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What are you waiting for – do it yourself!
DIY is the way how recover our punk,
It's laying in our hands with hard breath,
It's time to know, what we will do!
What will be happen without the people, which doing something for the punk?
-you know the answer.
DIY – Do It Yourself
DIY – better way
DIY – be one's own man
DIY – withdrawal of consume!
There's so many ways, where you can go,
So many things, what you can do,
Constructive activities for each of us,
All of that without the Babylon and its pressure!
Punk is now in worse situation, lets say on the death-bed. And it's so easy...Only with the DIY philosophy we can change the things and move punk to similar face as in 80's, when bands like Crass, Flux Of Pink Indians and others keep it in real. All without commercial crap, honestly, from heart and mainly with some message. Throw away your wasting of time in the pub and lets start do something, or our punk will die. Soon.
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Black army with shell belts
Uniformity of “crust war”
Fighting with emo music
Who is not with us stand against us
Pro elite of punk kings – spreading equality
Who may trust you if you make the contrary – slander and condemn others
Get out of your ghetto - which way you help others by your pride?
Elite is for nazis and the things you do stands you to their position
What’s happened with you?
You fight against yourself
...for yourself
Closed community only for some V.I.P.’s
If you don’t fulfil the claims – get out of here
Who from us edit the “hardcore patent”
One dogma substitute the others
Your stupid war have no solution
Fall down from the sky – reality is simple:
We must help to each other we are on one boat
Why we must compete between us about the thing:
“who is better and who is worse”?
“Scene” like a word we may put on the same position as “society” is. Who ever really seen at least one of these words? Do we make the things in the scene indeed or just for to be shown in nice flash before the “ones”? We're take a care about our image, choosy language, we slander each of us behind the back, and finally we create new closed ghetto's, where's no place to let in someone else and all of that we attend by our “local elite”. When we finally disengage out of that shackles, which we proudly tattoo on our body, or inscribe to our face?
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Ruce Po Obrně - Tma
01:30
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How much time do we have before the curtain fall down?
Just before you know it, keep smiling around
How much time do we have before we loose our environs?
Try to find it in your memory – it may prompt you...
Just because of our depressions we can also know the things
which we don’t want to know. We can search it in our brains
and make a fun from it, or we can honestly fill yourself by
some booze, like the biggest cowards,
or get mad...
After that with calm in our soul we decide to know that
we don’t want to know it.
We’re rather close our eyes – hands of and out-of-self
Who knows – gladly answer to yourself and keep quiet,
Who sleeps – gladly constantly sleep and cry...
Without these things it will be all better
Status of reality – psychic in fight
Not so many people can help you in the right time
You’re waiting for salvation – for oxymoron
How much time do we have? To experience wonder of life?
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we're cutting the air by blunted swords
for feeling of certainty, for better stench
you make something-and it will shatter by itself
only for the moment - before all vanish
only for the moment – for the silence before storm
only for the moment – for the silence after the storm
no one will win
no one will gain the prize
no one will loose
no one will take part of this
our dreams only inside the dreams
bad answers for ever questions
living in shadow, waiting for storm
which if finally come – immediately vanish.
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Loudly I shout and nothing I say
I have resolution for living – at the same time I want to die
Build the stairs – I reach the top
Dig the hole – and everybody goes down
Stick the “punk” on your forehead
Give me money and you’ll became a hero
Business: punk!
Big festivals and millions in profit
Rugged image like a rule – we must be visible
Something’s failed, because threat became a business
Now is possible to trust almost to nothing
Stand in the row like a new model
You’ll get a tag and label with EAN code
For bonus cheerokee’s hair on your head and some patches
Like your idol from MTV...
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Welcome here, in place of nothing
there's all what you want, but it stinks a lot
creative activity or at least some enthusiasm
no one wants to do something-we are pushed
someone is glittering-showing their teeths
so what? No change is coming...
you are comfortable
so horrible comfortable
everyone have waffles nearby beer in the pub
when the action comes, you're rotting at home
so why we are effort, if you don't care
try to do something, because we have almost no power
so I knee there and you're laughing
festival of comfort, waffles and plans
instant rebelism, you're getting “free”
help is for nothing and everybody know it.
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I hear the voices and slanders from the distance
but I disobey this and I going further.
To the place where isn't the thing which you grow up
I turn off yourself and I don't think about.
somewhere behind the case is the place which nobody knows
I run away and never come back
and this stinky fish I leave alone-on its place
I'm positive, bones overthere.
you'll never get my corpse
You'll never get my soul
With the last autumn leaf-fall our game breeze out
It's flying like a litter
The thing what holds me up is strange love
Don't let yourself to be absorbed by the things which makes you worry
because there's always point for living and reason for fight.
I run away and I don't know where
we run away but we don't know where
When the sunset come, you'll became a picture – live, not dead
remember the dreams, who was the one – your hero is dead
and who supports you in bad time
so why I don't see any reflection of light?
...mirror doesn't working yet (or anymore?)
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Relocation acts to destroy the Peoples Nations
People-by blood tied to their land
Beyond our literal sense to leave means death
White Hand-shaking Red Hand forms a trust
With fingers tightly crossed behind the back
What are hand gives the other takes back
Relocation Relocation
For each step forward they are twice kicked back
Relocation Relocation
Scared-by tensions in the past
Of blatant genocide and murderous acts
Tears-just a shorter trail of tears
Unlike the past these paths are covered up
What are hand gives the other takes back
Relocation Relocation
For each step forward they are twice kicked back
Relocation Relocation
Wars-battlefields are now in courts
Redfolos valor lies on white mans law
Laws-cases ruled in a racist past
Set precedence for any future trials
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Postgusto - I-Dnes
03:54
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Postgusto - Kult zmaru
03:11
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