be solved
What about us?

What about love? What about trust?
What about trust? What about love?
We are rockets, pointed up at the stars
What about us?
What about us?
Sticks and stones, they may break these bones
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
[Outro]
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
Are you ready? I’ll be ready
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
‘Cause now it’s time to let them know
What about us?

[Chorus]
We are billions of beautiful hearts
What about us?
What about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
But then I’ll be ready, are you ready?
What about us?
Oh, what about us?

Steve Aoki & Yellow Claw – Lit (feat. Gucci Mane & T-Pain)

Can’t wait to pay your bills
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
They don’t see me
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
Hanging in the street, yeah
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip
Hanging in the street, yeah
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
But the hands go up to the ceilin’

I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Oh no, they don’t see me
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me

Just like these diamonds in my ear
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise
[Chorus: T-Pain]
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
See it clear, crystal clear
Oh no, they don’t see me
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
They tell me, baby you’re a boy makin’ big noise

Gucci
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
They don’t see me

I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?

Tank – When We

When we fuck
When we fuck
[Verse 1]

[Chorus]
Not me Who came to kiss and hug?
Face down, ass up
You love that I don’t play fair
And Imma use those hands to put up that gate and stop me
When we fuck
I just need your blessin (I just need your blessin)

[Pre-Chorus]
Say this universe is mine
Stroke is gettin deep and faster
When we fuck
When we fuck
[Pre-Chorus]
I like it when you lose it
This shit is gettin deep, deep up in there
Who came to beat it up? Rocky
When I’m just try’na take my time
I like the way you use it
I like that you don’t play fair
[Verse 2]

And put em both behind your head
When we fuck
When we
I just need your blessin (I just need your blessin)
When we
When we fuck
Not me Who came to make sweet love?
You love the way I use it
End up like this every time
When we fuck
Rocky Who came to beat it up?
[Chorus]
Say that I can have it, yeah
Go
Not me Who came to make sweet love?

When we fuck

Say that I can have it, yeah
I could be aggressive (I could be aggressive)
When we fuck
Lemme get both of them legs
When we’re done it’s a disaster
[Chorus]
I just need your blessin (I just need your blessin)
When we fuck
Feel your legs gettin weak up in here

I can be a savage (I can be a savage)

When we fuck
Get a face full of that gushy, I’m close baby don’t push me, this is how it all should be when…
I can be a savage (I can be a savage)
When we fuck
When we fuck
Say that I can have it, yeah
I can be a savage (I can be a savage)

You love it when I go there
And Imma use those hands to put up that gate and stop me
When we fuck
When we fuck

I could be aggressive (I could be aggressive)
[Bridge]
You end up callin me master (master)
[Intro]
Screamin’ like I’m outta line
When we fuck
I could be aggressive (I could be aggressive)
I like it when you go there
Who came to kiss and hug? Not me

When we fuck
Mmm
Back, back, back it up
When we
Recipe for a disaster
You love it when I lose it

BØRNS – Faded Heart

Don’t you break my faded heart
Don’t put me out
Don’t you break my faded heart
(Running out of time)
[Pre-Chorus]
High as a pretty star
But it feels just like I’m falling all the time
Don’t you break it
Don’t you break it, no
I’m searching for a sign
But it feels like I’m running out of time
But I can’t lose another night, oh, no
[Pre-Chorus]
[Verse 2]
But I see the light in your hands
Don’t you break it, no
Don’t put me out

I’ll show you the way my Thunderbird sings
[Chorus]
Show me what it’s all about
[Chorus]

Don’t you break it, faded heart
Don’t you break my faded heart
Heart in the trenches, head in the heavens

Don’t you break my faded heart

Show me what it’s all about
Don’t you break it, faded heart
Don’t put me out
High as a pretty star
Don’t you break it, no
You in the suede backseat is all I’ll ever need
High as a pretty star
I’m trying not to put up a fight
Don’t you break my faded heart
Show me what it’s all about
Won’t you be my consolation

So call me your Romeo
I know you’re unrehearsed
[Verse 1]
You got me howling like a dog in the heat

Mysterious universe
Don’t you break it, no
Don’t you break it, no
Been looking way too high

Don’t you break my faded heart

(Falling all the time)
And make me feel complete, oh, yeah
I need someone to kiss my hands and my feet
Galaxy, galaxy
[Chorus]
Don’t you break it, no
[Bridge]
You’re the man with the plan, oh, yeah
Fantasy, fantasy

Kip Moore – More Girls Like You

Yeah
On the same day, yeah, God made
Sent the sun rays to a dark place

It’s been a while since I stopped and prayed

More girls like you
More girls like you
Might’ve earned me a bad reputation

Wanna reach for the brightest star, set it on a ring
And raise a few, yeah
Wanna reach for the brightest star, set it on a ring
So un-reigned, so untamed, yeah
He sure didn’t make no mistake when he put that angel on Earth
And raise a few, yeah
But Lord have mercy look at her
More girls like you
More girls like you
Must’ve been true love you were grown in
Girls like you make guys like me
Running and gunning a little too hard
More girls like you
Put it on your hand, grab a piece of land
Wanna reach for the brightest star, set it on a ring
Well, I’ve been living like a wild old mustang

Girls like you make guys like me
Your soul is pure golden
Yeah
But never stopped these wheels
Yeah, God made
Yeah
More girls like you
Put it on your hand, grab a piece of land
So God made girls like you make guys like me
Out in Montana fields
And raise a few
Put it on your hand, grab a piece of land

More girls like you
More girls like you
From going and rolling too far