Daghdèinter

by NoWhiteRag

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    "Daghdèinter" is the Third NWR album released in early 2014 by a great co-production of almost 20 DIY independent labels 'round Europe. It comes in black Vinyl in a Gatefold Cover with a great artwork, inner bag with lyrics, translation and pictures, plus a big poster inside. Limited Edition in Transparent Red vinyl!

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    To celebrate 10 years of activity we release this totally handcrafted wooden box. 101% DIY made from punx for punx, limuted to 50 pieces. It includes: Red Vinyl Lp, NWR Bandana, NWR "Days go by" Tshirt, Woodcut/screenprint "Dead Leaves" handmade poster, sticker.
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about

Hey mates! This is a kind of explanation, or whatever you wanna call it...about the title of this album: "Daghdèinter". It's not italian language, it's dialect from Modena, an archaic way of speaking that probably will disappear within few generations. It's pretty impossible to translate literally, but more or less it is like "give it all" or "don't give up", and is what we mean with "no white rag". The song celebrates these 10 years of activity like a band and it sounds like if I try to explain to some old people from my little village what it means to me playing in a band like NoWhiteRag. I think that the language is just a useful mean to externalize emotions, experiences, ideals, ideas...and this time I've decided to use dialect, to leave a trace. Songs last more than men. That's all!

"...and now you can get what I mean with "Nowhiterag" too: it means that you have to work your ass out, do not listen to anyone who wants to change or control you, keep on going your way! It's the anger that burns within, it's a black flag waving in your heart"

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Ciao compagni! In queste poche righe cerco di spiegare la scelta del titolo dell'album: "Daghdèinter". Non è italiano, è dialetto modenese, un modo di esprimersi ormai in disuso e che molto probabilmente scomparirà nel giro di poche generazioni. Tradotto alla lettera sarebbe "dacci dentro", "metticela tutta" ed è ciò che abbiamo sempre inteso con "no white rag". La canzone celebra questi 10 anni di attività del gruppo, come se dovessi spiegare a dei vecchi del mio paese cosa significa per me cantare in un gruppo come i NoWhiteRag. Credo che il linguaggio sia solo un mezzo per esternalizzare emozioni, esperienze, ideali, idee...questa volta ho scelto il dialetto, per lasciare una traccia. Le canzoni durano più degli uomini. Tutto qui!

"...e finalmente vi spiego cosa vuol dire "NoWhiteRag": vuole dire dacci dentro, non ascoltare nessuno che ti vuole cambiare o comandare, tira dritto sicuro! Vuol dire dacci dentro, è la
rabbia che brucia forte, è una bandiera nera che sventola dentro al cuore"

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credits

released January 17, 2014

NWR for this record are:

Zanna: Voice
Marconcio: Voice and guitar
Katta: Chorus and guitar
Grug: Bass
Cocolo: Drums

Recorded between August 2012 and April 2013 at Studio 74 in ravenna and Noway Studio in Villapunk. Mixed and mastered by Paso at Studio 74, Ravenna, September 2013.

This album was also possible by the cooperation of some independent DIY labels round Europe: NuclearChaosRecords, Maniac Attack, Angry Voice, Terror Tubbies, DrinkFightLove Records, AnarchoPunx Records, Human Parasit Pladden, Pest & Cholera Records, Propaganda Sovversiva, Baobab Produzioni, Bomb-All Records, Keponteam, Heresia, TristeBufon Anticompany, Fall of Men Records, SusyRec., Kalashnikov, Pogohai, Dis-srot, Subwix, Stella Nera, Call the Cops Records

Involves the precious co-operation of:
Datura Stramonium Tenebrarum (Jesus Ain't in Poland): Theatrical Piece in "Chi l'avrebbe detto", backing vocals and growls
Ruby: voice in "Daghdèinter"
Cocolo: Harmonica in "Daghdèinter", acoustic guitar in "Dear Foe"
Ullah (Auweia!): featuring in "Macho Ego"
Modi (Into the Baobab): featuring in "Chi l'avrebbe detto"

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Track Name: Days go by
A little dusty line broken by black flies
sneaking through the shutter lights my face and wakes me up
The coffee left is cold, I drink a glass of wine
not to think I'm getting old and another day has begun

I'm walking through the night, some cars pass me by
Whispers from big monsters are torturing my mind
I'm sweating out my guts on the way I use my time
And while I wait for answers in vain, days go by

All Hopes and ambitions, crumbled by time
like old pictures on the wall, fading fast and now
I feel no strength to face my own apathy
nor the ball chained at my ankle which stole my dignity

I'm walking through my memories, the rats are coming out from rotten drains to broken trains the dogs are barking loud
stray animals stray persons abandoned like my days gone by

Gray hair, wrinkles, resignation, hate
all signs that life engraven on my face
'cos black suite vampires bled me out to death
now the question is: "I shot them all or my own head?"

I'm walking through the night, the horizon starts to shine
I'm gonna show the monsters the way out of my mind
set it back on my hands or rather end my time
either way I'm done with sit and stare at my days gone by
Track Name: By my side
I'm the only one by my side,
lonely I care if live or die
'se I'm the only one by my side
I'm the only one by my side,
I'm kinda sure which side to be
for the only one by my side it's me

Feudatari, valvassori, scafisti preti imprenditori
creativi nazi kamikaze, scribacchini stracciacazzi
ciarlatani excomunisti, radical-chic filantropisti
ex sionisti in terra indiana, artisti figli di puttana
Credi, mode e ideologie, utili quanto le malattie
la tua pronezza ammazza il mio futuro
e allora testa di cazzo levati di culo
Track Name: Dead Leaves
It's time for the dead leaves to leave their mother tree
following the cold wind is blowing to the east
the father said: "C'mon son, don't stand on the door"
The boy saw his mother cry and thought
"I don't wanna go...to war...won't go..to war"

No news is bad news, my son is still away,
the hopes are turning gray which God shall I pray
if now he's stuck in a fucking graveyard

My feet are going gangrene, you bastards shut up!
Your voices are blades that now slaughter my guts
"The boy's going crazy", the comrades decide
to leave him behind in the storm, like a sacrifice

It's time for the young boys to answer the call
they were so convincing but now I'm alone
I speak with the devil I think of my sweet girl
I wish all you fuckers the worst for your bloody war

No news is bad news, my boy is still away,
the hopes are turning gray, which God shall I pray
he's stuck into a fucking graveyard
Track Name: Daghdèinter
A’sran dìs àn càg tìn adrè a sta banda d'sunadòr
ma piò ch'sunèr a fam casèin e an'schapa gnànch un sòld
Mongia un dè al vìn da mè, "al fàmia un gròp insàm?
tet'cànt, mè ala chitàra, vìm adrè, tachàm!"
L'era Mòdna, brisa Londra, an'ghìra tànt da fèr
chi s'anùièva, chi's'drughèva, "ma in dò vòt andèr?"
Mè agh'avìva dèinter quèl, na ràbia da sfughèr
contr’al mànd, la sòcietè, ai'ho tachè ad canter

Mi nòn al gìva: "ec'confùsion, c’la vìn dal magasèin"
po' gniva deintèr a scuriòser, con na bòcia'd'vèin
"Mè sùn vèch, an'g'capès un càz, sunèv in gìr, da bòun?
quand'è la prosma vòlta, as'vàdel in televisioun?"
Cavì drèt e tànt casèin, asvliva gìrer al mànd
ma dal vòlti anch Bulagna l'era trop luntan
L'è pàse dal tèimp dal'aura, nuetèr sàm cambìe
mi non'n'ghè piò, am'vìn l'magaun, ma'n spòl turnèr indrè

Po' agh pèins a mòd, a tòt i post, al ghègni cha'iò vèst:
Germania, Svesra, Austria, tòt i cùnzert dàl fès
e alàura ai'ho capi perchè sàm anchàra dre a sùner
e finalmèint av'degh sa vòl dìr nowhiterag:
vol dìr dagh dèinter, non ascùltèr nìsaùn
c'at vòl cambièr o cumandèr e tira drèt sicùr
Vol dìr dagh dèinter, la ràbia brusa fòrt
l'è na bandèra neigra cla sveintla deintr'al còr

Ma l'è dìfèzel da spieghèr a chi lè tròp luntàn
a chi agh'ha al còr tròp vech, a chi a gh'ha tròp baioc in màn
a chi an'vòl brisa vadèr tòt al mèrz caghè nàl mànd
e sà vòl dìr stà banda me agh'pròv, al dèg listàs:
vòl dìr dagh dèinter, non ascùltèr nìsaùn
c'at vòl cambièr o cumandèr e tira drèt sicùr
Vol dìr dagh dèinter, la ràbia brusa fòrt
l'è na bandèra neigra cla sveintla deintr'al còr

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Saranno dieci anni che sto dietro a questo gruppo, ma più che suonare facciamo casino e non si becca nemmeno un soldo. Un giorno Mongia viene da me: "Facciamo un gruppo? Tu canti, io suono la chitarra, vienimi dietro, cominciamo!" // Era Modena non Londra, non c’era tanto da fare, c’era chi s'annoiava, chi si drogava, "ma dove vuoi andare?". Io avevo dentro qualcosa, una rabbia da sfogare, così ho cominciato a cantare contro il mondo e la società // Mio nonno diceva: "Che confusione, viene dal magazzino!" Poi veniva dentro a curiosare, portandoci una bottiglia di vino "Io sono vecchio, non ci capisco un cazzo di sta roba..Ma suonate in giro? Davvero? Quand'è la prossima volta? Si vede in televisione?" // Capelli dritti e tanto casino, si voleva girare il mondo, ma delle volte anche Bologna sembrava troppo lontano. E' passato del tempo da allora, noi siamo cambiati e mio nonno non c'è più. Mi viene la malinconia ma non si può tornare indietro // Poi ci penso a modo, a tutti posti e le facce che ho visto, Germania, Svizzera, Austria, ad ogni concerto c’era del macello, e allora ho capito perché continuiamo a suonare e finalmente ti spiego cosa vuol dire Nowhiterag: vuole dire dacci dentro, non ascoltare nessuno che ti vuole cambiare o comandare, tira dritto sicuro! Vuol dire dacci dentro, è la rabbia che brucia forte, è una bandiera nera che sventola dentro al cuore // Ma è difficile da spiegare cosa vuol dire questo gruppo a chi è troppo lontano, a chi ha il cuore troppo vecchio, ha chi ha troppi soldi in mano, a chi non vuole vedere tutto il marcio che c'è nel mondo...Ma io ci provo, lo dico lo stesso: vuole dire dacci dentro, non ascoltare nessuno, che ti vuole cambiare o comandare, tira dritto sicuro! Vuol dire dacci dentro, la rabbia che brucia forte una bandiera nera che sventola dentro al cuore.

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It's about then years that I've been keeping up with this band. but rather than playing it's all about making some noise and don't get any money. One day Mongia came to me: "Let's start a band! You sing, I play guitar, follow me, let's jam" // Modena wasn't London; there was nothing to do, some people were bored, some people did drugs, "you're heading nowhere". I had something within, a rage to act out, so I started to sing against society and the world we live in // My grandfather was like "What's going on in the ware house? What's this noise?" And eventually he was coming inside, taking a look around, bringing a bottle of wine to share with us "I'm old, I don't get anyfuckingthing about what you're doing. Do you really play proper shows? When is the next one? Can i see you on the TV?" // Spikey hair and a lot of mess, we wanted to travel the world, but sometimes also Bologna seemed too far away. It 's been a while since then, we've changed a lot and my grandfather is gone. It makes me blue but you can not go back // Then I think about it, about all the places and faces I have seen, Germany, Switzerland, Austria, every gig has been a blast so far. And that's when I realized why we keep on playing, and now you can get what I mean with "Nowhiterag" too: it means that you have to work your ass out, do not listen to anyone who wants to change or control you, keep on going your way! It's the anger that burns within, it's a black flag waving in your heart // But it is hard to explain to those who are too far away, to those whose heart is too "old", to those who have too much money on their hands, to whoever can't see the corruption of the society in which we're living in. But I try, I try anyways...
Track Name: Macho Ego
Hey! let me do a statement, against all of you
another crappy slogan? so what! I will do
'cos when nobody talks about it is not a cliché! right?
I'm sick of macho attitude and homophobic pride

So the blind minds are criticizing what they don't get
but I don't see angry music as a prerogative of men
it's not a race to measure the longest dick in town
so express yourself the way you feel and shut those fuckers down

Take your macho ego out of punk save
your hate for society not to prove how much you're a man
Take your macho ego out of punk,
it's no challenge of manhood and it ain't worth a fuck

So now, I don't know the right way but sure I know what's wrong
and you cheap comments were fuel for this song
You would never call yourself a fascist don't you? right?
So why you act like a racist xenophobic mind?

Take your macho ego out of punk
save your hate for society not to prove how much you're a man
Take your macho ego out of punk,
it's no challenge of manhood and it doesn't share a fuck with punk

Why don't you become normal, saluting your own nation,
you're acting like a square with your stupid provocations
Well so prove, so prove you're tougher then me,
so what, so what it makes you punker than me?
You suck, you suck, you're doing hierarchy.
Punk is co-operation, open minds and anarchy
Track Name: Religion is Sickness
Ain't feeling all right, my life is a mess
"Come on my old son come and join me in the church"
I wanna see you, The priest is a sham,
"You won't see the light through the eyes of a man"

Religion is sick, religion is sick, religion is sickness!

Oh Lord take my eyes, I don't need no more
"Your sacrifice will get you through the doors"
I never thought heaven had such padded cells
"Sorry I can't help you, I'm just a voice in your head"
All of my life I've been loyal to you
you promised me heaven and it's hell now I'm through
now you draw a line, call me a crazy man
to keep up from thinking religion itself is...Sickness!
Track Name: Dear Foe
When I wrote this story my days were not so bright
I scrambled in the morning and drank all through the night
but when too many letdowns shake and wreck your peace
you learn it fast to recognize a friend from an enemy
Hey you, dear foe, whoever you will be
Wherever I will meet you don't try to bother me.
Hey you, I've got no time so listen to me well
this place is too small for both of us, don't wanna see you again!

Under this black sky I wonder why I'm alone
I take a look at the stars and none wanna fall
I think about the future, the fears about the past
all good things in life were nothing seems to last
Spitting to the ground, all I hate in life
with broken bones, I hold my head and cry
I pack my bag, I drink a bottle, it's time to get away
a big fuck off to everyone, tonight I'll be on a train

Every time I fall I stand up stronger dear foe
next time I'll be ready I'll say no
and Every scar you made me has just grown up my rage
Now I'm alone with myself...
Dear foe I've got no time for you

Under this moonlight, tonight I'm not alone
so far away from home I've found someone who wants to talk:
a rough skinned man tells me his story while smoking cigarettes
he was a sailor for the army but he quit to work for them
"I didn't wanna work ruled by a gun
I thought I have a dignity so I landed and said them fuck"
He told me how it's gone, he ended on a street
I look his eyes, they're shining bright I'll take his words with me

Every time I fall I stand up stronger dear foe
next time I'll be ready I'll say no
Every scar you made me has just grown up my rage
Now I'm alone with myself...
Dear foe I've got no time for you

Under this blue sky I've got to find myself
sometimes to be alone is better than to be your friend
Yeah I know, I'm not as iron willed as you thought
but to sue my wounds was totally my fault
'cos every scar you made me recalls me I'm alive
My mind is too packed with things to do for such a given time
so every time I go away, you know, I will come back
with something more into my heart allthough closer to death
Track Name: Orpheus is Dead
I was walking by the riverside
the head in the stream was floating by
All the bats came out whirling from the crypt
and mystic wine was spilled like your blood that drips
dripping by your corpse

Orpheus is dead, we wolfed down his body
Another piece of God called rationality... was murdered

Euridice's waiting for your defeat
now the time is over, it's destiny
So give up all hopes, everything you've cheated
is taking some revenge and the trees are screaming:
you won't fool us no more

A message from the maenads: "if you think your mind
can decide the nature, we'll decide your fate
and take your head away, take your head away
and tear to pieces all your body"
Track Name: Chi l'avrebbe detto
Un tempo si parlava della fine nelle chiese
dell'apocalisse e dei dannati senza fede
poi il giorno del giudizio è arrivato, ma sorpresa
non angeli, ma morti che camminano e violenza
Morte sopra gli occhi e nelle vene

Signore siamo stanchi, non stiamo molto bene
non sentiamo più scorrere il sangue nelle vene
"Il vostro sangue mi appartiene lavorate brutte merde!"

Bestia dura è l'uomo da morire e son rimasti
i vili e i prepotenti si difendono dall'alto:
preti con le croci, gendarmi con cannoni
ricchi infami che ci guardano e frigniamo, coglioni!
Stasera guardie morte per cena!

Signore siam tornati ma stavolta per sbranare,
il suo lardo ci appartiene, frutto del nostro sudore.
"Vi prego no, prendete i soldi ma non mangiate me, no no noooo"

Ora col denaro che più non vale niente
si accendono gran fuochi e arriva nuova gente
nei villaggi dei morti che camminano si danza
e si banchetta fino all'alba! C'è carne in abbondanza
Chi l'avrebbe detto che da morti si vive..

I vecchi padroni sono il nuovo mangime
Chi l'avrebbe detto che da morti... si vive meglio e non finirà mai