Punk / Punk Rock 👅 🏴 📎


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guardate dove li hanno menzionati :sisisi:


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dei toy dolls adoro “nelly the elephant”


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Edit:
Scusate se ho cambiato video ma questo è molto più bello :smile:

Buon Natale :old_mclol:

Outside the carolers start to sing I can't descibe the joy they bring 'Cause joy is something they don't bring me

My girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whiny voices get irritating
It’s Christmas time again

So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they’ll waste
Oh God, I hate these Satan’s helpers

And then I guess I must have snapped
Because I grabbed the baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter

It’s Christmas time again
It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand
All year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don’t wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone

Well, I guess it’s not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
’Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantage
And even though the jail didn’t have a tree
Christmas came a night early
’Cause a guy named bubba unwrapped my package

It’s Christmas time again
It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand
All year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don’t wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone

I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas
I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas

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#7

Una canzone triste, pesante, dall’ultimo album dei NOFX. La “Generazione Z” è l’ultima generazione su cui ripiegare qualche speranza in un cambiamento? Non lo sappiamo… non ancora… ma potrebbe accadere. Esattamente come in Natura, i rapporti che si contrappongono creano, giocoforza, un campo vecchio ma nuovo, dove i dogmi e i “credo” sono obbligati a lasciare spazio al “nuovo che avanza”. Il problema è questo “nuovo” che (in realtà) è vecchio. E’ retaggio di un modus operandi ormai consolidato e che non funziona. Il tentativo di appiattire l’Umanità e il pensiero critico alla “mercificazione” per cui tutto è negoziabile, fallirà, esattamente come i progetti di chi, avendo in mano le sorti di milioni di esseri umani, crede di poterne dirigere le vite, le decisioni e, in ultima analisi, le sorti… buon ascolto…

I think that our kids will probably see The end of humanity, as we know it Cause this world's about to blow it. Will they see what they saw in ancient Rome, The destruction of the home. Will they see the end of civility?

Cause when morality’s been blurred,
Procreation seems absurd
And human rights and freedom are just words,
That have lost all their meaning
In a world that is bleeding.
Like an animal in slaughter,
I hope that my daughters never know

What it feels like to give up
To know the whole world is corrupt.
To realize they are really on their own
And there’s no one left who cares
About the future
Infected cuts don’t need a suture
There’s a feeling that the human race,
Has seen the checkered flag

And the laps that are given
Are the last ones ever driven.
And everyone who’s still living knows that
It’s a shame that the earth
Will live on but can’t give birth
To a baby planet where we could start over again.

We’ve been divided, we’ve been bled,
Like a chicken without a head.
Running frantically amuck
Taking but not giving a fuck.

History is just an alibi
It’s believing every lie
Man has ever dared to write.
It’s so much easier to see
That complex reality
A lifetime full of misery and blight.

So we tell our daughters and our sons
That they’re not the final ones
To see this planet as a decent place to live
We use our telescope
To give them faith, to give them hope
Anything to help them cope
With their future cause there’s no alternative

Kings and queens rule the land
There’s more and more lines drawn in the sand
Pawns are crooks, Castles are rooks
It’s too bad the good books
Written for the sub-classes to introduce morality
Had nothing to do with reality
But then again, who would have ever read them?
We read the par-Quran for lunch
Eat old testaments for a snack
And a little Lulla-bible before bed

There’s no more points of view when your only thought is food (It’s sad I’m gonna see)
The bible has been replaced with a survival guide (The end of history)
That uses perishables instead of parables
Because there’s no stories left to preach (We don’t wanna be)
There’s no life lessons is left to teach anyone, why bother? (The Generation Z)
Who are we? Are we the intellects or the insects?
We’re not the ones who will ever know the answer (We don’t wanna see)
It’s impossible for us to imagine what is right in front of us (A species eulogy)
I guess that’s what makes us think we’re human.
But being human only lets us see a little farther than animals (The end of history)
Feel depression from spending most of your life working? (The Generation Z)
Try chemicals! Chemicals make everything better (The end of history)
Hate, love, morality. They’re just chemical reactions. (The Generation Z)
Are we just chemically imbalanced ants on chemically fueled rants? (Generation Z, Generation Z)
It really just comes down to sex and power (Generation Z)
I bet the last man standing, the last human on this planet (Generation Z, Generation Z)
The last person on the earth doesn’t give a shit (Generation Z)
Or has any idea that he or most likely she is the last one (Generation Z, Generation Z)

The last person on this planet
Will fuck the dead and die thinking not about why didn’t anyone care
But why her life was so unfair
It’s time, it needs to be said, I’m sorry to be the one to inform you
But man and woman kind has unfortunately been pronounced dead

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#8

Interessante come la censura copra con un “…” il FUCK (authority) perchè sono “parolacce”… ma senza nessun pudore trasmette (dalla mattina alla sera) telefilm dove c’è gente che scopa-si spara-si droga ecc. … poi parte il telegiornale, la Gran verità dove si vorrebbe far passare il concetto che il mondo è così per colpa degli uomini… e non delle m3rd3 che lo governano…
Ecco, la domanda è? E’ meglio un ragazzino che imapara la parola FUCK (e sa a chi indirizzarla) o un ragazzino educato che non osa mettere in discussione nulla…?


#9
I'm really fucking sick Of Beck and 311, And Marylin Manson, I wish someone would break his fucking neck.

And what about Bush
And lame-ass Oasis?
Hey, talk about pretentious,
why don’t they just blow England off the map?

Every now and then
I turn it on again
But it’s plain to see that
The radio still sucks.

Every now and then
I turn it on again
But it’s plain to see that
The radio still sucks

The Radio Still Sucks

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I'll be hiding in the shadows I'll be waiting in the dark To drive this blade Straight through your heart I'll drag your body to the car As blood races down my arm I think everyone will wonder Where you are, do you?

I’ll hide you in my walls
Your body will never be found
I’ll wear your skin as a suit,
Pretend to be you
Your friends will like you
More than they used to

Dear diary, my teen angst bullshit
Has a body count
I believe its six going on seven now

I’ve been dreaming about you
In a pool of your own blood
With your eyes gouged out
By the work of my thumbs
The scent of your insides
From under the floorboards
The perfect perfume
To settle a score.

I’ll hide you in my walls
Your body will never be found
I’ll wear your skin as a suit,
Pretend to be you
Your friends will like you
More than they used to
Pretend to be you,
Your friend will like you
More than they used to

Ride the wings of pestilence

#11

The IDIOTS ARE TAKING OVER


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Dué le Quartz


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