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sábado, 22 de mayo de 2010

Rough Stuff "Out of Control"

Rough Stuff "Out of Control" EP (2009) True Force Records.




OUT OF CONTROL
Wearing boots with the bouncing soles
Walking down the street, playing a starring role
Smoking, drinking, and making the noise
Now you're free, fighting with the boys

No one can obstruct your way
You're out of control
Yo can't hear what people say
You're out of control

The media banner the violent youth
People are blind, they don't know the truth
The council enacts various ban
But you don't care, you're having fun

No one can obstruct your way
You're out of control
Yo can't hear what people say
You're out of control



ANTI POLITICIAN
The great music heared from the street
It's not a given, it's our beat
I don't wanna listen to another charts
I don't like you the bleeding hearts

I'm anti politician

Are you learning to left or right
Where are you when our country fights
I don't wanna listen to your false preach
I don't wanna vote for a fucking leech

I'm anti politician

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Youth Anthem "Standing Point"

Youth Anthem "Standing Point" EP (1997) Knock Out Records.












BOUNDLESS WAR

Fight or flee. Wich should you choose?
Boundless world. It's mental war
Find a way out of the maze.
Break the deadlock right away

You can't carve out your own way
You can't get through your own war
You can't find right answer
But you must fight to boundless war

You always wandering about on the lonesome way
The wall stand right in the way
But tired out, you can't stepping forward

Boundless war. No answer. No way out
Fight or flee. Wich should you choose?


OUT OF CONTROL

The truth has been always coverd up
They don't know the case
The oppression takes fight out of the youth
We are fed up with this world

Break away!! The blind control
Break away!! The false freedom

The times is full of violence and lies
The times is full of fuckers!!
No faith. No fact. No private claim
We're fed up with this world

Break away!! The blind control
Break away!! The false freedom

We' ve got the power and the strength
No one can get away!!
We've got the power and the strength
No ona can get away!!

Out of control. Fuckin' dame your power.


SKINHEADS ON THE STREETS TONIGHT

They put on the flight jacket and braces and boots
Wander about on the downtown street between two days
Trivial trouble follows 'em around at any time
But they don't wanna get mixed up with such a thing

They're only looking for the joy!!
Skinheads on the street tonight

They have nothing to do with a common life
'Cos they choose 'em way of life as skinhead
The street rings withs step of youth at weekend night
'Cos skinhead boys gang up on the street tonight

They're proud of being a skinhead!!
Skinheads on the street tonight

They make a noise on the street tonight
Fuckin' wankers. Fade away!!
The one and only wonderland belongs to 'em forever more


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viernes, 7 de mayo de 2010

The Prowlers - "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow ... "

The Prowlers, "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow ... " CD (2000) MadButcher Records.








TONIGHT, TONIGHT

Tonight, tonight
Getting ready for a fight
We'll meet the boys
We'll be shouting Oi!
We'll drink our beer
We'll feel no fear

(Estribillo)

Skins and Punks
Let's get drunk
All night long we'll sing along

Standing proud
Beer in our hand
We are loud
The pub is our land
We'll smash your rave
We'll put you in your grave

(Estribillo)

Skins and Punks
Let's get drunk
All night long we'll sing this song

Tonight, tonight
Getting ready for a fight
We'll meet the boys
We'll be shouting Oi!
We'll have no fear
Drink our beer

(Estribillo)


WE COME OUT FIRST

On the streets you think we're scum
In your heart you think we're bums
We work hard, we have our fun
Fuck with us and you are done

(Estribillo)

In your eyes we are the worst
We're Working Class - We come out first

Back at home you live a lie
You hate yourself, you don't know why
You three piece suit won't get you buy
You drink alone, you wish you'd die
(Estribillo)


WE WON’T BACK DOWN

We're coming out of B.S.L. on Saturday night
Oh no, we won't back down
Jocks and preppies get out of our sight
Oh no, we won't back down
I'm in a violent mood and something just ain't right
Oh no, we won't back down
Someone's coming down and it ain't from our side
Oh no, we won't back down

(Estribillo)

The streets is where you don't belong
Get out of my face, back to mommy's home
You're out to prove yourself tonight
But you'll end up with broken bones - Oi!
There could be 20 of you and 10 of us
Oh no, we won't back down
Daddy's rich kids want to make a fuss
Oh no, we won't back down
We got nothing to lose but the shine of our boots
Oh no, we won't back down
Cause Hooligan violence is in our roots
Oh no, we won't back down

(Estribillo)

We're coming out of B.S.L. on Saturday night
Oh no, we won't back down
Jocks and preppies get out of our sight
Oh no, we won't back down
I'm in a violent mood and something just ain't right
Oh no, we won't back down
Someone's coming down and it ain't from our side
Oh no, we won't back down

There could be 20 of you and 10 of us
Oh no, we won't back down
Daddy's rich kids want to make a fuss
Oh no, we won't back down
We got nothing to lose but the shine of our boots
Oh no, we won't back down
Cause Hooligan violence is in our roots
Oh no, we won't back down

(Estribillo)

Lalalala ... Oi! Oi! Oi!
Lalalala ...


WE’RE TAKING BACK THE PUBS

We're banned from every pub and bar
We got nowhere to go
It's time that we all take a stand
And let everybody know
We're gonna take control of this town
Never let you put us down
We will never let them win
No way, okay!
(Estribillo)

We're taking back the pubs
We'll never let them win
And if we see them on the streets
You know we'll do them in
The city belongs to us
We want to take it back
And we're not scared, we're prepared
For your pointless attacks
We'll take control of this town
Never let you put us down
We will never let them win
No way, okay!
(Estribillo)
... Oi! Oi! Oi!
The city belongs to us
We want to take it back - take it back!
And we're not scared, we're prepared
For your pointless attacks
... For your pointless attacks


JOE HAWKINS (*The Oppressed cover)

See him walking down the street
Doctor Martens on his feet
Levi jeans, ben sherman shirt
Fuck with him and you'll get hurt

He's a skinhead and he don't care
Marten boots and short cropped hair
He's a skinhead and he don't care about you

Walking down on the brighton pier
Long haired hippies filled with fear
Crunch of bone as boots go in
Joe's so proud to be a skin

Prison couldn't change his ways
Skinhead's back he's here to stay
So if you think you've got the suss
Be a skinhead be like us

He's the king, king of the skins
Whats his name? Joe Hawkins

LOST CAUSE

You used to be a friend of mine
Now you haven't got the time
You're too afraid to walk the streets
Good friends you had so close and near
Now you live your life in fear
You crossed a line you shouldn't have crossed

(Estribillo)

It's easy but baby don't you see
You gotta stop blaming society
Look into your heart and see
Is that the way you really want to be
Don't want to hate no more
You got to wonder what you're fighting for
You burned your bridges way too fast
Your two timing ain't gonna last
You need to stand on your own feet
Your precious pride is falsified
You've been taken for a ride
It's all a bunch of fucking lies
(Estribillo)
Look into your heart and see
Is that the way you really want to be
Don't want to hate no more
You got to wonder what you're fighting for


IN MEMORIES

Walk on soldier, we will never forget you ...
Back in the days there was no choice
A war of wills united with a voice
They gave life to kids and wife
He was a soldier, soldier, soldier - Oi!
(Estribillo)

Remembrance day was made for them
You showing respect, that's what we expect
They didn't know why they went to fight
But they did it with pride
They gave heart for a stupid war
He was a soldier, soldier, soldier - Oi!
(Estribillo)
Back in the days there was no choice
A war of wills united with a voice
They gave life to kids and wife
He was a soldier, soldier, soldier - Oi!
(Estribillo)

EASY TARGET

Here come the cops, let's get outta here ...
Young punks hanging on the streets
- Easy target, he's a target
Coppers see them on the beat
- Easy target, he's a target
(Estribillo)

Kids on the streets won't have a chance
They're just trying to survive
Those pigs like to smash their hopes
- Easy target, he's a target - Oi!
You get off with your authority
- Easy target, he's a target
Watch your back, don't fuck with me
- Easy target, he's a target
Down at the station no-one sees
Locked away from society
Fists and bats you'll soon understand
- Easy target, he's a target
Young punks haning on the streets
- Easy target, he's a target
Coppers see them on the beat
- Easy target, he's a target
(Estribillo)


SMASH THEM UP

In this city all I see
Is brain dead hippies on the street
... They're on the street (x2)
Telling me how to be
Those posers we love to beat
... We love to beat (x2)
(Estribillo)
Smash them up
Don't give a fuck
We can't wait to beat you up - Oh yeah!
Your ugly face just makes me sick
You play the poor when you know you're rich
... You know you're rich (x2)
Don't ask me for a cent
Cause your welfare check is already spent
... Already spent (x2)
(Estribillo)
... What you gonna do?!


NEW BREED

I used to get pissed
With all those new breed Skins
But with an after look
I know what this scene needs
Certainly not hippie skankers,
But more and more kids from the streets
(Estribillo)
Ooh, ooh - The new breed Skins
Ooh, ooh - Come and grab a beer
Ooh, ooh - The new breed Skins
Ooh, ooh - Come, walk on with us
Everyone goes through this
Why don't we give a chance
To all those Working Class kids
That are proud of what they are
Just come and put on your boots,
Come with us, join the parade
(Estribillo)
I used to get pissed
With all those new breed Skins
But with an after look
I know what this scene needs
Certainly not hippie skankers,
But more and more kids from the streets
(Estribillo)
... Ooh, ooh - The new breed Skins
... Ooh, ooh - Come and grab a beer


HARD TIMES

Hard times have come and hard times have gone
But we survived and that's what made us strong
We wouldn't want to live any other way

Society says we shouldn't be
But what's society done for me
Try to kick us down but we come back again
We are the future, we're the past
We're sons and daughters of the Working Class
Don't need no money to feel like we belong
... So, Skinheads remember
(Estribillo)
We are the ones you love to hate
The ones you wish that would be dead
Try to kick us down but we come back again
We are the Skins from this city
Brothers and sisters of the streets
Don't need no money to feel like we belong
... So, Skinheads remember
(Estribillo)
... It's the life of the Skins
... No matter where you've been
... Black or white
... Now's the time
(Estribillo)
Society says we shouldn't be
But what's society done for me
Try to kick us down but we come back again
We are the Skins from this city
Brothers and sisters of the streets
Don't need no money to feel like we belong


DRUNKEN SKINHEAD

(*Drunken Sailor, tradicional see song cover)

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miércoles, 31 de marzo de 2010

Devotchkas "Live Fast ... Die Young"

Devotchkas - Live Fast...Die Young. Cd 2001, Punkore Records.










PSEUDO-PERSONALITY

You pick out some friends and to them you'll cling
Then you wait and see who next week will bring
You choose your friends wisely to take you to the top
You climb the social ladder and don't know when to stop


[Chorus:]

Suck 'em in and spit them outt
Hats what you're all about
The time will come, won't be long
People will notice somethings' going wrong
Shit on people and they soon will seeyou have a pseudo-personality


You stumbled into punk and saw your way in
Doing anything you could to fit in
You lead people on and they fall in your trap
You get what you need and you leave them flat


[Chorus]

You're outta control and all I've got to say
Is what goes around comes around one day
One step at a time you're knocking people down
Look at your nose-its turning brown


[Chorus]

It won't be long, just wait and see
People are gonna' notice how fake you can be
Their gonna' realize you're nothing but a fluke
Stop what you're doing-you're making people puke


[Chorus x2]


THE WICKED HEART


I was young and so naive
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
And so I gave it to you
Now left in pieces like broken jewels

You just up and left me here
For rot-gut gin and cheap beer
But I'm over crying and into fits
Sad to see you go, you piece of shit


Chorus:]


I have a wicked heart because of you
Now hate is all that I can do
I have a wicked heart because of you
Now hate is all I'll ever do


Endless tears I cried for years
Your endless bottoms of empty beers
Smiling with your drink in hand
To think I once called you a "real man"
I was always 2nd best, but what could I do?
When you loved a bottle and I loved YOU


[Chorus]

It makes me sick to think I cared
Knowing you were never there
And you'll go on, what will you be?
Never again a part of me

With empty hearts and open hands
You will hold your tainted stance
Remember me when you fall apart
Because you gave me this wicked heart


[Chorus x2]


NEGATIVE REACTION



You like to mock us but don't you know
You're just like the rest-you're society's clone
And just like a product on a shelf
You can be bought or you can be sold

[Chorus]

But your negative reaction
Won't bring me down
No matter what you say or do
I'll keep standing my ground


You love to point fingers and yet just the same
Whats unique about you when you're a pawn in a game
Just like a window-front mannequin
Your face has no identifiable name


[Chorus]


I don't agree with how you think-you tell me I'm not right
You judge the book by the cover without a peek inside
You've got an ignorant answer for everything I do
You've got a chip on your shoulder and a bad attitude


[Chorus]



PUSHED TO THE LIMIT


He was a young boy in school
all the kids played him a fool
a quiet boy, no friends at all
he tried to fit but still felt small

Fucked up family-nowhere to turn
Kept his feelings inside-soon he'd learnt
his boy was always left alone
maybe things would be OK if someone had known


[Chorus]


Pushed to the limit
with nowhere to go
what did they do to make this boy blow?
Pushed to the limit
what a surprise
this quiet lonely boy-and 5 kids have died


Everyday he was pushed even more
holding it in, his hatred soared
The kids at school, hurting his pride
everyone ignored him-pushed him aside


They called him a loser, knocked him aroun
dall of 'em pushed him to the ground
He tried to defend himself and failed
til one day the thoughts in his mind prevailed

[Chorus]

Next day at school he had a gun
kids continued pushing and making fun
not knowing what he had planned
they didn't notice the gun in his hand

Victims of their own demise
one by one he stared in their eyes
He pulled the gun and shot 'em all
and laughed to himself as he watched em fall

[Chorus x2]


LIVE FAST DIE YOUNG


Boy with no name, he was only 18
Never loved too much
Hated the monarchy
Yes he hated the queen
Real antisocial and he acted real mean
Was he in a dream?
Dowsing her lights was in
In his dreams


Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa


So full of hate and full of fury
To tell you a story
You would say
He was a one man jury
Catalog of anger posted through your door
Your door, your door, your door
Your door, your door, your door


Stole a gun and he stole a car
Oh boy, oh boy
With no pretty polly he would go far
Down to London where the bright lights are
Lights are, lights are, lights are
And I say
The mission his decision


He took out the gun
On that fateful day
The winds blew cold, the sky turned grey
He pointed the gun
And then he pulled the trigger
The message that he would now deliver


TRAVEL IN PACKS


Here you come looking to fight
making sure to ruin the night
thinking everyones full of fear
when really no one wants you here
coming to shows in a pack
you have to make sure you have back
I look and see how pathetic you are
the way you live, you won't get far

[Chorus]

You travel in packs cuz' you can't fight alone
You travel in packs-all of eachother's clones
You travel in packs-you have small dicks
You travel in packs-you make me sick

Knock him down, kick him in the face
all of you one steady pace
look at that-you made him bleed
Off of this is how you feed
call your friends to come around
so you can knock him to the ground
you're all ready to attack
just as long as he's held back


[Chorus]


Look and see the people you harrass
then when confronted, you'll kiss ass
you have a different view everytime
and you'll never be a friend of mine
what the fuck are you're politics?
you like keeping them a secret
You say its about American pride
get off the fence and pick a side


[Chorus]

All of you with something to prove
always ready to make a move
but you know if it's one on one
you would be the first to run
I think its funny when you act tough
you'll all leave when it gets rough
how do you think you're cool
when we all know that your a bunch of fools?

[Chorus x2]


WHAT HAPPENED?


One person talks a lot of shit and everyone listens
another speaks the truth and no one cares
the scene is nothing but blank stares
no one has a mind of their own

[Chorus]

What happened to the music?
I can't hear it!
What happened to the unity?
I can't see it!
What's happened to the scene? It's all lies...

The lies are spreading fast like a nasty disease
the kids are gonna' agree just to appease
you're all full of shit and I don't care
You can take your rumours and shove 'em up your ass

[Chorus]

Who are you to judge-you're not a king
Sit on your throne but you'll be alone
Don't let your ego soar cuz' no ones listening
you're gonna' be the one who's left behind

[Chorus]

This whole things gonna' blow up in your face
Everyones gonna' realize you're a disgrace
you think you've got the scene by the collar
But people will realize and stop being followers

[Chorus]

You think you've got the scene under your wing
but things aren't always as they seem
it's slipping from your fingers as I speak
You're gonna' realize your way too weak

[Chorus]


TRANSPARENT CREED


You preach with such conviction
but your life mirrors contradiction
daddy foots the bill
sas you live a life of priveleged frills
buying hair dye with mommy's visa card
yet you bitch that life is so hard
with a punker-than-thou attitude
you hide behind a facade to elude

[Chorus:]

You're a simple book to read
with your transparent creed
Your facade recedes
to your front-we do heed.


Sent to an ivy league school
only to come out a corporate fool
one day sporting daddy's benz
next day your politi-punk stance condescends
your opinions are ineffectual
you're a phoney pseudo-intellectual
out to prove yourself with verbal affrays
but your prescence here is just a phase

[Chorus]

You make attempts to theorize
with motives contrived to criticize
you'll find ways to falsly justify your guise
to explain to yourself your lies
you'll be gone in two years-an accurate prediction
and elsewhere you'll live out a life of fiction
family money affords your fleeting radical views
but nothing can buy you true virtues

[Chorus][Repeat 1st Verse][Chorus x2]


GONE CRAZY


Violence isn't an answer to problems you've got
but people sure use the excuse here alot
If you don't like someone or how they look
show 'em your hatred with a left hook
How silly is this shit-its making me sick
ruining fun by acting like pricks
I look around and see so much gone wrong
how much longer can this crap go on?

[Chorus:]

Has everyone all gone crazy?
I think everyone's all gone crazy!
Has everyone all gone crazy?
I think I'm going-gone-CRAZY!


You pay eights bucks to get into the show
but it gets cut off early cuz theres a fight-way to go!
I'm tired of calling it an early night
because some tough bonehead went picking a fight
Someone once called your friend you now call a foe
so you "even the score" by striking a blow
this petty nonsense is giving punk a bad name
and hooligans like you are putting good kids to shame

[Chorus]

How many more kids do you have to drop?
how many more venues will close before this stops?
How many more good times must come to a halt?
you can't even answer cuz' you know you're at fault

[Chorus]


HER LOVE IS INNOCENCE


When they 1st met, he swept her off her feet
with a boyish smile, acting so sweet
They talked alot-got along really well
little did she know-she was entering his hell
Her love grew stronger with every day
She'd always wish he'd never change in any way
as time passed on he started to change
The innocence left him-he was becoming so strange

[Chorus:]

Her love is innocen
cehe took her by surprise
her love is innocence
in her weakness he prides
her love is innocence
love will always be blind
her love is innocence
trying to break from his bind

[Extra Verse]

things were going great
he was liked by her friends
he made her happys
he never wanted it to end
the days went by
and the closer they got
in her open heart
she gave him a special spot

Perfect in others eyes
if they'd only known more
like what went on behind his closed doors
he hid it well by trying to act so cute
scared for herself she had to remain mute
with his short temper he was always ready to snap
with no conscience he'd set up his trap
she always kept quiet-scared of what he might do
he made her sick, left her black and blue

[Chorus]

She tried to leave but she was scared of his threats
he was relentless and he never had any regrets
he'd push her around and then laugh in her face
held her at knifpoint to show her his place
wheres that sweet boy
she had met years before?

she didn't understand as he knocked her to the floor
she picked herself up and left him behind
all he has left
is his warped and twisted mind

[Chorus]


LIKE ANIMALS

A grey sky falls on blood-soaked land where children used to play
theres no more laughter in the air-its all been blown away
The bodies burn in the sun as you just march on by
so handsome in your unifroms, but you bat not an eye

[Chorus:]

Like animals
gun-toting freak
scracked-up in cami
minds so weak
possesed like zombies in the night
all you want's to kill and fight

[Spoken:]

"..your politics and policies, have left children without families...
but you can't wash the blood from your hands..
and giving you the 'right to kill' and a loaded gun will not make you a man..."

Like life-sized G.I. Joe's you go-programmed to kill
trained to massacre other human beings at will
so well trained, with guns aimed-you rip 'em up with no remorse
you don't hesitate to pull the trigger-it's just a matter of course

[Chorus]

[Spoken ]

Your minds poisoned to think it just
to leave children dead in the dust
Oh my soldier hero! Bodies 'round the place...
when it's time to come home how can you look me in the face?
The body count rises, your conscience falls but you don't even care at all

[Chorus]


POOGLY


We sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a dlip dark chill winter bastard though dry.

What they sold there was milk plus something else.

They had no license for selling liquor, but there was no law yet against prodding some of the new veshches which they used to put into the old moloko, so you could peet it with vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom or one or two other veshches which would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes admiring Bog And All His Holy Angels and SAints in your left shoe with lights bursting all over your mozg.

There were three devotchkas sitting at the counter all together, but there were four of us malchicks and it was usually like all for all and one for one.

These sharps were dressed in the heighth of fashion too, with purple and green and orange wigs on their gullivers, each one not costing less than three or four weeks of those sharps' wages, i should reckon, and make-up to match (rainbows round the glazzies, that is, and the rot painted very wide).

Then they had long black very straight dresses, and on the groody part of them they had little badges of like silver with different malchicks' names on them - Joe and Mike and suchlike.

These were supposed to be the names of different malchicks they'd spatted with before they were fourteen.

There was a doddery starry schoolmaster type veck, glasses on and his rot open to the cold nochy air. He looked a malenky bit poogly, then he-- hahaha.

What the fuck does "poogly" mean?
I dunno but this Anthony Burgess guy sure seems to like it.

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Devotchkas "Anihilation"

Devotchkas - Live Fast...Die Young. Cd 200, Punkore Records.












ONE-SIDED SOCIETY

You've got a problem, I'm so sick of you
You're always telling me what to do
I'm not perfect, I know my flaws
But you're not gonna be the one who lays down my laws
Just because we don't see eye to eye
That doesn't mean I'll take your fuckin' lies


One sided society,
If you don't believe in the same thing
you're left out, you see
one sided society,

Point your finger at yourself
Before you point it at me,
Before you do accuse me, take a look at yourself
You've got the problem here, not anyone else
I don't need them and I don't need you
So what the fuck are you trying to prove

[Chorus]


We can't play this and we can't play that
You're the fucking biggot as a matter of fact
I don't give a fuck if we can't play your shows
Try explaining yourself, you never come to us, I know.

DISSAPOINTED

There used to be a time when I thought you were a friend
There used to be a time when the fun would never end
Here one day, gone the next
Forget the past, it's the best bet
Friendly faces, turned insane

Don't take it personally, it was them who changed
Disappointed in every way, every time i see you,
you turn away

Disappointed in every way, every time I see you,
you don't know what to say
Every time i see you, it's a different way to be
The way i look at you, the way you look at me
You piss me off with the way you are
What a disappointment even though i'm so far
away is where i want to live
Because I always knew you had nothing to give
Chance after chance to be a man
You let me down, and this is how I stand

I don't understand the things you do
I don't understand what you're trying to prove
To a later day I hold the future
But I know that nothing good will suit you.


HIP HOP KIDS

I hate hip hop kids, I hate their fucking noise
I hate the hip hop girls and I hate the hip hop boys
They want to stare you down when you're walking down the street
They want to have a laugh because your style doesn't meet
Hip hop music, what a laugh, god I hope that shit won't last
Baggy clothes, fucked up limp, they think it's cool to act like a pimp

I hate hip hop girls
I hate hip hop boys
I hate hip hop kids
I hate hip hop noise

Way of life, there is no pride
Who fucking cares if Tupac died
I don't care, white or black, this song is not a racial attack
But I will still have my say, hip hop kids: go away!
Work a day of life, most of them have never heard of that
Government check, parents sitting home, getting fat
Don't give a fuck what you've got to say
Always with an attitude, when they pass they feel you should pay

ANNIHILATION

We all know it's like a game
Pieces of flesh involved in pain
Day after day, same old thing
Try different lives but always the same
Have the time of your lives
One more day 'till another dies
We all know it's bound to come
But who would have guessed, the other side would have won
Playing life like a movie, everone's got their role
Some make it big, the others pay the toll
Time has come to stay alive

Annihilation of our kind

The scene is dying, maybe its dead
Just another fucker you wanna kick in the head
Try to find piece of mind
Keep on trying, its hard to find
People fuck you over the first chance they get
Never trust no one, my mind is set
Believe what you will, try believing in me
I'll tyr to take you ther to make you see
Stop the bull shit, enough is enough
Try to be so hard but I called your bluff.

SORRY

I won't say sorry for what I've done
I won't say sorry for having fun
I won't take the blame
And I ain't gonna be ashamed

I won't say sorry for what I've done
I won't say sorry for having fun

Shout it out
Shout it out

I Don't give a damn 'cause I'm proud of what I am
I Don't give a damn 'cause I'm proud of what I am
I won't say sorry to you

If you think I will, You know what you can do and
I won't apologize
And I won't put up with any of your lies
I won't say sorry to you
You can stuff that where you want to

Shout it out
Shout it out

I Don't give a damn 'cause I'm proud of what I am
I Don't give a damn 'cause I'm proud of what I am
I won't say sorry for the way I act
I won't say sorry for it and that is a fact
I won't say sorry at all
I won't say sorry 'cause it makes me feel small
I won't say sorry for the way I act
I won't say sorry for it and that's a fact

Shout it out
Shout it out

I Don't give a damn 'cause I'm proud of what I am
I Don't give a damn 'cause I'm proud of what I am

OI! TOY

Knew you from school- Over seven years
Never heard of nothing- Graduated Student-Council queer
Now you wanna hang
Got a skinhead boy to show all her friends


She's an Oi! Toy
Oi! Toy, Oi! Toy
You never knew shit
Oi! Toy, Oi! Toy
When you gonna quit?

Wears Fred Perry's and flight patches too
Doc Marten boots instead of her old trendy shoes
Kisses ass to hang with the girls at the shows
All the Oi music she thinks she knows
High School talk shit is her game
Thinking that her lies will gain her fame

Oi! toy, Oi! toy
Never knew shit
Oi! toy, Oi! toy
When you gonna quit

She's an Oi! Toy, Oi! toy
Never knew shit
Oi! toy, Oi! toy
Better wise up or you're gonna get hit

SHIT FOR DREAMS

Never to be happy seems the way it's meant to be
Violence all around me- Now violence part of me
Chosen few get to have it all
While the rest of us always take the fall
We get shit for our dreams

Shit for our love
Shit for our jobs and
Shit for who we are
Shit for our dreams
Shit for our love
Shit for our future and
Shit for who we are

There's nothing here left, why can't you see
Everything I've had you've taken from me
Hope for a future, future for what
An upper class job- raping the buck
We get shit for our dreams

Shit for our love
Shit for our jobs and
Shit for who we are
Shit for our dreams
Shit for our love
Shit for our family and
Shit for who we are

I don't what's right for me
I don't what I'm supposed to be
All I know is for those I care for best
Take what you can, never settle for less
I'll be okay, I've done it all before
Just another breather to be going back for more
We get shit for our dreams

Shit for our love
Shit for our jobs and
Shit for who we are
Shit for our dreams
Shit for our love
Shit for our family and
Shit for who we are
SHIT FOR DREAMS

DAMAGED GOODS

We see her cum around
Looking like a busted hound
She cums to all the shows
Ready to take off her clothes
For any guy in a band
As her pride slips her hand

She's got crabs
She's got the drip
She's a whore
She's damaged goods

She's got herpes
She's got aids
She's got it all
She's damaged goods

She always walks down the street
Acting like she's so sweet
But the truth we all know
She's nothing but an easy ho
If she only understood that
All she is, is damaged goods

She's a loose legged bitch
She only comes around to suck dick
Guys get her with ease
As she spreads a nasty disease
She should be tested 'cause
She must be infested

COOPERS IN FORCE

Coppers in Force
Coppers are out in force tonight
Better look out, better keep em in sight
Don't know what they'll bust us for
Doesn't really matter, you'll be out the door

Coppers are out
Coppers are out
Coppers are out in force tonight

Piss on them for the shit they cause
Fuck 'em all for their fucked up laws
Doesn't matter what you say
You're always on the wrong & Now it's your time to pay

MR.SCHOOL PSYCHOLOGY

Sitting in his office behind his desk
Harvard badge on the wall- thinks he's the best
A smile on his face to seem like he cares
I'm just another troubled youth holding back her tears
What do you see when you're looking at me

Mr. School Psychology!
You haven't said nothing to make me see
Mr. School Psychology!

He brings you inside as he closes the door
Just another statistic to even the score
He asks his question, he asks you to reply
When its all said and done it was you who feels defied
What do you see when you're looking at me

Mr. School Psychology!
You haven't said nothing to make me see
Mr. School Psychology!
Went to school day after day

Got plenty of looks, but they got nothing to say
Plenty of friends known long years ago
No longer speak cause you're no more part of the show
What do you see when you're looking at me?

Mr. School Psychology!
You haven't said nothing to make me see
Mr. School Psychology!

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miércoles, 10 de marzo de 2010

SpringtOifel "Sex & Droogs & Rock 'n' Roll"

SpringtOifel "Sex & Droogs & Rock 'n' Roll" LP/CD (1995) Walzwerk Records.








OI! KONZERT (März 1993)

Putz’ deine Stiefel, zieh’ die Hosenträger an!
Nimm deine Freundin in den Arm.
Macht euch auf in eurem Gefährt,
Denn heute ist jier ein Oi! – Konzert.

Das gibt heut’ ein riesen Fest.
Das hat noch nie ein Mensch erlebt.
Das ist wieder so ein Tag,
Von dem man wochenlang erzählt.

Frisch rasiert, in Jeans und Hemd.
Alle Leute die man kennt.
Heiß Luft, Kippenqualm und Bier,
Doc Marten Boots un tätowiert.

Das gibt heut’...

Gute Stimmung geiles Fest.
Heute geben wir uns den Rest.
Gute Laune ist heut’ drin,
Weil wir hier bei SpringtOifel sind.

Das gibt heut’...


SECHS ROTE AMPELN (Jul 1983)

Die StVO interessiert mich nicht.
Ich pfeif’ auf das Verkehrsgericht.
In Flensburg sammel ich fleißig Punkte.
Für hundert Stück schmeiß ich’ ne Runde.

Ich steh’ im absoluten Halteverbot,
Da kommt ein Herr in Grün – ich seh schon rot!
Klebt mir’ nen Zettel an den Scheibenwischer dran,
Als ob das arme Ding was dafür kann.

Sechs rote Ampeln, die waren alle mir!
Sechs rote Ampeln und zwanzig ßier!
Sechs rote Ampeln, die hab’ ich überfahrn’!
Sechs rote Ampeln, ihr könnt mich alle mal!
Ihr könnt mich alle mal, ich fahr sie alle platt,
Denn diese roten Dinger geh’n mir tierisch auf den Sack!
Ihr könnt mich alle mal, ich fahr sie alle platt,
Denn diese roten Dinger geh’n mir tierisch auf den Sack!

Nach einer kleinen Fete wollt’ ich ganz schnell nach Haus.
Doch an der sechsten Ampel, da war die Fahrt schon aus.
Sie kam voll auf mich zu – nicht schlecht hab ich getobt.
Doch was ich nicht verstehe, die ham’ mein Blut geprobt.

Sechs rote Ampeln...

Kein Flehen hat genutzt mein Führerschein ist weg.
Dabei war doch die Ampel schuld, denn die kam doch von rechts.
Und das die viel zu schnell fuhr hat auch kein Arsch bedacht!
Jetzt sitz’ ich 20 Monat’ und nix hab ich gemacht.

Sechs rote Ampeln...


GESTERN ABEND (Dez 1992)

Hab’ gestern Abend wieder gesoffen.
Bis 4 Uhr Morgens – der Hals war offen.
Jetzt lieg’ ich hier in meinem Bett
Da Maul vertrocknet, die Rübe fett.

Komm laß’ es sen ! Ich bin ein Kind von Traurigkeit.
Kom laß’ es sein ! Ich haß’ die gottverdammte Zeit!
Komm laß’ es sein! Nie wieder trink’ ich was!
Komm laß’ es sein! Weder Bier noch Schnaps.

Ich stoße auf – es schmeckt nach Fisch.
Ich würd’ gern Kotzen, doch ich kann nicht.
Mein Magen der macht Bungee – Springen,
Derweil tu’ ich ums Leben ringen.

Das kommt davon! Mein Blutkreislauf der pocht-
Das kommt davon ! Und auch die Leber klopft.
Das kommt davon! Die Lunge pfeift recht schief.
Das kommt davon! Ich denk’ heut’ negativ.

Dem Alohol entsag ich jetzt.
Ich geb’ mir niemals wieder den Rest!
Ab heute ebe ich gesund
Und trinke nur noch bei gutem Grund.

Er läßt’ s nicht sein! Nur an Geburtstagen.
Er läßt’s nicht sein! Und an Samstagen.
Er läßt’s nicht sein! Und an Sonntagen.
Er läßt’ s nicht sein! Und an Werktagen.

Um 19 Uhr – es ist soweit.
Durch Alka Selzer bin ich bereit.
Das Frischgezapfte wartet auf mich.
Wir trinken schnell und kloppen Sprüch.

Schenk noch mal ein! Ich bin kein Kind von Traurigkeit.
Schenk noch mal ein! Trink auf die gottverdammte Zeit!
Schenk noch mal ein! Wer weiß was morgen läuft?
Schenk noch mal ein! Hauptsach’ den Tag ersäuft.

So gegen 3 – wir sind recht munter.
Ich trink’ das Letzte und falle unter
Den Tisch, doch das regt keinen auf.
Ich war halt heute nicht so gut drauf.

Schenk noch mal ein! Tomorrow’s just another day.
Schenk noch mal ein! Da tut der Schädel wieder weh.
Schenk noch mal ein ! Der Durst ist unstillbar.
Schenk noch mal ein! Das ist ein jedem klar.


LAßT EUCH NICHT BENUTZEN (Märzt 1993)

Ist etwa die Politik
Der Grund für Euren Straßenkrieg ?
Um Menschen anzustecken ?
Dann könnt Ihr uns mal lecken!

Laßt euch nicht benutzen !
Nehmt ihre Ideen
Um den Arsch euch abzuputzen.
Damit sie is verstehen.
Laßt auch nicht benutzen!
Denn was wollen wir ?
Vom Ural zu den Abruzzen,
Oi!, Ska und Bier!

Ob nun Linke oder Rechte,
Beide bringen nur das Schlechte!
Die Parolen beider Seiten
Werden uns den Tod bereiten.

Laßt euch nicht benutzen ...

Hast du Stoppeln auf dem Kopf
Oder einen bunten Schopf.
Oi ! soll unser Schlachtruf sein
Und nur für diesen stehen wir ein.

Laßt euch nicht benutzen ...


SEX & DROOGS & ROCK ‘N’ ROLL (März 1993)

Ich bin aus Bretzenum und haa so ziemlich jeden um.
Ich bin hart wie Deutsche Eiche, am Depot unne stell ich die Weiche.
Ich bin en alte Klobe, denn ich bin der Mann für Grobe.
Meine Heimat ist die Lind’ weil die Hütscher do so billisch sind.

Sex, Droogs und Rock ‘n’ Roll!
Sex, Droogs und Rock ‘n’ Roll!
Sex, Droogs und Rock ‘n’ Roll!
Sex und Droogs und Rock ‘n’ Roll!

Mei Freundin aus de Zwerchallee,
Die is’ nit schlau und ach nit schee,
Bin ich frech wie’ n alte Strump,
Krie ich von ihr e gebumbt.

Sex, Droogs ...

Sunndachs geh ich zu de Zwölfer.
Kreisch bei jedem Foul: “En Elfer!”
Ab und zu gibt’ s ach die Knibbel
Fer die Selzer Bauernbüttel.

Sex, Droogs ...


VEITSTANZ (März 1993)

Heute ist ein schöner Tag, da gehen wir an den Rhein.
Wir holen uns ein Faß Binding und 20 Flaschen Wein.
Wir machen uns ein Feuer für eine lange Nacht,
Denn bis zum nächsten Morgen halten wir die Wacht.

Kommt die Geisterstunde dann werden wir zum Veit.
Wir tanzen wie die Teufel – zu jedem Scheiß bereit.
Wir gehen ans andere Ufer – das grenzt an Zauberei!
Doch wollen wir zurück, dann nehmen wir die Brück’.

Wenn die Sonne aufgeht – beim ersten Hahnenschrei,
Dann ist der Spß zu Ende, der ganze Spuck vorbei.
Wir trollen uns nach Hause, wir fühlen uns richtig krank.
Wir gehem heut’ nicht zur Arbeit. Dem Teufel sei Dank!


WOCHENDVERGNÜGEN (Jan 1994)

Samstagnachmittag gehn’ wir zum Fuß-
Ball. Das ist ein absolutes Muß!
Auswärts geht die Party schon im Bus
Los, denn heut’ gibt’s Bier im Überfluß!

Fußball und Wochenend’ der Durst ist groß, die Kehle brennt.
Fußball und Wochenend’ – der Mob der tobt, der Gegner rennt.
Fuvball und Wochenend’ – selber schuld wer das nicht kennt.
Fußball und Wochenend’!

Uns’ re Farben tragen wir mit Stolz
Hin bis zu jedem kleinen Bolz-
Platz und jubeln über jedes Tor,
Und singen lauter als der Fischerchor.

Wir singen:
Fußball und Wochenend’...

Nach der zweiten Halbzeit kommt die Dritte.
Wir stürzen uns in des Gegners Mitte.
Ham’ wir dann noch immer nicht genug,
Begleiten wir die Herren noch zum Zug!


STEHEN IM REGEN (Juni 1993)

Ich stehe hier an der Ecke, samstags kurz nach 14 Uhr,
Herausgepitzt wie ein Gigolo nach einer Schönheitskur.
Parfume Marke “Nasser Fuchs”, darauf fahren Frauen ab.
Frisch rasiert und frisiert zum Eisspendieren 20 Mark.
Meine schönsten Hosenträger, wie zwei Spiegel meine Schuh.
Beste Hose, bestes Hemd, ich hab’ heut’ ein Rendezvous.
Halb drei haben wir ausgemacht, ich bin schon etwas früher da.
Wie bestellt und nicht geholt, steh ich am Laternenpfahl,
Die Läden machen zu.
Mein Herz schlägt bis zum Hals, fünf Muniten bis halb drei,
Der Grund daß ich hier stehe der bist du.

Es macht mir nix aus!
So in fünf bis zehn Minuten wirst du aus dem Bus aussteigen.
Es macht mir nix aus!
Beim Eiskaffe werd’ ich dir meine Liebe beichten.

Es ist jetzt kurz vor drei, du bist immer noch nicht da.
Hast wohl den Bus verpaßt – sowas passiert.
Bus zum übernächsten Bus warte ich noch.
Kippenstummel mehren sich vor mir.
Ein Straßenköter pißt an die Laterne die mich stützt,
Denn mir tun die Beine weh.
Donnergrollen in der Ferne, dunkle Wolken ziehen auf
Und ich steh’ hier und warte auf die Fee.
Erste Tropfen zischen auf den Asphalt.
Das hat mir gerade noch gefehlt!
Ich hab’ mich gerade noch in der Gewalt,
Weil man sich in der Liebe gerne quält.

Man merkt mir nix an!
Doch die Stunde Verspätung läßt meinen Kreislau wallen.
Man merkt mir nix an!
Man kann nur sehen wie Wassertropfen auf meinem Kopf verdampfen.

Das Gewitter ist vorbei, langsam kommt die Sonne durch.
Ich seh’ jetzt aus wie Lumumba auf der Flucht.
Du bist immer noch nicht da und bei mir jetzt unten durch!
Ich steh’ alleine in der Haltestellenbucht.
Sowas wie dich hab’ ich nicht nötig, ich hab besseres verdient,
Schließlich bin ich ja ein toller Hecht.
Nur hat das außer mir noch Keiner kapiert,
Besonders nicht das weibliche Geschlecht.
Ich mach’ mich auf den Weg – nasse Hose, nasses Hemd.
Bei jedem Schritt macht es plitschquatsch.
Man kann nicht jeden Tag ein Sieger sein,
Der heutige Tag bestätig das.

Man sieht es mir an!
Ich hat eh’ keine Lust mit dir Eiskaffe zu saufen.
Man sieht es mir an!
Für zwanzig Mark kann ich mir auch’ ne Kiste Bier kaufen.


SINGEN IM REGEN (Geklaut im Sep 1994)

I’m singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain
What a glorious fealing, I’m happy again.

Chor: Happy again!

I’m loving the clouds, so dark of abound.
The sons in my heart and I’m ready for love.

Chor: Ready for love!

Let the stormy clouds shape. Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain. Have a smile on my face.

Chor: Smile on my face!

I walk down the lane with a happy refrain,
And singin’ just singin’ in the rain.


BIERLIED (Apr 1993)

Bier ist unser Elixier!
Ja, und darum trinken wir
Aus der Dose aus der Flasch’
Und wenn’s sein muß aus dem Faß.
Niemals Likör oder Wein !
Der soll für die andern sein.
Und ganz klar auch keinen Sekt,
Derweil der uns nicht schmeckt.

Bier, Bier, Bier.
Bier is unser Elixier!
Bier, Bier, Bier.
Bier is unser Elixier!

Flaschenbier ist sehr bekannt
Aus der Kist mir Flaschenpfand.
Wohlbekömmlich – ohne Müll.
Umweltschutz im Assotil!
Dosenbier ist schlau und weise,
Ideal für Haus und Reise.
Schnell gekühlt – gut haltbar frisch –
In Sekunden auf dem Tisch.

Bier, Bier, Bier...

Bier das gibt es auch vom Faß
Und zusammen gibt es Spaß,
Wenn man es in Maseen trinkt
Un der Wirt stehts neues bringt.
Paule ist ein übler Schläger
Und er trinkt nur Sechserträger.
Hat er davon 3 geleert,
Er mit üblem Volk verkehrt.
Und das singt :

Bier, Bier, Bier ...


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