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Late night conversations

from 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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from Standards Down, released November 14, 2006

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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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