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Holy Mother D.I.Y.
00:42
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We're still a bunch of punk rock kids, and we shall never call it quits. Holy mother D.I.Y. - can i defend you 'til I die? Fuck the beautiful machine - it is ugly and obscene. All things phony, fake and dumb shall be crushed and overrun.
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Make Yourself At Home
03:25
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“Never condone racist behaviour. Promote tolerance all the time. But trying to stay here without papers - that’s a serious crime.” “We were just following orders. We didn’t mean to kill this guy. He was a little bit too defiant. He started to kick, he started to cry.” “We didn’t know how to react. We heard the screams and sensed the fear, but they were wearing uniforms, so we didn’t want to interfere.” “We heard about it from a friend and put up a demonstration. There were a dozen protesters, a hundred cops. Yes, a hundred cops. Now that’s the state of the nation.”
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Come On (Try Again)
02:24
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You are stuck again in the pouring rain. You are out of luck, no one gives a fuck. You are twenty-eight, and you're running late. You're a communist - do they still exist? Come on try again. You can kill the pain. Come on try again. It won't be in vain. You have been stood up by miss buttercup. You can't pay the rent for your apartment. You're a punk rock kid and your scene is dead. Now you've been kicked out by the party crowd. Come on try again. You can kill the pain. Come on try again. It won't be in vain.
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6pm
02:25
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6pm, the one bedroom apartments of the world greet us with closed curtains that we hardly ever furl. The door has snapped shut, now it's quiet, virtually no sound. Double glazing and of course there's no one else around. The fridge is stocked with bread and cheese and bottles of white wine. Suddenly we wonder if we're really doing fine. We think about the books we've read, the records we've collected, the urban single lifestyle that we seem to have perfected. Contemplate if we should call the girl we met last night even though she's phony and she doesn't seem too bright. Plug in our guitars and write another song instead, cry out all the stupid things that circle in our heads. We are pathetic. Can we be smart? Somebody told us that art is hard. This microcosm works pretty well. We’d love to break this old fragile shell - and you can tell.
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Champagne On Ice
02:12
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Sometimes I wonder: How can we survive? Let’s count to ten, we cannot count to five. Say, do you want to live in constant strife? Now, this is burning, cutting like a knife. Tell me what’s the matter anyway? We cannot think of something nice to say. Have we been acting weird and strange today? I try but I can’t seem to feel okay. Now look at this and take it cause it’s true. Where did we keep it? I don’t have a clue. It’s something like champagne on ice for you. It’s something old, it’s something new. Go on like this for days and weeks on end ‘cause we got something precious to defend. There must be some kind of unspoken bond tying us together right here and beyond. Don’t know exactly what is, but it is something we would miss. So this is not a goodbye kiss.
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Role Model
02:13
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Your friends are ignorant and stupid fucks. And your cd collection really sucks. You haven’t read a book since you left school. Still you think that you are so fucking cool. Thought that everyone’d agree: You’re as dumb as dumb can be. Thought that everyone’d agree: You’re so dumb (unfortunately). Ugly generic tattoos (left and right arm), you got spiked hair and you got zero charm. Of course you know exactly what every girl should look like: Britney, Pam, J. Lo in those glossy books. Thought that everyone’d agree: You’re as dumb as dumb can be. Thought that everyone’d agree: You’re so dumb. Unfortunately, you’re a role model. Yes, you seem to be an icon, a star, a role model. How could you ever get this far?
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Don’t want to get up at 6.30 because I’ve had enough already. We’ll never make the subject listen. The system is so very steady. But then again, it’s shifting, changing. Eventually it will collapse. We’ll be prepared, yeah, we’ll be ready, but right now, please, can you perhaps give me a hand, lighten this burden (that’s a.k.a. weight of the world) - a handsome boy will cook you breakfast, and how I long to kiss that girl. It has become so very complex and I don’t know who I’m defending. It seems there are no easy answers. We all look for a happy ending. Call it survival or whatever; we live a lie, a wrong decision. Complacency has many causes: Fear, privilege and egotism. Give me a hand, lighten this burden (that’s a.k.a. weight of the world) - a handsome boy will cook you breakfast and how I long to kiss that girl.
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Let's Kung Fu
02:22
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Broken hopes and shattered dreams - they’ve taken everything of worth to you, and now it seems that sitting, hoping, waiting doesn’t do the trick. We gotta do something. Say, aren’t you tired and sick? Come on let us take action, stand up kick and whine and scream – right now! Haven’t you noticed there’s hardly anything left to lose anyhow? Get set or things will never change for the better, no they won’t. So do you join us? Hey, don’t say, you don’t. This is a song about fighting all those arbitrary acts we face. And it’s a call for self defense against pushing, urging (we can’t keep pace). So let us take action, stand up kick and whine and scream – right now! Haven’t you noticed there’s hardly anything left to lose anyhow? Get set or things will never change for the better, no they won’t. So do you join us? Hey, don’t say, you don’t. Our voice, it should be heard. And it will, if we all speak up. Keep quiet? That’s absurd. You know we have to make them stop.
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Just felt the urge to pen down a song that is meaningful and thought provoking. But old man writer's block is at it once again, only a pile of torn up papers might remain. Just felt the urge to pen down a song that is meaningful and thought provoking. But it ain't easy to come up with something smart, so many questions, and you don't know where to start. But then again, you can always quote Karl Marx: “Overthrow (...) conditions in which man is an abased, enslaved, abandoned, contemptible being". Make haste.
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The Blindfolds
02:11
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“You’ll see it’s not that bad. Well… just accommodate.” Her dad told her - “Just try and feel okay. Enjoy the amenities and avoid the rest.” She simply couldn’t go that way. She said: “I hate those buildings”. She said: “I hate those faces. All the cameras in all the public places. All those suburban drive-ins, all those suburban marts. The chemical food in your shopping karts. I hate the propaganda called ‘journalism’. I hate the phony ways, the war called ‘peace’. Can’t stand the blindfolds, can’t stand the fact that almost everyone somehow agrees. Yeah, somehow everyone seems to have forgotten what it takes to live and that it’s not enough to keep quiet and to pretend that everything’s okay - ‘cause everything's at stake. I think it is time that we pump the brakes. I know what’s going on. I know what’s going wrong, although millions are busy to hide it. I know what’s insane and who’s to blame. And now I will go out to fight it. Yes, I will!” She couldn’t go that way.
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The Obstacles
02:29
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Missed a deadline, lost another fight. Yet in the end it still could be alright. Insecure, unstable - you can't hold on tight. But in the end it still could be alright. Read a clever book 'til late in the night - in the end it could be alright. At least it might. At least there's some kind of passion left and you're not losing sight. Hey, in the end it still could be alright. There’s solidarity even in the urban blight. So in the end it still could be alright. Just come forward, no, you don't have to hide. In the end, it could be alright. At least it might. At least you've made it so far. In spite of the obstacles. It could be alright.
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The Game, Not The Rules
03:06
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What do you expect, what do I neglect? How does that affect what we try to do? The cause, the goal, the aim? Now please can you explain? We must not fail again, there has to be a clue. It's often inaudible, but always so plausible: Just for once, let us not act like fools. We have to change the game, not the rules. C'mon say it once more: we must get to the core. So many who ignore, repairs won't do a thing. We need a heavy storm and all of this reformist papers ripped and torn, we have to dance and sing. It's often inaudible, but always so plausible: Just for once, let us not act like fools. We have to change the game, not the rules. We don't need different guidelines and regulations. We have to stop living at each other's expense. Get rid of the concept of the increase of value. It's not a natural law. It's not common sense.
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Train
02:13
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Brought a bottle of red wine. Thought we could share it on the train. Thought we could have a conversation. All my efforts were in vain. You didn't want to talk - just stared out into the rain. You did not share my sense of humor. You didn't want to talk - just stared out into the rain. Said that I didn’t share any of your concerns. Guess our attitude towards this world is very different: I pick a lot a lot of fights, I scream, and you might never take a stand. Got raw deal, had a bad time, were on a losing streak. But listen: It ain't my fault that you (got raw deal, had a bad time, were on a losing streak. And that you) always felt so very weak. And I was not your enemy. So why'd take this out on me?
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