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25th hour
03:18
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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
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Teenage Wasteland
02:56
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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.
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Generation Mamma
02:32
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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.
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Helpless
03:05
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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
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American Bliss
02:58
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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.
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Back Among the Dead
02:56
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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.
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Paper Tigers
03:33
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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.
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Black Wind
02:58
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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
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South
03:22
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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.
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Where To Go
03:42
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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
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Liberation
02:38
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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
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One Word
02:37
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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
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Family Day
03:45
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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.
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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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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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