Squat the World
Raw, chaotic early 1980s punk track inspired by early hardcore punk and street punk, played by teenagers with tons of enthusiasm and very little technical skill. Fast and sloppy tempo, buzzsaw distorted guitars, simple one-note or two-chord riffs, loose and slightly off-time drums, and a clumsy but driving bassline. The performance should feel barely held together, urgent, and reckless. Vocals are shouted or half-screamed, cracked, nasal, and unpolished, full of teenage anger and excitement. Recording quality should be lo-fi and rough, like a first demo recorded in a garage or practice space, with distortion, bleed, and mistakes left in. Overall mood: youthful rage, nihilism, reckless joy, and DIY punk chaos.
Squat the World
Raw, chaotic early 1980s punk track inspired by early hardcore punk and street punk, played by teenagers with tons of enthusiasm and very little technical skill. Fast and sloppy tempo, buzzsaw distorted guitars, simple one-note or two-chord riffs, loose and slightly off-time drums, and a clumsy but driving bassline. The performance should feel barely held together, urgent, and reckless. Vocals are shouted or half-screamed, cracked, nasal, and unpolished, full of teenage anger and excitement. Recording quality should be lo-fi and rough, like a first demo recorded in a garage or practice space, with distortion, bleed, and mistakes left in. Overall mood: youthful rage, nihilism, reckless joy, and DIY punk chaos.
Lyrics
{Verse 1]
We got no future, they said it first
Empty pockets, hunger and thirst
Locked-up houses, lights turned off
We kick the door, we laugh, we scoff
Chorus
Squat the world
Take it back
Brick by brick
Crack by crack
Squat the world
No rent, no rule
This city’s ours
You stole it first
Verse 2
Paper laws and plastic dreams
Cops in vans, cold machines
You keep the keys, we keep the night
Candles burning, hearts alight
Chorus
Squat the world
Take the floor
Sleep where we
were banned before
Squat the world
Steal the crown
We live here now
We won’t bow down
Bridge
No leaders
No plans
Just friends
And hands
Walls fall
When we stay
Verse 3
They call us dirt, they call us trash
But we make homes in the cracks
From stairwells, basements, broken doors
We’re not asking anymore
Final Chorus
Squat the world
Here and now
No permission
No “somehow”
Squat the world
Till the end
This is life
Not to lend
Outro
Squat the world
We’re still alive
Squat the world
We survive