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Standards Down

by G.A.S. DRUMMERS

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In the outskirts on a roof, I watch the city mute And hide In this endless summer night. I'm waiting for those late night calls Where we always proved Each other We kept hanging on Where we survived our cowardice And we overcame disgrace, We'll wander witch a spray can And the same old words to paint. Lost dogs of the working class Against the hourglass Those records straightly spoke to us. Learning about new countries in the globe We point our fingers To the non discovered – yet land... Where we survived our cowardice And we overcame disgrace, We'll wander witch a spray can And the same old words to paint. Because if we don't remember the past, Then future broken Because present is stolen.
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To pretend is to live In the muddy waters of dignity In the violent world of mortgage rates In the anxiety of consumption. Exercise your skill to die on a raw Attack of unseen fires and thorns Publicize your fears and blow up our minds With terror and angst no reason why. Nobody can predict when you'll be giving in Nobody can decide if you corrupt your smile If anybody could see how broken you are Beyond your average acts... I am one of those who ever failed So I give my rock and roll away An after all, when you assume your role You're part of the game and that game is Part of your new behavior All bridges are burnt and fences are All closed, you're deviate, you're fired, You're a total freak and somehow that raises Your pride You are one of those who ever failed So I give you my rock and roll away If anybody could see how broken you are Beyond your average acts... You are one of those who ever failed So I give you my rock and roll away.
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When the landscape crosses my sight All I can describe from this train Are extended arms that can't touch Those unreachable hands It's today that I recall It's today when I'm awake To see what's left behind. Maybe in a beautiful time, maybe at a peaceful place. There's no credit for the future It is difficult to explain Because all the words are vain Get your bombs out of this read, Get your hands off this people, Their innocence is lost Somewhere beyond the right or wrong. Our nations are no longer safe, I'd help you to understand And someday you shall pray: "Lord take me out my misery". Maybe in a beautiful time, maybe al a peaceful place. There's no credit for the future It is difficult to explain Because all the words ar
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July graves 02:46
Someone is telling out what I just want to know It's in the field of crime where the bad seeds grow Dig in the land, pick up the bones Of the ones murdered in blue collar uniform. Bring out your flowers Let your grand sons blow the dust And recover your names, Anonymous heroes in the July graves Drop your dignity over us. If we write your names in monuments of bronze, Could we ever touch what you died for? Mothers, fathers, daughters and sons, It's in the fields of crime where the bad seeds grow Bring out your flowers
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Sons of our time Right here we’re too busy at this side of the wall beyond the limit of the blackened horizons, i feel the scars of the ink, the chalk and the word it should be easier to swallow. take my hand to a journey across the fields of history. house on fire, let’s get out of here take the cash we just need to hide out right here where lies keep me dazed and deranged, i coexist with the best of every decade. and we smoke in pipes and read between the lines it should be easier tomorrow. take my hand behind the curtains and grab the fruits of history house on fire, let’s get out of here take the cash we just need to hide out
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When the landscape crosses my sight All I can describe from this train Are extended arms that can't touch Those unreachable hands It's today that I recall It's today when I'm awake To see what's left behind. Maybe in a beautiful time, maybe at a peaceful place. There's no credit for the future It is difficult to explain Because all the words are vain Get your bombs out of this read, Get your hands off this people, Their innocence is lost Somewhere beyond the right or wrong. Our nations are no longer safe, I'd help you to understand And someday you shall pray: "Lord take me out my misery". Maybe in a beautiful time, maybe al a peaceful place. There's no credit for the future It is difficult to explain Because all the words ar
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So you think our time is over, Cured the bruises, cleansed the scars, You have a bunch of broken dreams You got new names for everything And a transparent id. You have the right to call me survivor, Maybe I am too stuck in the past, But our generation will pass And the upcomers will demand All the time that we gave in. We still live in the ruins We still breathe the ashes We are the few that miss What we lost in the battle. And the last flame of reason Will be hard to blow away. A certain luminosity, A simple shine, small victory, As rudimentary as it seems. We still live in the ruins We still breathe the ashes We are the few remaining as Hostages of modern times. Can’t you see that standards are down? So what is coming next? We still live in the ruins We still breathe the ashes We are the few remaining as Hostages of modern times. In the end of this long run, There is a salesman giving us an answer Let someone save us now From emptiness, from nothingness.
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When we all succumbed to the spectacle They dressed us into silk clothes And reminded us Famous songs have risky sentences Oh, miraculous destiny of human kind. I risk my life in every chord Kids laugh and mothers talk about it all the time, Ecstasy and representation in the final act, Hypnotic hips Haunt the feeble lower classes. Intentionally or not they lead is into unknown roads They lead us into unknown roads.
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Our commitment is part of a code A wire to our basis. Our relation with music is fun, Hope, not entertainment. We're still made of whatever Once made us pick up the guitars, Did you get it right? Urgent statement to check out That the channel is still open And your mind cleared up, Did you get it right? The need of stepping forward And stepping out. Our gestures aren't part of a plot To conquer the airwaves, We just need to set the record straight In this new environment. We're still made of whatever Once made us pick up the guitars, Did you get it right? Urgent statement to check out That the channel is still open And your mind's cleared up, Did you get it right? The need of stepping forward And stepping out.
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released November 14, 2006

Recorded and mixed at Odds Studios in El Puerto de Sta. María (Cádiz) from the 1st to the 9th of september 2005.
Produced by Paco Loco
Mastered by Xavi Navarro at Ultramarinos Costabrava
Guest Musician: Paco Loco (Keys and electric and pedal steel guitars)
artwork, media and art concept by Raúl Gómez & Andy Rivas

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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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