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Late night conversations
02:44
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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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Back to decadence
03:26
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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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Art is futile
02:03
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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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Kids in my town
03:12
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July graves
02:46
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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
03:54
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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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All that's left behind
03:14
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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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Standards down
04:26
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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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The great seal
02:14
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The death of emotions
03:12
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13. |
Urgent statement
03:06
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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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14. |
Corporate rock anthems
06:04
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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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