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DURANGO 95
black monday what you're thinking, i don't know. create illusions, change the truth. modern gambling covers death. pay for silence, shoot the rest. imperialistic visions we can't ignore, we won't follow that's for sure. your repetition's still a lie, and last monday we will die. tell me lies about a free world, make them all content and stupid. create a world of bread and plays, blame the weak and kill the poor. we're going on without knowing what's at the end. we're going on and we hope we're right.
bound remove my strings, which kept me holding on so long. remove the doubt, which is living in my head. i feel my life slipping away. away, taking my breath. am i up to manage it? you think i am... the trap is prepared. tons on my shoulders. crush me down 'til nothing's left. just an empty body with an empty soul. you can replace the emptiness with your appearance, with your love. my confidence crumbles down.
came as we were how did we get here baby? remember when we never feared a thing, remember we knew everything. we held our truth like a flame, like a fucking gun. some change hurts and doesn’t do well on teenage smiles and runaway dreams.
we laughed so hard i thought i died, we laughed so hard nothing could reach us. we ran so fast, never out of breath. noone could stop us.
you should have never stopped yourself, i know you could have come so far. now see me running there like i’m the only one still sane. when we screamed for a change, we never meant to grow old. when we took the flame, we never thought of ashes.
this is all gone now, they changed our truth and took all we had. see me still stand strong now, with this fucking gun we found searching truth.
and all that i want is you by my side, our words all like bulletts and flames in our eyes. and we never grew old and we never got tired. sing me a song, tell me we’ll never fail.
tell me we’ll kill everyone in our way. everyone.
channel ninetyfive what a fuckin place i'm travelling. the gras is dry, dust in my eyes. an empty tank, a broken car, a goddamn bullet in my heart. searching channel ninetyfive, makes me feel that i'm alive. raise my fist up in the air, here i am and i will stay. my boots are dirty from the past, the smell of yesterday's too good to last. yes i'm the one who has to go, cause time is time and nothing more. searching channel ninetyfive, makes me feel that i'm alive. raise my fist up in the air, here i am and i will stay. yes i'm the one who has to go. 'cause time is time and nothing more.... if you're stuck somewhere, remember you're not alone.
collateral damage when i kick your teeth out fucker, kill your kids and your wife and tell you it's all your fault. when i cut your eyes out fucker, destroy your home and your life cause of where you live. then remember your words (then i'll scream your words): clusterbomb, soft target, collateral damage, let them taste freedom, bringing you peace, a mission for humanity, bringing you peace. it's nothing but murder.... "...a very hard choice, but we think the price is worth it." US secretary of state Madeleine Albright said when asked for her reaction to the death of half a million iraqi children in five years due to war and sanctions. keep this in mind when you hear about "humanitarian" reasons for warfare. the war in yugoslavia won't be the last they excuse with lies of freedom and peace. the reason behind these wars, be it in iraq, kosovo (or nicaragua, vietnam, grenada, columbia...) is the will for power and the need to make the world safe for business interests. the NATO, USA and EU (as well as the green party) don't care about human beings or peace or freedom. in fact they will kill and slaughter everyone who stands in their way of making profit. war is a crucial part of capitalism, as is poverty, as is slavery.
count to twentyeight you got me screaming, this isn’t close to what i wanted. theres only lost dreams left of highschool schemes and punkrock scenes. and i’m just screaming, i didn’t get close to what i wanted. the change i sought got lost in my TV. these are sleepless nights full of runaway plans and movies of old wars and my own war inside me. martini on ice, find me some sleep. eyes open wide, find me some truth. shaky hands and a pen, find a solution to stay away from stagnation and to hide from slavery. these are sleepless nights
with this pain in my head: (i know) i could have done everything and never did anything. i want to have songs in my head and not doubt. i want my head give me words and not pain
covered cover up yourself behind your fucking walls. still afraid of showing what's inside. pretend to realize the better way. pretend to realize the perfect way for you, but what you live and say are different things. your life isn't different, but you just conform. you don't live on the outside, you just get closer to the norm.
destroy.fuck you and i can't quite decide: lie down and cry or get out and kill. so stupid to believe in this. how can you be so stupid to believe in this shit. i want to destroy everything you built. destroy. fuck you....ever felt like killing someone? i have to admit i sometimes do. those are the days when it seems like earth's population consists to ninety percent of sheep transformed into humans. all the stupid and mean and evil things these idiots believe in. and it's even worse that actually everyone has the ability to break out of this stupid lifestyle, but noone seems to realize it. i want to destroy everything that is born of conformity and the acceptance of a sick status quo. i want to destroy this set of beliefs that leads to so many people suffering. give me a gun.
direct confrontation there is nothing we can not do. kick us down and we'll spit back at you again. better get used to that we will never give up.
dusty do you think you are alone? even then it's not ok! what you try to get across is so old-fashioned. shut the fuck up, it's time to leave, here's no place for you. you'll better think twice about the moves you'll make. fuck you and your one-way thoughts, this kind of elite and sick belives, your foolish pride and master-race. fuck you and your macho ego. it's "abnormal", i give a shit! "against-nature", well, fuck you. it's the same old story: dorks like you with hollow minds, got used to this traditonal roles. given from father to son, given from mother to daughter. just like their father and mother. yeah, it's the same old story....i thought that we can speak about a common sense concerning topics like sexuality and gender roles in the punkrock/hc community, but sadly, i guess i was wrong. for those of you who still didn't get it: gender roles are resulting from specific conditions like culture, sozialisation (childhood, parental education etc.), and are not hooked in your genetic code.
friday night escape deception my youth will be my life, tomorrow i will die. we try so hard to feel alive, give me salvation friday night. erase all memories of lost weeks, this dj blows my mind away. sweet soma make me forget! a drugged weekend to forget: we are already dead. we try so hard to feel alive. we try so hard to forget. we are already dead....one of the few freedoms we got left: to go out on the weekends trying to make up for the time we wasted at our jobs. a lifetime reduced to two days in the week. two days on which we're busy pretending to be happy, pretending it doesn't matter we can't live the way we actually wanted to. just remember the dreams we had.
hooray for punkrock had there never been the life i saw. had there never been the love i felt. i (would have) lost all hope for a better world. not at home again, i’m not at ease and i can never find a place where i feel safe. took a breath of this world, this sick world poisoned me. and my bruised eyes barely face another of these days. had there never been the kids who feel the same. had there never been that smile you gave. i (would have) lost all hope for a world worth living. i know their way of staying alive, it just isn’t mine.
another of these days, when only a kick in the head reminds you you're not alone.
i wanna fuckin' know you say yes but you mean no, you stand still although you wanna go. you say hello but mean fuck off, you are weak but you'll always play the tough guy. i wanna know who the fuck you are....i give a shit about your fashion codes and your artificial way of talking. i hate your hypocritical smiles. i don't wanna surround myself with products. i just wanna know who you really are.
just try try to break our will to stand of sight. try to break our will to resist. we will not accept your life full of fuckin' lies. and the shit you try to press into our heads. me and you, let's unite to make life better. me and you, we must fight united. we don't need, one is better than another. we just need: we are all the same....it's not a dream. it's not a phase. it's not a compensation of frustration: our rage is real. so just try.
a kiss before dying this dragon didn't eat my soul, but it sure got my heart. took my bleeding heart and spit it out in parts. yeah, with my heart, you got my bravest smile and a prayer you would care. unable to move i lost you. two days late i found all the words to make you smile, two days late i know how much i miss you. and two days late i know how much i missed being alive. and one week late i find i've never driven this road with a smile before. a smile on my face and a song in my head. now i know that fear is a path i won't walk again. now i see how much i miss to hold you tight and see your smiling face. i lost you that night. i lost my heart and a different life.
like a knife this cuts like a knife and goes to my heart like this song i knew about friendship and trust, like the songs we knew, like the songs we lived.
there were tears in your eyes, there was hurt in your voice and hate clenched your fist, this was so beautiful. this was all so beautiful, my memories of us against the world. this is all so desperate, your brave smile and your hope it will be alright.
you spit my blood from your lips, we sang the tears from our eyes
we burned the old and kissed the new.
and who shot the shot that put the bullet in your heart.
and of all places why did you go back home
"you're not growing up but giving up. you might be older but that's not enough. does your age regulate what's right or wrong?"
maverick sometimes it's hard to care, but i always try to do. sometimes i feel so weak and i think it's all no use. but to this life there's no compromise. but it's my life, and i'll be going on and on.
me and my loser friends another song for the losers, those who don't get anything right, those who only get your contempt. yeah, we're the same, and i don't know how we'd ever stay alive alone. we're the kids that stay outside, we just can't fit in. we're the losers, the idiots, the rejected. the only thing we got is ourselves. and that's more than you'll ever get....made by losers for losers. this is my understanding of punkrock: a place for those who can't or don't want to fit in with a world of sick values. out of step with the world, you know?
my speakers poured napalm on me these drums let my heart beat, these words cut my head. these chords let my heart speak, this sound burns my head. like fire. you put a song in my head and it burns like fire. you put a song in my head like it was heroin. your mic like a needle, your bass like a spoon. and baby, how is my heart now: find it broken from your voice and do you know what my eyes see: a thousand lives that could’ve been. and do you know what my heart feels: i’ve got everything in front of me. just cut me in two (these drums let my heart beat) and explode my head (these words cut my head) burn me to smoke (these chords let my heart speak) and steal my breath (this sound burns my head).
you know what my heart feels: i’ve got everything in front of me. give me a chord and you give me speed, this drum is all the drugs i need. i’ve got everything in front of me. i’ve got everything in front of me.
„forever“ is a word that i’m scared of, but a quiet „tonight“ gets my heart beating. „take me away“ is all i can whisper running at top speed is all i can do. lets run away and never stay prisoned in memory, kept from our future.
let my lungs collaps (these drums let my heart beat) from too much screaming (these words cut my head) let my mind race (this sound burns my head) like fucking fire
one year runaway there will never be an end to this: pretty faces on my mind, sad songs on my stereo and it's always monday morning, waiting for friday night. it's been one year of running away and i'm preparing for another. i just ran away. and i'll run away again. turn on the clash, so i can't hear my thoughts. try to feel every chord, so i can't feel my heart. open my eyes, so i can't see this image. one picture of you made me forget I can breathe.
shooting star so it's the second time you come to me, and twice i hear the same old stuff. apologies for shit you've done, but two wrongs don't make things fucking right. (it's the second time you come to me) your last big step was too far gone, and the once bright light begins to dim, while other stars keep shining on. your last big step was too far gone. goodbye my friend, last words are said the die is cast, and time will tell, if i can cope with this again, the second try to loose a friend. and tell me now if you would act the same, with lies outspoken and common friends, a promise filled with your hollow words, once broken and it will never fit, it will never fit in....there are lots of people pretending to be close friends, just trying to take advantage out of it.
staying home through all the change i'll see, this one promise i give to myself and all who believe in the idea that saved our lives. one promise: i will never stand on their side. i will never believe that money equals life. i will keep my life and i will always embrace what saved me....over the last few years a lot of things in my life changed. sometimes it feels like i lost track of the things that are important and that have been important to me since i first listened to the sex pistols as a kid. still, somehow i know these things won't change. the disapproval of this world of money and lies will always be with me, and i will always know where to find my people. and they will always know where to find me: at their side.
this is the day this is the day and these are my people. this is the day and i will make it last. fuck those tears and forget my crying, i don't care about my miseries anymore. this is the day. so what the fuck if I'm tired. if i don't burn now, i never will. and who cares if this will break me, at least it's better than regret. this is the day. if i don't get up, please come along and kill me now. if i don't burn now, please come along and kill me. this is the day and i will make it last. please, hand me that lighter. another day spent... where do you want to go today? our lifes, full of neverending possibilities. we can burn and shine like the brightest star, yet we choose to be just another part of some human machine. spending our days working for nothing. does the word "senseless" mean anything to you? every day spent is another death sentence. every day spent is another life lost. this is your life...waste it. this is your life...waste. this is your life. die idiot, die. ...die.
this is tradition let us trade our golden future with a golden cage and the burning ring of fire with a chain of fake dependence
and with distrust and envy burning our hearts right now, we’re defending property from the danger of a free live
„i love you“ i said and meant „you are mine now". „forever“ you said and meant „here’s your prison“.
we took our breath – we’ll take our life. i own your heart and you own mine. we are the desperate – afraid to be alone. we are the prisons – terrified to let go. this is tradition – this isn’t love.
and we hold on to love like we'd hold on to gold, and we choked love to death in our airsealed vault.
we are the desperate – afraid to be alone. we are the prisons – terrified to let go. this is tradition – this isn’t love
we hold on to truths that have already failed us. this is tradition, this isn’t love.
three chords and the truth i heard three chords and the truth, you chose the safe way and lies. and when bon sang me of problem childs, you brought your teachers pie.
my speed is called h-a-r-d-c-o-r-e and not BMW, i got my pride from my friends and not from the coke you do. i've got Cash in my ears, you put it in stocks, and what you call stupid i still call punkrock.
despise me, fool me, hate me and hit me. try to corrupt me, but you’ll never see: you got nothing i want, nothing i need. maybe all your money but none of your greed. you’re way too stupid to ever see: you can’t change me.
today and tomorrow we’re the kids who still believe in the necessity of a change. getting old but never too old to raise our voice, to raise our fists. we had our choice, our choice for freedom. we took our chances even if its harder. yes you assholes, we still care, we’re still there. your world will burn.
wait for the next season there was a boy who confused true love with true loneliness. and a girl tried to feel what the tv had lied about. and the face of the world was all golden and roses, and their beating hearts just as loud as their stereo. so they kissed and they ran and they touched and they fell with every look in their eyes: like fallen angels
there was this great word love they were suddenly playing with
and the promise „forever“ whispered lies in their ears: the prince made of gold who never should fail her, and his angel of roses that would stay here forever. and they both tried to feel what everyone told them. and both forgot they were just scared to be alone.
so the years they went by and their dreams never died, cause the picture of each other was all fake and lies. with no hope and alone, two kids and a home, they both still don’t know love
and they‘re both still alone
we don't need sleep, baby yeah, these are faraway nights and a stupid kids' dreams. kisses and chances and my heart burns forever. that smile takes me away and i wish it was real. this heart still wide open and i pray this will never end. the street and a van, skid row and the band. now take me away - we feel the same. i'm spoiled for any other life, i never want to go back. c'mon i'll give you a match and you can sing me the clash. this is nitro and blood, it's a lighter and a knife. now come with me - the kids and me - bad jokes and fights - taurine and coffee, open my eyes! now come with me, spark a flame all consuming, and a rage that's never ending. and this sadness keeps me strong. and i felt more love than anyone. this hurt makes me feel real, c'mon peet, take us away.
what a threat i don't care where you're coming from, just tell me where you want to go. i give a shit about the clothes you wear, 'bout trademarks or your status quo. i'm fucking bored of this little game we play, it just shows how our system works. i got tired, we still try to compete, instead to know it could mean the same. we gave up fighting for our beliefs, forgot to make punk a threat again. seems more important which style we choose, and how we're dressed on our fashion shows. laugh about this dumb-ass crowd, we became part of so long ago. ...making punk a threat again!
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