DIY ethic refers to the ethic of self-sufficiency through completing tasks without the aid of a paid expert. Literally meaning "do it yourself," the DIY ethic promotes the idea that anyone is capable of performing a variety of tasks rather than relying on paid specialists. The DIY ethic requires that the adherent seeks out the knowledge required to complete a given task. The term can refer to a variety of disciplines, including home improvement, first aid or creative works.
Rather than belittling or showing disdain for those who engage in manual labor or skilled crafts, DIY champions the average individual seeking such knowledge and expertise. Central to the ethic is the empowerment of individuals and communities, encouraging the employment of alternative approaches when faced with bureaucratic or societal obstacles to achieving their objectives.
In the punk subculture, the DIY ethic is tied to punk ideology and anticonsumerism. It espouses the rejection of consumer culture, using existing systems or existing processes that would foster dependence on established societal structures. According to the punk aesthetic, one can express oneself and produce moving and serious works with limited means. Arguably the earliest example of this attitude was the punk music scene of the 1970s. Emerging punk bands such as Death, who recorded their earliest demos in a bedroom without any professional equipment, began to record their music, produce albums, merchandise, distribute and promote their works independently, outside the established music industry system. So extreme was their desire for independence that they often performed at basement shows in residential homes rather than at traditional venues in order to avoid corporate sponsorship and ensure their creative freedom. Since many venues tend to shy away from more experimental music, houses and other private venues were often the only places these bands could play.
The only easy day is yesterday,
Go on and pull me underwater,
I know you really can?t be that blind son,
But I think you think you?re that much smarter
It makes it that much more defined (?)
Now cough it up and call your mother,
I see you just can't find the time,
But time found me without much bother,
I saw that boy become a man,
He bathed in blood just like his father,
And while in golden gloves and gown (?),
He found he wasn't that much smarter
Now what's in you that is your own,
Not something you found on the highway,
I remember that time so long ago,
When you bought your soul and threw a party
Now paint your face, take to the trees,
There?s more to you than just your cover,
You?ve got them all down on their knees,
You?ve got them fuckking one another
You Djed blue and you Djed black,
So long as they count to a thousand,
Now get it on, don't break your back,
And don?t walk through the public housing (?)
Now, hey, Dickholder who's your man?
The scraps you catch past the table,
You make it all sound like your plan,
But what you do to get that label?
GUITAR SOLO
Now, hey, Dickholder who's your man?
The scraps you catch past the table,
You make it all sound like your plan,
But what you do to get that label?