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Decalogy

by G.A.S. DRUMMERS

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1.
25th hour 03:18
A way to go, another kind of hope A man alone watching the river flow I don’t need nobody here To push me out of this door Before I put my bones into that cell I will walk among my memories I don’t need no superhero To save me from myself With a hole in the head And a hole in my pocket I’ll turn myself in on the 25th hour A way to go, suddenly gone off A man alone is a threat to god I will be no antihero Waiting to be shot Because I’m not alone, Just surrounded by silence I’ll turn myself in on the 25th hour Father, Mother, take me as a martyr Never paid off for your sacrifice I’m on my mind And I will not loose my head to prove I’m right. A way to go, another kind of hope A man alone is a hopeless wolf I don’t need nobody here To tell me that I’m wrong I’ll turn myself in the 25th hour
2.
I was born into a teenage wasteland I had to make my way Nobody ever paid attention to what I ever did I had my skills I had my mind spinning On myself Somewhere my talent now is so faded out. I won’t beat my head against the wall I won’t say the words: “I’m getting old” Cause maybe it’s not too late There’s nothing to fear no. Once I was flooded by the explosion Of trendy new bright kids I thought I was their tutor What a celebrity! Your time is up they said to me I started to believe The wound in my heart will blow The stereo I won’t beat my head against the wall I won’t say the words: “I’m getting old” Cause maybe it’s not too late There’s nothing to fear no. Teenage Wasteland.
3.
I wanna be ready I wanna be strong My generation, mama Has a new place to belong I got a new time I got nothing to hide I gotta get away I am no citizen I am a foreigner Leaving no-man’s land. I heard a thousand stories About fame and money But I don’t understand What happened to that saint? I’ve seen Judas hanging from the Joshua tree I wanna be ready I wanna be strong My generation, mama Has a new place to belong I don’t remember which side I am on I don’t really care about it; we don’t really care about it now. I have a reason why I need an alibi And want you to hear I’m coming back someday Maybe it’s not too late For me to disappear Forget about redemption There’s no straight direction On this twisted road I’ll send you letters and I’ll write you songs and then The wind will blow a sound. I wanna be ready I wanna be strong My generation, mama Has a new place to belong.
4.
Helpless 03:05
I just woke up from another dream It was the sixties and I lived in the states There was Cuba and JFK. I met Woody Guthrie in his last days Just like Dylan took the Long Island train, Singing protest songs against the Vietnam War. I'm sorry here I stand Mediocre and insane It’s 7 in the morning Starts another day I’d like to say we’re living crucial times again But we’re helpless. We’re helpless I lived in London in the late 70’s There was Strummer, Rotten and me We were a threat for society. I'm sorry here I stand Mediocre and insane It’s 7 in the morning Starts another day I’d like to say we’re living crucial times again But we’re helpless. We’re helpless One more song One more painting on the wall One more song Here is where I stay Where I'm helpless We’re helpless
5.
Time to remember the glory is gone Our nations are scrap for the birds Our cities are parkways of bodies and sirens And soldiers are ghosts in the rain I'm seeing thru the leaks of the future Without a hope I'm here Staring at the hunter’s eyes like a deer. All is clear, yeah all is clear, The eagle is back to make us disappear Because all I fear is American bliss. A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye The heads are lying on the line Thumbs are up and wings are ready, Civilians are expecting to die. I'm seeing thru the leaks of the future Without a hope I'm here Staring at the hunter’s eyes like a deer. All is clear, yeah all is clear, The eagle is back to make us disappear Because all I fear is American bliss.
6.
I’m alone walking down this road I hear the voices from the forest Up on the trees tell me what I see Maybe it’s just my imagination. I'm telling them to come down And sit around the fire Because I'm not afraid of what they have to say I'm back among the dead I'm on the right side. I fell asleep on the edge of the cliff The wind pushed me back to the solid ground And I mourned till my sores were closed I got scars to show, how I was wrong. I'm telling them to come down And sit around the fire Because I'm not afraid of what they have to say I'm back among the dead I'm on the right side I'm watching how the ocean feeds the rain I'm still sitting here, as I'm back among the dead. I'm telling them to come down And sit around the fire Because I'm not afraid of what they have to say I'm back among the dead I'm on the right side.
7.
Paper Tigers 03:33
Everything Is back in its place And some day they’ll say Why we ever had to change? Words are said, Thousands of books are written, I took a million pictures and Hold them to our graves. Burn our eyes Break our bones How many wounded bodies can you touch? Who knows what was wrong with Babylon? If their minds Are a crafted paradise We should rent a house there, By the sunny seaside. We should run. Run into their arms Because peace means freedom And victory is disease. How many wounded bodies can you see? Who knows what was wrong with Babylon. Paper tigers, torn stripes, There is no place for love Paper tigers, gun in hand Tell me what, what was wrong with Babylon? Who knows what was wrong with Babylon.
8.
Black Wind 02:58
It’s not for the silver; it’s not for the gold This is for the wind, the wind that blows It folds the wheat fields, it leads the light It carries the shadows and the lullabies We all breakdown in the eleventh hour In the woods, I was hiding out from the mystic hoods Sleeping with the black wind in my face, And I roamed and I met a wise man on the road Believed him, black wind is my mate It’s not for the wild it’s not for the tame This is for the wind, the wind that swells It breaks the silence, it brings the hope It carries the truth even if it hurts. We all breakdown in the eleventh hour In the woods, I was hiding out from the mystic hoods Sleeping with the black wind in my face, And I roamed and I met a wise man on the road Believed him, black wind is my mate Rain drops in the forest, and a wild bunch is lighting torches Now blow my name away. Daylight through the autumn leaves they won’t give it up until Their bloodhounds find my den. In the woods, I was hiding out from the mystic hoods Sleeping with the black wind in my face, And I roamed and I met a wise man on the road Believed him, black wind is my mate
9.
South 03:22
I never thought I could cry when I cross These mountains the South appears like that: Honest, quiet and simple. I travelled through peaks and valleys, I drank the water from the rivers, Found the path to dessert fields to your house. As the sun reigns in the sky I think of the fertile lands We left behind the white sand, The wind combs our hands. I never thought I could cry when I cross These mountains the South appears like that: Honest, quiet and simple. Where the saints and sinners Confronted in a battlefield Where the poets lay beneath The solid ground. I never thought I could cry when I cross These mountains the South appears like that: Honest, quiet and simple. One word is enough One word to miss my land. This land is for everyone who ever Wanted to love and fight.
10.
Where To Go 03:42
Maybe I just want to wait Till the hours of the day Fade away with every clock tick. Seasons pass without a change I don’t know what time it is I lost my mind into these poems. Maybe I just want to watch the rain In the weekend days In the weekend days Maybe I just want to runaway But baby I don’t I don’t know where to go Maybe I just want to stay In the clear just for one day I had enough fun in the darkness Woke up in a wrong disguise Found myself in a silent cry Yesterday’s bliss doesn’t shine no more Maybe I just want to watch the rain In the weekend days In the weekend days Maybe I just want to runaway But baby I don’t I don’t know where to go I don’t miss the times when we were young We were fame and rush Then I was abandoned and now I'm found This is my last chance This is my last chance But baby I don’t I don’t know were to go
11.
Liberation 02:38
There’s a war in your head So we’re already dead If you want to tell the story You better have the money There’s blood on the street And violence is a seed Your myth is liberation There’s a fire, there’s a break up, Running around across your nation There’s a question in the wind And the answers cause disease With a gun in your hand, Peace makers of the earth Bars and stars, Nightmares on the sand Your myth is liberation There’s a fire, there’s a break up, Running around across your nation
12.
One Word 02:37
I’ve been waiting for my time and for my place I’ve been living on the edge for many years I had my values, I had my limit A lot of things happened and I was a witness While the world was looking aside we made it our way. One word, one secret One word That I don’t want to say to you now, I don’t want to play in this ground I just want to stay out of bounds And leave it behind Everybody is looking worried nowadays It’s not easy to stay out of the clichés Where are the youngsters? What are their means? I’d like to see them bleed for a new beginning I’m not done I still have a lot to say One word, one secret One word That I don’t want to say to you now, I don’t want to play in this ground I just want to stay out of bounds And leave it behind To this world of mine One word to leave behind I don’t want to say to you now, I don’t want to play in this ground I just want to stay out of bounds And leave it behind
13.
Family Day 03:45
Family day, carnival time and a revelation Bury the axe under the sand until the time comes Let’s make the perfect scene today Let’s play it’s Christmas Day all year in this Family Day. I will play the black sheep, you play the perfect dad She will play the neurotic housewife, that’s the plan. Pass me the salt, how was it at work? Mum that’s delicious I'm a servant of God, a servant of you, I keep myself in line. Don’t want to know if daddy treats mum bad Don’t want to know if she’s on drugs again I wont’ let you spoil my family day. I will play the black sheep, you play the perfect dad She will play the neurotic housewife, that’s the plan. If you want a song you got it If you want a book you got it If you want to live the biggest lie I will play the black sheep, you play the perfect dad She will play the neurotic housewife, that’s the plan.
14.
Nunca fui consciente, nunca fui capaz de ver en los hombres ninguna maldad. Desde estos campos hasta la ciudad, la tierra se cubre de un manto de sal. Nunca descubriremos el secreto. Y la luz nunca pintará este cielo azul, soplará el viento negro. Una vez nunca es suficiente, hay que volver a sentir el viento negro. Dijimos tristeza, dijimos dolor, dijimos mil cosas con o sin razón. Cumplimos los sueños, fracasamos, con tanta inocencia nos olvidamos. Nunca descubriremos el secreto. Y la luz nunca pintará este cielo azul, soplará el viento negro. Una vez nunca es suficiente, hay que volver a sentir el viento negro. Cuando cayó la noche volví a manchar mi nombre hoy. Tanta literatura gris, y qué difícil es mentir y llegar hasta el fin. Y la luz nunca pintará este cielo azul, soplará el viento negro. Una vez nunca es suficiente, hay que volver a sentir el viento negro.

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released October 3, 2009

Produced by Paco Loco and G.A.S. Drummers
Recorded and mixed by Paco Loco at Odds Studios, El Puerto de Sta. María (Cádiz) except "One Word" mixed by Don Zientara at Inner Ear Studio in Arlinton VA, USA
Mastered by Ryan Morey at Ryebread Studios in Montreal, QC, Canada
Artwork by Porelamordedios

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G.A.S. DRUMMERS Jerez De La Frontera, Spain

G.A.S. DRUMMERS is a punk rock band from south Spain. They started in 1998 and have toured ever since throughout Europe and once in north America. the band is one of the few survivors from the 90’s in Europe that never called it quits.
Their sound gets influences from hardcore punk, 80’s American underground rock and power-pop, and their lyrics are inspired by Marxist and anarchist thinkers.
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