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Well on a cold Tuesday morning, I was walking into town,
Had my headphones blaring, didn’t notice what was around, I crossed the road, a car swerved and nearly ran me down, Looked in the driver’s seat, I swear to God it was Doc Brown, He said “Are you Michael J Fox?” I said “No I’m Jonny Fox”, He said “Close enough, get inside, I’m taking you with me to see another time, A place you could only have dreamed in your mind, An alternative reality situated just outside of Clapham, So strap yourself in, Cos where we’re going you don’t need roads, To get to where punk never happened” We landed in a concrete desert, rubble as far as the eye could see, I says to Doc “Where we goin’?” Doc says he’s following me, We found the only building in the city that was left standing, It was my local venue, I know cos I recognised the landing, And there’s a gig on tonight! This town ain’t so bad, I got everything I need, right here in this pad, So I pulled out a bottle and took a heroic swig, Made myself comfortable and got ready for the gig, Well an hour after doors and there was still no-one there, The soundman was on acid, the fucking long hair, The bands never showed cos they didn’t see the point, When all the kids are at home still smoking a joint, They won’t go out and do nothing, not on your nelly, They’re just watching the telly and then feeding their belly, Their parents listen to The Beatles, while they listen to Nirvana, Cos Green Day and The Pistols, well they never heard either, They got long sleeve T-shirts and they never shower, They still believe in flower power, The hippy dream’s faded but they got nothing new, So they wear flares and slippers and burn incense sticks too, The kids would rather skate than go out and smash the state, While their parents sit still and meditate, Action’s at a low when people just don’t care, They zoned out to their surroundings, the anger’s not there, And I’m stuck in this hippy, grunge reality, Where the buildings are crumbling down from apathy, They grab you at school when you’ve just turned 13, And show you your brand new, life long routine, You can sleep and work, and work and sleep, So you can save up the money to buy a new jeep, So you can sleep and work, and work and sleep, Then sleep. Then work. Then work. Then sleep. I pulled a fanzine out my back pocket, held it in my hands, And watched the colours slowly fade away, The words bled right off of the pages til it had nothing left to say, I banged on the jukebox but it was useless, It had no good records on, Not even something weak like ‘The Best Punk Album In The World Ever Volume 1’, Outside the windows, I saw the excavators coming to tear the place down, No-one stopped them, for there is no community left in this town, There’s no-one around to fight Margaret Thatcher, The power of the flower just couldn’t match her, Too strong was the will of Parliament to cause damage, That with no punk rock everything went unchallenged, Land got knocked down to build more land, That got knocked down again for a couple more grand, With no punk the protests were full of throwbacks calling each other comrade, Of course the young folks’ attendance started to fade, So it was easy for the police to move in, they were trusted, And that’s when the whole damn town got busted, They moved CCTV cameras in everywhere, But the people were too apathetic to care, They made them carry ID cards to state where they’re from, As if by being born they had done something wrong, They shipped all the poor folk to live out in the edges, So the rich folk could move in and peer over their hedges, “But before you leave, you’d better build our homes, There, we’ve done you a favour, now you’re on your own, This ain’t your home no more, go find somewhere new, I know you ain’t got the money, cos it’s me who employs you, I know everything about you, what you eat, how you dress, Your hobbies, your turn-ons, your email address, While I had you working in the dark, you didn’t realise, That I completely stopped your ability to organise, I didn’t let you have a reason to communicate, I banned punk rock knowing you hippies would seal your own fate, I controlled everything you wrote, everything you created, I distracted you with advertisements so you forgot what you hated, I fed your dark side, kept you consuming and competing, And like a dog that doesn’t know when to stop eating, You took it all, oh and long was it my intention, You could have beat me if punk rock was your invention”, Instead the city will be sold to the highest bids, If only Sham 69 had of united the kids, If only the 4 Skins had told us ACAB, If only The Ramones had let us know we were a happy family, If only The Buzzcocks had shown us how to do it ourself, If only Crass had shown us there are things more important than wealth, If only The Vandals had shown us it was OK to smile, If only The Dead Kennedys had helped us put our government on trial, If only Rancid had played live, and brought with them that vibe, If we had Sick Of It All and Madball we could put them all on the frontline, If we had GG Allin we’d have learned it’s OK to be hated, If we’d have had The Refused then we could have innovated, If we’d had Poison Idea then they couldn’t push us over, If we’d had Minor Threat then we could have done it sober, If we’d have had Against Me we could have done it all unplugged, If we’d had Operation Ivy we could have done it then fucked off, If we had The Blitz, The Clash, Disorder, Propagandhi, The Exploited, NOFX and anyone that’s handy, There’s a lesson to be learned, one that I will take home, When I return to my normal reality zone, Punk rock has the power to change the world, It lies in every single punk rock boy and girl, So don’t let anyone tell you you’re not worth the earth, These streets are your streets, this turf is your turf, Don’t let anyone tell you that you’ve got to give in, Cos you can make a difference, you can change everything, Just let your dreams be your pilot, your imagination your fuel, Tear up the book and write your own damn rules, Use all that heart, hope and soul that you’ve got, And the love and the rage that you feel in your gut, And realise that the other world that you’re always looking for, Lies right here in front of us, just outside this door, And it’s up to you to go out there and paint the canvas, After all, you were put on the earth to do this, So shine your light so bright that all can see, Take pride in being whoever the fuck you want to be, Throw your fist in the air in solidarity, And shout “Viva la punk, just one life, anarchy”
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21.02.2011, 19:09 | #48 |
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Marc-Uwe Kling - Wer hat uns verraten?
So teuer ist das alles geworden... Ich war auch beim Hautarzt... Wird nicht eklig, keine Angst, war nur wegen Leberflecken. Und beim Hautarzt muss man auch Eintritt bezahlen, das kostet auch 10 Euro. Aber, aber die Überlänge ist schon im Preis inbegriffen...also...äh 2 Stunden im Wartezimmer...völlig umsonst... Also, also ich hin und will Eintritt bezahlen, er sagt: "Ne, brauchst du nicht"......Ja, zahlt die Kasse nicht, musst du alles selber bezahlen, hähä, witzig jaa.... Und dann habe ich halt alles bezahlt und dann hat er gesagt: "Ok, drei Stück müssen wir rausschneiden" und ich: "Ja, was soll der Geiz, schneid doch vier raus"... Er dann so: "Ja, aber jetzt musst du Praxisgebühr bezahlen" Und des war Ende des Quartals, Anfang des nächsten Quartals durfte ich dann zum Fäden ziehen kommen und dann musste ich für die Fortsetzung nochmal 10 Euro Eintritt bezahlen und dann waren wir bei 55 Euro, sag nix, 110 Mark. Da habe ich auch gedacht, boahh ist das teuer! Ich dachte, hoffentlich hat sich das auch gelohnt! Und dann ist mir klar geworden, dass ich mir damit quasi selbst Krebs gewünscht hab....und das war der Moment, in dem ich mich entschlossen hab, mein Lied über die SPD zu schreiben. Es gibt da so nen Spruch, von den alten Kommunisten mit dem die 1918, ihre falschen Freunde dissten. Natürlich ham wa heute ne andere politische Lage, und trotzdem passt der Spruch, irgendwie in unsere Tage. Wer hat uns verraten? Sozialdemokraten! Wer hat uns verraten, wer hat uns verkauft? Wer hat uns verraten? Sozialdemokraten! Die haben uns verraten! Und die haben uns auch verkauft! Ich glaube, ich mache ein Lied daraus, mit nem Arbeiterkinderchor, die singen den Refrain dann ihren arbeitslosen Eltern vor. Es singen schon die Angestellten, die Studenten und die Bauern, bald singens sogar die, die noch um Ludwig Erhardt trauern. Wer hat uns verraten? Sozialdemokraten! ("Das ist der Arbeiterkinderchor") Wer hat uns verraten? Wer hat uns verkauft? Wer hat uns verraten? Sozialdemokraten! Die haben uns verraten und die haben uns auch verkauft! Karl Liebknecht hatte diesen Spruch auf seinem Schreibtisch stehen und der hängt als Poster heut' bei Oskar Lafontaine. Und auch in Schleswig Holstein, versteht man noch gut den Sinn, dort flüsterts Heide Simones beim Tango vor sich hin. Wer hat mich verraten? Sozialdemokraten! Wer hat mich verraten? Wer hat mich verkauft? Wer hat mich verraten? Sozialdemokraten! ("Das ist jetzt Heide Simones und der Arbeiterkinderchor") Wer hat uns verraten? Weer haat uuns veerkaaauuuft? Dann baute Schröder Schiffbruch und die Ratten, die flohen sofort, doch sie kamen wieder zurück und brachten die schwarze Pest an Bord. ("Ja, des ist so ne Strophe, die kommt regional ganz unterschiedlich an") So wird mein Chor immer größer und wie auf der Titanic bleibt die Band an Deck und es dauert auch nicht mehr lang, dann singt bei uns sogar Kurt Beck. Wer, wer, wer, wer, wer hat uns verraten? Ah das war'n doch, sag mal war'n das nicht die Sozialdemokraten! So sang Kurnaz in Guantánamo und manch Bombenopfer im Kosovo, das war'n die Sozialdemokraten, die haben und verraten! Der Sozialstaat und der Sozialismus, die sind beide tot. Übrig sind nur hohle Phrasen und literweise Rot! Und wer steht an ihren Gräbern und hält lächelnd noch die Spaten? Ah sag nix, lass mich raten! Ah Sozialdemokraten! Und das ganze schöne Geld, wer hat's an die Reichen verbraten? Das war'n doch, sag mal war'n das nicht die Sozialdemokraten?! Und meine ganzen persönlichen Daten, wer die an's BKA verraten? Und wer hat keinen einzigen fähigen Kanzlerkandidaten? Wer hat uns verraten? Wer hat so viel Geld? Wer, wer ,wer ,wer ,wer hat uns verraten? Wer hat uns verraten? Wer hat so viel Geld? Wer hat so viel PinkePinke, wer hat das bestellt? Wer, wer ,wer ,wer, wer hat uns verraten? Für Jobcenter, für Bürokraten, wer hat uns verraten? Für Statistiken, für Wachstumsraten, wer hat uns verraten? An die Weltbank und die Illuminaten, wer hat uns verkauft? ----------------------------------------------------------- aber geht ja mit der spd wieder bergauf... (sorry weiß nicht wie man spoilert) |
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Holstuonarmusigbigbandclub - Vo Mello bis ge Schoppornou
Samstag z’Obad a dr Egg – i bea wiedar amol halb varreckt 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 Gläsle sand oas z’viel gsin – i gloub i ka nix drför No an letschta Blick uf mine Rolex Uhr – oa Oug zua – dass i jo da Zwölfar seah A Glück kea – a Glück kea – und schö hat ar mi gseah Guni seit iatz züad Fäda - i dor nämle zu mi Läda Vo Mello bis ge Schoppornou bean i gloufa – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau Vo Mello bis ge Schoppornou bean i gloufa – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau Weh tau – weh tau – weh tau – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau Weh tau – weh tau – weh tau – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau Usse us um Tritsch, abe vor a Kässtadl – Hond usse – warta bis an Karra kunnt 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 Stunda hean i g’wartat – und zmol kunnt an rota Clio doher Deana hockt an Dütscha - ar seyt – ich fahr nach Mellau von da an musst du schauen wie du selber weiter kommst und jetzt steig ein und mach das Fenster auf – es stinkt ... „Jo reg de nüd uf – zefix!“ Vo Mello bis ge Schoppornou bean i gloufa – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau Vo Mello bis ge Schoppornou bean i gloufa – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau Weh tau – weh tau – weh tau – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau Weh tau – weh tau – weh tau – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau Blausa kea an Füaßa – Blausa kea am Kopf – so bean i ie trolat - i üs Gadaschopf 1 – 2 – 3 - halbeviere wird as gsin sin – Mama ischt schö ufret gsin Se seyt – hey Buab wo bischt schö wiedr gsin – allad umanand sufa das kan as doch nüd sin – das kann as doch nüd sind - hey Vatr säg ou amol eats: „Jo lass a macha – er werd schö weassa was ar tuat!“ Vo Mello bis ge Schoppornou bean i gloufa – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau Vo Mello bis ge Schoppornou bean i gloufa – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau Weh tau – weh tau – weh tau – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau Weh tau – weh tau – weh tau – d’Füaß hend mr weh tau
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sonata arcitca - misplaced
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sonata arcitca - misplaced ( kann nicht versprechen das der text 100% stimmt) man könnte meinen ich hätte den text geschrieben. er passt einfach nur... Sometimes I feel so out of time and place, trapped in a maze As if I was lost in someone else's life... The values I should keep in high regard don't mean a thing to me Do you ever feel a need to go back in time? A dream of mine... To travel far away and one day steal back my life In the end all I can do is to learn I live in a dreamland This time was not made for me, I have nowhere to land, no place to rest, Like a bird, without a nest, I'm gliding Under the clouds, forevermore How much suffocated anxiety can be held within? I was found guilty to a crime against myself. No need to hear the words again, I live and I'd die for my dreamland This time was not made for me I have nowhere to land, no place to rest, Like a bird, without a nest, I'm gliding Under the clouds, forevermore I'll never have a chance, I can't understand I'm a misplaced man How could this backward land Learn to understand my dance what it's like, when every single smile hurts... I have never felt like home here Always missing something People aren't connecting Am I a misplaced soul? I live in a perfect Hell, I try finding my wishing well when I drop my last tear, I have accepted this life A true saint, that I am not, you have never seen me 'Cause I have always been there, standing by your side I'll never have a chance, I can't understand I'm a misplaced man How could this backward land Learn to understand my dance what it's like, when... Every single moment pains me... Never felt like home here I am missing something My soul's in a wrong shell? |
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I have a phobia A fear of the dark Afraid to shoot strangers The animal talks Guns scare me shitless But love gun's my friend The sentinel's coming But is this the end Riding on this crazy train I'm going paranoid Watch me lose my mind And break the law I'm a metal machine It's close to midnight and He's barking at the moon I'm a metal machine the rainbow in the dark is shining I'm only metal machine It's close to midnight and He's barking at the moon I'm a metal machine The kings of metal ride the sky Is this st. anger The ultimate sin Or haveIreally A black knight within The gates of babylon Are open and wide Shout at the devil There's nowhere to hide Fighting for the world to keep The wild child in it's cage Broke my metal heart Against the wall I'm a metal machine It's close to midnight and He's barking at the moon I'm only metal machine the rainbow in the dark is shining I'm a metal machine It's close to midnight and He's barking at the moon Come touch my metal machine The kings of metal ride the sky |
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weil ich es grade mal wieder höre und ans party san 2009 denken muss xD
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knorkator - absolution
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das lied von meinem macker und mir
♥20,21,22.5.2008♥ ....wir wissen nicht mehr genau wann wir zusammen gekommen sind waren richtig blau über häppy cadarver xD You´re the light at the end of the tunnel The beacon fire in the dark The glimmer of hope and truly the meaning of my life I say this with all of my heart: You are the only one for me Year to year, in words and deed In all this chaos the trace of clarity You are the only one I see My first and last, my all and everything You are the One When dusk falls and obscures the sky You´re the shine of the Northern Star No dead of night can fade the brilliance of your light I say this, holder of my heart: You are the only one for me Year to year, in words and deed In all this chaos the trace of clarity You are the only one I see My first and last, my all and everything You are the One [Repeat] You are the only one In the heart of winter the comfort of the sun You are the One, my love, my love...You are the One Geändert von Meeeel (05.06.2011 um 22:59 Uhr) |
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Helloween - dr. stein
Once they killed his monster when it went into a trap Now he's making better ones on a higher step On a warm summer day the doctor went away To a place where he could make it real His assistant's hips were nice So he cloned her once or twice Now his hips are aching what a deal Dr. Stein grows funny creatures Lets them run into the night They become great rock musicians And their time is right Sometimes when he's feeling bored He's calling it a day He's got his computers and they do it their own way They mix some DNA, some skina and a certain spray You can watch it on a laser screen And the fellow's blue and grey Or sometimes pink and green Just check it out on Helloween Dr. Stein grows funny creatures Lets them run into the night They become great politicians And their time is right One night he cloned himself Put his brother on a shelf But when he fell asleep that night It crept up from behind and thought "well never mind" Took a syringe and blew out his life Dr. Stein grows funny creatures Lets them run into the night They become a great possession And their time is right Dr. Stein grows funny creatures Lets them run into the night They become a great oppression And their time is right |
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Choking Viktim - 500 Channels 500 channels of a day-dream stimulation helps me to resent my life and raise my expectations. Locked into re-runs, your memories repeating, and all your ideals seem so self defeating. For you and yours, the pepsi generation, and when you're discontent, you change the T.V. station, And when you hate your life, no qualtities redeeming, a million brainwashed zombies will always be heard screaming... And when there is no hope, "I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope!" When theres no enemies, "I sit and stare at my T.V. and in my ignorance, I'll be a slave and sycophant!" And in a perfect world devoid of all temptations, the good leftover crizack could unite the nations. But now the war machines are mapping our destructions with poisons over flowing in the chemical seductions. And when there is no hope, "I'll smoke some crack, I'll shoot some dope!" When theres no enemies, "I sit and stare at my T.V. and in my ignorance, I'll be a slave and sycophant!" With my credit and my bank, my mind will draw a blank. I'll block out history, and stare at my T.V. For me there is no way. 500 channels waste my life away, away...
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