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Meaningful lyrics
Post your favorite lyrics/verses from a punk, crust, or hardcore song. Dont just post it, but also try to talk about what it means and why you like it. I hope this is interesting to you, because the focal point of punk music (IMO) is essentially the songwriting.
Also, there's a lot of musicians that have lyrics that are difficult to "decode" and can take on many interpretations. Post those for discussion. |
you guys are all gonna sigh, but there are lots of lyrics that mean something to me....since you said,punk, hardcore or crust I am limited, I like every type of music....
so, I will say *get ready for criticism* my way by Sid Vicious.....they just remind me of a time when I was an unsavory character that care noting about anyone else and it is more something that I would sing to my X. "there were times...I'm sure you knew....when there was ****, **** all else to do......." AND "today, I killed a cat, and my eyes sighed...I did not die by...and that, much more than this...I did it my way...." I would be able to list more, but Hookers said he wanted punk, hardcore crust....there are more but I gotta give it a think...I guess Anarchy For Sale dedicated to my X as well, he is such a poser sometimes, but knows WAY too much! |
"Refusal" by Strike Anywhere
These lyrics speak for itself...however if anyone needs an explanation; The first time I saw them, Tom said this is for all those women who are still struggling in this world. WOMENS RIGHTS! Amen. sister I won't let you go I won't let them take you into the silence of a past divided brother keep teaching the power we only move together away from the past that made us fall apart I refuse to run and I will die before I kneel in this life systems of profits we punish with love as our weapon and unity unity rebirth in fire I refuse to run and I will die before I kneel in this life are we crucified we defend our birthright equality betrayed and every hour a voice is lost but every rage defies the cost embrace the whole world as your kin truth to truth and skin to skin begin searching for an end to the bulls h i t reactions another way to separate us and end to the bulls h i t of separation another way to keep us from truth |
For the longest time the lyrics to "My Life" from Exploited was like an anthem to me, every line in the song was so powerful, and it reminds me exactly of how i was back in the day.
Let me live my life my way Living it from day to day I'll do the things that I want to do It's up to me not up to you GO AWAY GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE I JUST WANT TO LIVE A LIFE OF MY OWN I DON'T WANT TO BE NOBODY'S CLONE Don't try to tell me what to wear How to dress or have my hair I'll never listen to what you say I'll never sell out there is no way You say it's only a passing phase The craze for teenage nowadays It may only be a fashion to some But we'll be here for years to come Sex and drinks and lots of drugs Passes the time when you're on the dole There's nowt to do so you start your own band And tour this god forsaken land.. |
The Broadways "upton"
i'm not angry i'm a no good piece of **** i hear that eeryday, it just rolls off my back left out frustrated no one to talk to alone with the thoughts in my head the people i respect knock me down, so i sit like a piece of garbage washed up on the curb and it's funny in a place where one in ten have no money i hear only one in ten encouraging words "yeah the wisemen don't know ****, it's a poor **** like me on the streets i got it all figured out" said an old man piss drunk on a wednesday a smile from his dirty toothless mouth made me smile and he asked me for a smoke and some change a cigarette was all i had to give i sat around watching cars thinking stupid ****ing thoughts about my friends and my girl and my school and myself and i wished i could go drinking where noone knew my name and i didn't know anyone else i sat alone bored accomplishing nothing another summer day, more thrown away sunshine "now don't be offended and don't curse me out, but i'm starving and i sure could use your dimes" i looked up at a young man not much older than me gave him a dollar and a smoke and some time he said "i fought for uncle sam and now he won't fight for me he threw me out when i was done serving time i said i wouldn't go into special forces and kill he said 'then stay out on the streets and ****ing die'" yeah there's two kinds of prisons some say one where you're locked up and everythings outside and another where you're outside and everything is locked away |
Wanna know what the music industry is really like?
They said release ’remote control’ But we didn’t want it on the label They said, fly to amsterdam The people laughed but the press went mad Ooh ooh ooh someone’s really smart Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that’s a laugh On the last tour my mates couldn’t get in I’d open up the back door but they’d get run out again At every hotel we was met by the law Come for the party - come to make sure! Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong? Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song They said we’d be artistically free When we signed that bit of paper They meant let’s make a lotsa mon-ee An’ worry about it later Ooh ooh ooh I’ll never understand Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand! All over the news spread fast They’re dirty, they’re filthy They ain’t gonna last! This is joe public speaking I’m controlled in the body, controlled in the mind Total C-o-n control - that means you! |
"Fiends CLub" Its almost exatly how everyoen at school treats me and my friends.I mean we never turn our backs on eachother but everyone else would tell every secret bout their friend to be cool.
We won't pretend that this is the end We're not losers all of the time We march and we fall We're one and for all It's just evil all of the time... All the time... We are the fiend club We are the fiend club We are the fiend club Not you! Not you! You dress so messed up Your hair is too long But I'm changing all of the time We march and we fall We're one and for all It's just evil all of the time All of the time Evil all the time We are the fiend club We are the fiend club We are the fiend club Not you! Not you! We are the fiend club |
Subhumans "Where's The Freedom"
We're going backwards Into the sin of self-neglect What do we stand for? It's very easy to forget The protest marches Is it the done thing to object? So where's the freedom? Your conscience hangs around your neck Where's the freedom? We're going crazy With paranoia, fear, and greed Accepting standards Believing what we hear and read And when we think we've sussed out a new reality But is this freedom just another hand from which we feed? Where's the freedom? We're going nowhere In vicious circles we gyrate The new sub-culture With cliches painted on their face We cannot see past The elitest barriers we create We reject the system But put another in it's place Where's the freedom? |
A Global Threat "We're All Equal in The End"
voice of televangelist to moms and dads at home who will your kids listen to and who will they ignore? tell them lies and feed them sh*t, don't those h*mos make you sick? but are you gonna follow, or are you gonna lead? we're all equal in the end voice of white supremacist to moms and dads at home who will your kids listen to and who will they ignore? tell them lies and feed them ****, don't those n*ggers make you sick? but are you gonna follow, or are you gonna lead? we're all equal in the end no voice of televangelist we're all equal in the end no voice of white supremacist we're all equal in the end this is our voice, this is it we're all equal in the end |
"wrapped in pink and dotted with hearts" - horropops.
thats me dude |
"Dumb"- Nirvana, very meaningful in a not Dashboard Confessional way.
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let's see...the song that would best discribe me....probably Miss Worldor Nobody's Home by Avril Lavigne.....
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It feels like I relate to lots of social D/Mike Ness stuff too. LOTS
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AUS ROTTEN LYRICS
"The Dying And The Dead" Thiry thousand auto workers have gone to work to find That they've been downsized form the assembly to the unemployment line The employed seeking job security content with what employers give Thinning out the job market keeps the workers competitive The upper one percent receive the tax breaks, social program cut's commence Educational funds take a back seat to America's defense These education cuts are an investment in the prison industry An occupational restructuring towards a slave labor economy The chance of survival on death row disappears,theirright to appeal is deprived Worker strength and solidarity depletes with union officials bribed Raising taxes to build sports stadiums while the homeless are ignored Refusing to supply the health care benefits most people can't afford The newly founded citizen review boards' members are all police The gap widens between the cost of living and the inflation increase Those in power own the media machine it's the vehicle to their views They bury all of their corruption under fluff reported news They bombard us with statistics to influence public opinion The more ridiculous the lie the more people seem to listen It's the people with no money that are responsible for the rest of us being poor We'll just eliminate the welfare system to even up the score Our conditions never imporve no matter how many programs we stop The money always seems to circulate back to the people at the top The occasionl whining criticisms keep the public satisfied The rest are busy escaping reality with drugs the CIA supplied It's always the most oppressed who easily fall victim to ignorance Even with all that they've been through they still pledge allegiance To their country and flag that has caused all of their grievous pain Patriotism leads to natonalism which in turn proceeds to fascism Poor and working class people are the tools of sick corporate perseverance **** on little puppets exploited in the trials of human dominance But still the pride goes on blindly and in so-called freedom they gloat Waving the flag but cursing the politicians they think they elect when they vote Behind the trails of our peacekeepers lie the dying and the dead There are millions of starving chilren that are waiting to be fed Because executive orders demand that economic sanctions are applied If they'd have bowed down to our pressure, relief may have just arrived As the worlds only super power we rule without regret We don't let these children survive and grow up to be a threat Love of this country is based on nothing but the fear of living somewhere worse And gratitude shouldn't be the reaction to someone else being slaughtered first |
Subhumans
"Ex-Teenage Rebel" - This song has always made me think.- When I asked you to lend me a fiver You said you were already broke And when I explained you were living in chains You assumed it was some sort of joke You wanted a job and then got one And learned jokes about sex, Jews, and blacks Got married to help pay the mortgage Got wound up when you had to pay tax What happened to you with your ideas? What happened to all your hopes and fears? Ex-Teenage rebel- same old story When I asked you what you thought of the arms race Asking you whos gonna win? You remembered a man on the telly and said I agree with him You say everythings alright really You say that Im just paranoid You tell me its always been the same And theres some things I cannot avoid So what happened to your old opinions? The thoughts that you had for so long? That inspired a thousand rebellions Against what was and still is so wrong You tell me you used to be crazy And paranoid like I am now You soon realized There was no reason why So you gave up and soon settled down And I tell you that you are the problem Which is why you cant see it no more The strength of us all could demolish the wall But you chose to walk through the door Living a life of compromise What you re supporting is what you despised Was all that you said just a useful disguise? Or was it all just little white lies? Little white lies To help you survive Is there no guilt in your mind? Is there no guilt in your eyes? |
If you want meaningful lyrics, try listening to a choir. Lol.
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"by the time you get home I'm already stoned! you turn off the TV and you scream at me!
not matter how hard I try! your never satisfied! This is not my home I think I'm better off alone..."-3 Days Grace reminds me of how much $hit my x husband had to put up with when I was trying to get clean and withdrawling and he was still doing drugs |
AUS ROTTEN LYRICS
"Xenophobia" Restricitng immigration won't solve this country's problems The refugees are only our leaders scapegoats Bigoted politicians claim that immigration is unemployment's source So the INS are given unending power to enforce The restrictions regulated by immigrants descendants Who project open border policies as national resentments Unwilling to provide the same opportunities they've been given To desperate refugees whose passage has been forbidden By a government who's often reponsible for their countries situation But they just intensify the suffering by restricting immigration Denying immigrants from crossing a line They're closing the borders like they've closed their minds Regardless of citizenship we're all the same No human is illegal like governments claim Exploiting foreign markets with capitalisms principles NAFTA was created to benefit the multinationals Big business cuts their expenses with their sweatshop wage Keeping foreign labor in an economical cage They've created the incentive to ship the jobs out of this country Making Americans more receptive to minimum wage and bigotry The government maintains approval when their fault remains concealed They'll just find another scapegoat after they pass the anti-immigration bill Denying immigrants from crossing a line They're closing the borders like they've closed their minds Regardless of citizenship we're all the same No human is illegal like the governments claim Creating xenophobia is another tactic in which our leaders have managed To redirect blame to someone other than themselves or big business The media lap up the reports of increasing poverty, unemployment, welfare and Government aid supposedly caused by refugees while largely ignoring the Countless reports of rapes, beating, and general harassment by the INS and US border patrols Not to mention American servicemen Actually crossing the Mexican border to rape women or New York police Officers gang raping a Haitian immigrant with a plunger These atrocities Occur because xenophobia has instilled the thinking that refugees are Problems and not people...Xenophobia kills Patriotism plants the seeds of ignorance and hate Destroying the people and all compassion to protect the state Every person is entitled to live, no human should be banned It only benefits the wealthy to own a piece of land It only divides the people by the borders, by the countries It's only another obstacle blocking any chance of equality We've got to smash their walls our efforts must persist We've got to wake the people up to see what they've dismissed People are not expendable, government is People are not expendable, government is People are not expendable, government is People are not expendable, government is |
LEFTOVER CRACK LYRICS
"gaay Rude Boys Unite" Unity! HA! yer such a saint today you may be anti racist but then you're anti gaay you may be ignorant from a lack of education but if it's sympathy you see you seek you better turn to another station Intolerant society rears it's ugly face you're turning your native music into a homophobic disgrace the gaay ones, the straight ones, the white tan yellow and black gaay rude boys and girls, we're gonna take that dancehall back we'll take it back! because without respect there's gonna be nothing left This double standard just won't sit that well with me I come to say this and it's just the way it has to be you know i'm not PC i'll shoot your kid at school 'cuz he's gonna grow up to be a fuucking assshole just like you you can celebrate your unity till every gaay is dead but why don't you stop your fronting with real unity instead and on a better dime on this $hitty little globe we would crucify the racists and be bashing all the homophobes Intolerant society rears it's ugly face you're turning your hardcore music into a homophobic disgrace the gaay ones, the straight ones, the white tan yellow and black gaay rude boys and girls, we're gonna take that dancehall back we'll take it back, we'll take it back because without respect there's gonna be nothing left 2000 triple zero stand up and take a look around this ignorant fuucking $hit shouldn't happen in any town so come on leave the closet and on your way out grab a bat cuz there's a battle to be fought and the prize is fuucking phat autonomy from ignorance there's got to be a better way but the racist, sexist homophobes and piggies gotta pay but right now you got to get out of your fuucking seat and jam down to the faagot rythm's of that crack rock steady beat |
well, im not sure if i know of any real meaningful lyrics but theres this one song that i love dearly and kind of reminds me of my life in regards to the role music plays in it. i rock out to it everytime i hear it:
Sum 41-What We're All About Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion It's number 32 now here's the situation If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station Pack your bags cause we're leaving on a permanent vacation Well, I'm a disaster A microphone master Put on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster It's not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts I'm Dave Brown Sound and you see me running late Cause I'm always making time to make your girlie feel great And I'm Bizzy D from way down town I'm known to rock a mic like a king was a crown When I'm on top I'm gonna borrow that bootie Hustling deals like Mickey Macooty When I wake up I like a pound of bacon Start off the day with my arteries shaking (Chorus) Rock! It's what we're all about It's what we live for C'mon shout it out Well I bring down the house in every city we play Just from pickin' up the mic' in a usual way We rock guitars with a bass that's farty We could even tear it up at a grade school party Well I can keep the beat but I can't break dance It's hard to look cool in crazy pants But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack It's my personal way to bring the 80's back Gave up the life of servin' burger and fries High cholesterol gettin' grease in my eyes I was drinkin' underage I belong on stage Hello rock 'n' roll goodbye minimum wage I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic' control Makin' rhymes with my letters in my cereal bowl Lucky number seven every dice I roll Sum 41 to the power as the poon patrol Chorus Well let's avoid confusion by makin' one thing clear The rock we're bringin' is gonna instill fear And the power we control should be revered We sold our souls to Satan two times last year Take a look to the point, to the point I'm makin' We rock the oven while we're stone cold bakin' And we get outta hand and bust up the room JD is to blame for the Legion of Doom 'Cause I'm the B-I double Z-Y You ain't better than me, I ain't your average guy I like to watch girls shake with a kung fu grip While the goon platoon is on the flavor trip We beat down London, we slayed LA Got an APB on the jams we play So when you're on the stage cold grabbin' your **** We release something the new kings of rock Chorus twice |
"Razors In The Night"
Running away, something better ahead But you gotta think fast before it's too late Just one cut around your head Just one minute and you'll call me dead You better watch out for the razors in the night You better leave out the razors in the night Backstreet boys wear boots and braces Razor blades and angry faces Too much tension, too much fear What the hell are we doing here Murder is the biggest prize in sport Cause violence is the only game you've been taught A pool of warm blood is your prize Or a cold blade across your eyes |
I think some meaningul lyricas um well even the heaviest bands have meaningful lyrics like korns thoughtless thats a cool song "I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me and i pull the trigger and your down down down" very meaningful and depresseing I like it! :) :hphones:
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Mad World - Gary Jules
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places Worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races Going no where Going no where Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression No expression Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow No tomorrow No tomorrow And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles its a very very Mad world Mad world Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy birthday Happy birthday And I feel the way that every child should Sit and listen Sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me No one knew me Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson Look right through me Look right through me And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles its a very very Mad world Mad world Mad world |
Reagan Youth- Degenerated
What's Johnny doin' out on Tuesday night? When Johnny can't read and Johnny can't write Johnny just don't understand Johnny don't care about this world As long as he can **** a girl And prove that he's a man Johnny wastes his days eatin' ludes He's a teenage vegetable Getting high proves that he's cool Johnny hates to think, he's ignorant He's a blind and brainwashed pig Ring a bell, he starts to drool Degenerated! Degenerated! And you minds have vegetated! Degenerated! Degenerated! And your thoughts are constipated! He's got P.C.P. in his veins He's got a void in his brain He's addicted to the T.V. And when he's old, he's gonna have a son They'll both grow old deaf and dumb What's to become of young Johnny? |
how bout this?
How can we achieve anarchy if we don't know what it means? Do we even want anarchy that illusionistic dream? They say they see no reason for discontent In this period of free enterprise, is evolution spent? Say their progress is insallable, presented indisguised Decisions made for all is their responsibility? They forecast better ways to better days; onwards they seek progress no matter what it takes From left to right to all the prats in the middle From the judge to the preacher to the sinners and the cynical From the Godley to the gullible to the vicious and viable The globe turns slowly while the governed and ungovernable Slay it out in the never ending search for righteousness, immaculate success Their space to possess seems to be what makes their clock tick, but to us it ****ing stinks When met with resistance, they stamp on it until it breaks Their society remains secret and although we know their name We are the pawns on the world's chessboard in one big multi-national game There's still no end in sight but still we know we're right We must somehow struggle on up while they go racing to the top Then Whitehouse "V" the squat, a challenge I think not Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own hearts Not by backing off and dropping out, get in there for a start If you're looking for some proof of this how much more proof do you need When constantly and hopelessly we fail and they succeed There's no compassion in here My fingers keep curling into fists these days No one smiles on the streets these days And there's no compassion Hit the wall a substitute for a face You can look but you can't touch You can see but you can't have Keep crawling to the end of the week And there's no compassion Breath heavy to pretend it's fun Raise the cover to protect your pride Ignore the failure that you see in the glass Paint the flesh to hide the scar And there's no compassion A million people died in the middle of your breakfast A million people died in the middle of your favorite love song A million people died in the middle of your racist joke A million people died in the middle of your favorite TV programme A million people died in the middle of your lovemaking A million people died in the middle of your pop stars interview A million people died in the middle of your video game A million people died in the middle of your sexist A million people died in the middle of your mass debating A million people died in the middle of your politicians lying A million people died in the middle of your silence A million people died in the middle of your stocks and shares A million people died in the middle of your royal variety performance A million people died in the middle of your debutante's ball A million people died in the middle of your day out at Ascot A million people died in the middle of a Conflict gig! Separation is complete. A mind to domesticate, condition, compete Clinical birth control, the sterlised setting Syringed into being, life is just beginning Mask of the surgeon, eyes of the blind, rubber band caressing, welcome to mankind The brain perceives the fear, tender beats the heart Slapped into life programming starts Wanted and needed Wanted from birth to fit in the jigsaw puzzle Trained don't strain against the muzzle Force-fed, prostituted, brainwashed that's called learning Blindfolded, prejudiced, an outcome predetermined Needed to die and not question why Follow in ignorance, a comfortable prison Kept in the dark so they can be free. Spit in the eyes so you will never see The kid aims the cap gun, points it at my cranium I am supposed to put my hands up, but I don't want to die that way Mentally or physically, para-psychologically, whose responsibility? Is it to feed their profiteering tolerated as long as your mind is fearing? Right where they want you beaten back into submission Right where they want you in a missionary position Needed to promote their glory of possession To accept and be grateful yet ask no questions To believe in love and their guiding hand To obey in humility and never understand I was feeling alright, yeah just me and the night; I was walking through a white tiled subway I heard the sound of voices around the corner shouting The sound of broken glass, no one was there I looked at my reflection in the puddles in the street It looked so messed up I just kept moving my feet To the beat and rhythm of my heart, not much I know but I see it as a start Because I'm counting the heads to see how many are left, the fingers of one hand stretching And this feeling of apathy keeps coming quite suddenly - well if something's gonna come, when's it coming? While you're jumping on the spot, all the freshness starts to rot And another inspiration fades away. And still you sell your dignity Still you sell your dignity time after time And I wonder where lies your pride, does it wait in there inside? Is it waiting for the moment when you let your heart speak? Is it waiting for the moment when you act out your own beliefs? Is it waiting for the moment when you drop your false act? Is it waiting for the moment when you face the facts? That you're pumping your life for someone else's ideas That you're living your life under someone else's fear That it's time to shift your vision, time to move your head Get up out of submission. I'm counting heads, how many are left? The fingers of one hand keep stretching. The fingers of both hands keep stretching And all I see is "Rock 'n' Roll". All I hear is "Rock 'n' Roll" I turn the pages of the book, and force my weary eyes to look At the product of our modern world, at the product of our civilised world And a child's face looks out at me, questioning why does this have to be? And I can't find any answer, not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear? It's been said that we must progress for humanity, but looking at the truth of that mockery I wonder if our minds have progressed anywhere, and I wonder if there's any humanity there The sightless eyes looking at me, questioning why does this have to be And I can't find any answers not that dead ears can hear - do I make myself clear? If you're an activist not while getting pissed, if you're gonna do something make sure you don't miss That's a dangerous game to play what use are you if you're banged up? You can't beat them on the streets, so duck and dive a little, hide the fiddles Play them at their own game, stay with them all the way Know what and why they are doing things and create alternatives Police are still snooping, awaiting the big nick Like fishermen baiting the fish, tempting us to take the risk This time, this time they've made the impossible. The new aids infection from EMI the treatment to replace the old spermicide |
BUSINESS by BIOHAZARD
I'm fed up, I've had it up to here Tell me what is good for me and my career **** you and your selfish advice You've never been loyal to the same things twice In your sheltered little lives, you don't know the scene Doing as you're told, puppets of the big machine Changing faces, revolving door hypocrisy Who do you work for now, yeah, I see [Chorus I:] Music's for you and me Not the ****ing industry You ****ing tell us what is cool You see we came from different schools You got no crowd but you got a big push Kissing asses till your pride turns into mush You might change your style for the record company Fingers down your throat, you heave your integrity You're weak, give it up, throw the towel and the flag in And get your pussy ass off the mother****in' bandwagon Never for a minute were you real in the first place So far up someone's ass you got **** on your face [Chorus II:] Music's for you and me Not the ****ing industry You ****ing tell us what is cool You see we came from different schools To us it matters what you say Not the ****ing games you play You're full of ****, it's plain to see The whole damn ****ing industry If you think for a minute this song's about you Step the **** back, cuz it's probably true The message in the music is the reason that we're in this Music is for you and me, not the ****ing industry Try to tell us what is cool, we came from different schools It only matters what you say, not the ****in' games you play Full of ****, it's plain to see, the whole damn ****in' industry [Chorus II] |
A throwback from my childhood is Offspring's "Smash". I know that I wouldn't even consider them a punk band anymore. But Smash was definitely their seminal album, and basically, it was all downhill from there. Particularly the course from the title track of the album:
I'm not a trendy as$hole. Do what I want. Do what I feel like. I'm not a trendy as$hole. Don't give a f@ck if it's good enough for you, 'cuz I'm alive. Basically the basic sentiment behind punk rock to begin with. The initial "**** this!" mentality that spawned the whole generation. Although it came from an album and a band that had nothing to do with the initial punk rock movement, it captured it in words that nobody else really did. I guess the Offspring really used up their credibility and fury in a couple of large shots, but to me, it was definitely worth it. You get a few of my buddies and me in a living room and put that record on after we've had a few, it's not long before were huddled in the middle of the floor, screaming the lyrics. Another song from that album that captures the same "Do or die" attitude is the first track, "Nitro: Youth Energy". We are the ones who are living under the gun everyday. You might be gone before you know. So live like there's tomorrow. (Ain't gonna waste this life) There's no tomorrow. (You ain't gonna live it for me) There's no tomorrow. (Ain't gonna waste this life) There's no tomorrow. (You ain't gonna live it for me) There's no tomorrow. |
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Extract from "Don't Die" by Richard Hell...
The air is cool today The time is drawing near My walls are white and so is My brain afloat in self-made fear A banal feeling of the sort I ain't insane but No fate... worse than To never leave yourself and It's as well the most repulsive pain The air is cool today That whistles through my ribs My skull is full of sand that Dribbles down upon my bib I call out 'baby' but her Face looks like a clock and Tick tock... alive Triumphant victims so Surprised we can't recover from the shock Me... I Like a joke as much as Anybody else, but Some are rough... Yeah... when the Joke's on you, though you're the Joker too, you've had enough Then... when there is No-one there, because there's Nothing there, you call... Your bluff Richard Hell was always so much better at describing what I feel than I ever could... it's basically the awareness of yourself being a louse, and being shaped from a bit of a dodgy mould. It's really true - to never leave yourself is well and truly the most repulsive pain. |
Rise Against - Survive
"Somewhere between happy, and total ****ing wreck Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge To spend your waking moments simply killing time Is to give up on your hopes and dreams and give up on your.. Life for you has been less than kind So take a number, stand in line We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt But how we survive is what makes us who we are An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile A deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile I shirk my obligations, I miss all your dead lines I excel at quitting early, and ****ing up my life Life for you has been less than kind So take a number, stand in line We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt But how we survive is what makes us who we are All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day Everything always works out, I have never felt so ****ing great All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day Everything always works out, I have never felt so great (Life isn't like this)x4 Life isn't like this life x2 (Life isn't like this)x3 Are we verging on an answer, or ****ing up our... Life for you has been less than kind So take a number, stand in line We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt But how we survive is what makes us who we are (Who we are) It�s what makes us who we are (Who we are) Makes us who we are (Who we are) It�s what makes us who we are (Who we are)" Lyrically it is simpler and more self-explanatory than most of the band's songs, but while going through a period of quite bad depression, this song helped me alot... Like it says, "how we survive is what makes us who we are", not the **** that happens to us, cos **** happens, it happens to everyone, so don't wallow in self pity, just survive! :D |
Straight Edge by Minor Threat
I'm a person just like you But I've got better things to do Than sit around and fuck my head Hang out with the living dead Snort white shit up my nose Pass out at the shows I don't even think about speed That's something I just don't need I've got the straight edge I'm a person just like you But I've got better things to do Than sit around and smoke dope 'Cause I know I can cope Laugh at the thought of eating ludes Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue Always gonna keep in touch Never want to use a crutch I've got the straight edge Well I'm straight edge...and it's Minor Threat one of the bands that got me into punk...Without this I would be dead right now. |
this song is like a page out of the story of my life from my drug and alcohol addiction to the way i lost everyone i loved for 2 years of my life due to my problems. a majority of songs by johnny hobo are the most meaningful to me but every time i listen to this one i break down in tears like the first time i heard it.
RAMSHACKLE GLORY MORE ABOUT ALCOHOLISM. this car is a war machine that runs on nicotine and gasoline. d-d-d-don’t you ****ing know this is the wrong side of the road? who needs brakes when it’s all down hill from here? and if we ain’t died yet then maybe we never will. but i don’t wanna burn out, so won’t you please set me on fire again? i woke up afraid of losing everything; thank god that i already have. so if you love me then listen: mind your own ****ing business! if you love me enough to stay, then please love me enough to stay…enough to stay away. i swear on my last cigarette that i’d love you my d-d-darling. i’d love you if i could. but since the day i was born, it’s been too late for me to be anything but what i am tonight. and what i am is drunk, and what i am is mean, in your passenger seat. seat belts are for people who have time to die; hell, i don’t even have time to sleep. because i don’t wanna miss a moment of loathing everything that i see. i stay up nights afraid of everything, till all that’s left is the shadows and me. ask me from sunrise to sunset: no, i ain’t left the house yet. i finally love you enough to stay…enough to stay away. aw, ****, i wish i had a job to quit. i wish i had a boss that i could tell to **** off. give me the satisfaction of a dramatic exit, and not just a long car ride and a short goodbye in a parking lot. (ohohoh.) |
Rise Against - Make It Stop (September's Children)
Rise Against - Make It Stop (September's Children)
Woah, woah. Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled, Then gone forever. It seems just like yesterday, how did I miss the red flag's raise? Think back, the days we left We braved these bitter storms together. And brought to his knees he cried, But on his feet he died. What God would damn a heart? And what God drove us apart? What God could... Make it stop, Let this end, Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step, On the way down singing Woah, woah. Bang bang from the closet walls, The schoolhouse halls, The shotgun's loaded. Push me and I'll push back. I'm done asking, I demand. From a nation under God, I feel it's love like a cattle prod. I'm born free, but still they hate. I'm born me, no I can't change. It's always darkest just before the dawn. So stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong. Make it stop, Let this end, Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step, On the way down singing Woah, woah. The cold river washed him away, But how could we forget? The gathering's hold candles, but not their tongues. And too much blood has flown from the wrists, Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss. Who will rise to stop the blood We're counting for, Insisting on, A different beat, yeah. A brand new song (Names called) Tyler Clementi, age 18 Billy Lucas, age 15 Harrison Chase Brown, age 15 Cody J. Barker, age 17 Seth Walsh, age 13 Make it stop. Make this end, This life chose me, I'm not lost in sin. And proud I stand, of who I am, I plan to go on living; Make it stop. Let this end, All these years pushed to the ledge. But proud I stand, of who I am, I plan to go on living. Actually almost all the rise against songs I love have deep meaning each and every word...that is why I love this freakin band cuz their songs really relate to me deeply :D Rise Against ROCKS! \m/ |
Anti-Nowhere League - So What?
So fucking what! Well I've been to Hastings And I've been to Brighton I've been to Eastbourne too So what, so what Well I've been here And I've been there And I've been every fucking where So what, so what So what, so what you boring little cunt Well who cares, who cares what you do Who cares, who cares about you You, you, you Well I've sucked sweets And I've sucked rock And I've even sucked an old man's cock So what, so what Well I've fucked a sheep And I've fucked a goat I've had my cock right down its throat So what, so what So what, so what you boring little cunt Well who cares, who cares what you do Who cares, who cares about you You, you, you, you Well I've drunk that And I've drunk this And I've spewed up on a pint of piss So what, so what And I've had scag I've had speed I've jacked up until I bleed So what, so what So what, so what you boring little cunt Well who cares, who cares what you do Who cares, who cares about you You, you, you, you Well I've had crabs And I've had lice And I've had the pox and that ain't nice So what, so what Well I've fucked this And I've fucked that And I've even fucked a schoolgirl's crack So what, so what So what, so what you boring little cunt Who cares, who cares about you Who cares, who cares about you You, you, you, you.... |
Conflict - The Serenade Is Dead
She wakes up in the morning; the sun is shining in her face She turns her head around; she shares the blanket on which the love embraced She looks out of the window; it's a lovely day outside She tells herself that things are fine, he pulls the sheets to cover his eyes The essence of the fresh air, that garden held the love affair Thinking back their minds are torn in muddle and confusion So far away another sits, who tries to make the best of it He don't know quite what's hit him, it's another love illusion He gazes in his empty room eyes fixed upon her picture The loneliness, dejectedness, God how the **** he's missed her His eyes turn turn to the window, the military roar by He wonders how much hatred could evolve out of the sky What God had done for peace on earth, what man destroyed from day of birth They are concerned with feelings; they're just ashamed to cry And one mans plan to push the button makes other sacrifice The serenade is dead and now the only question's why? Why when we are young, we're told it's right to love Told it's human nature and that comes from God above As time moves on we realize that we all look from the pit While a plan hangs above us, to keep us in the **** Because the minute we are born, we're told what's right and wrong Raised with certain morals, never mentioned in their songs As we grow up, we find out that the paths been neatly set In a world of such destruction, we only can regret Regret that is the word of it, as we look for our way out of it Why can't they understand we don't want any part of it? The pain they create everyday, that just ain't gonna go away We've got to stick together, but still you're asking why? The system stands strong, as our movement starts to crumble The pressure we once held, has just turned into a rumble They've got us where they want us, and you all just accept that Well don't you think its time; we started to hit back They are the enemy; they want a rope around your neck And if they will go that far, then what the **** is next? Forget the revolution, we've heard it all before Heard all of the promises of nineteen-eighty-four Its an impossible task, "oh yes", it stands before us all Well maybe you'll believe it when your back's against the wall defiantly my favorite Conflict song and up there for favorite punk song |
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