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Days go by
02:20
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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
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2. |
By my side
01:24
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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
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Dead Leaves
02:23
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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
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4. |
Daghdèinter
02:57
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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...
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5. |
Macho Ego
02:35
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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
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Religion is Sickness
01:00
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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!
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Dear Foe
03:42
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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
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8. |
That Woman
02:21
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Orpheus is Dead
02:19
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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"
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10. |
Chi l'avrebbe detto
02:14
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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
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11. |
J.b.g
02:10
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NoWhiteRag Bologna, Italy
Pirate Punx since 2003 from Mvtina / Bologna, shITALY.
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