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| + | ====== Paroles ====== | ||
| + | ===== Attentat Sonore ===== | ||
| + | ==== Better than Zero ==== | ||
| + | Back when you | ||
| + | started | ||
| + | Things were kinda easier | ||
| + | You had something to build | ||
| + | Something you could stand for | ||
| + | But now - But now ? | ||
| + | Do we have a future ? | ||
| + | When every friend of mine should be a social worker | ||
| + | Cos everything you've built has since been deleted | ||
| + | |||
| + | But you keep on sayin' | ||
| + | It's better than nothing | ||
| + | It's better than zero | ||
| + | |||
| + | Yeah we're frustrated | ||
| + | When money rules the world | ||
| + | We won't work for nothing | ||
| + | We want to keep our pride | ||
| + | |||
| + | But you - But you ? | ||
| + | You want a better price | ||
| + | You want to rip us off | ||
| + | The benefits you have | ||
| + | Cos everything you've built | ||
| + | Has since been restricted | ||
| + | |||
| + | You say | ||
| + | It's better than nothing | ||
| + | It's better than zero | ||
| + | |||
| + | You'd like to divide us | ||
| + | To make us feel weak | ||
| + | You point minorities | ||
| + | But we blame the bosses | ||
| + | (1999) | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== (More than) Boots & Braces ==== | ||
| + | Two fists don' | ||
| + | make a mind | ||
| + | So you'd better think before startin' | ||
| + | Tough guys, tough guys, in the place | ||
| + | Showin' | ||
| + | |||
| + | You can pogo up & down | ||
| + | Not havin' fun of others' | ||
| + | Everybody' | ||
| + | Why makin' the pit a fuckin' | ||
| + | |||
| + | Tryin' to - To have a say - Without a word | ||
| + | D'you understand ? | ||
| + | Hard to - Open your minds - You'd rather kill | ||
| + | What you don't want | ||
| + | |||
| + | Two fists don't make a right | ||
| + | So you'd better learn before bashin' | ||
| + | Everybody' | ||
| + | If your's shit, you can keep the waste | ||
| + | |||
| + | Macho Macho Macho man | ||
| + | Try to be yourself & show respect | ||
| + | Who cares if you're so harder | ||
| + | It's only fools we can't tolerate | ||
| + | |||
| + | Boots & Braces - Boots & Braces | ||
| + | Skins & Punks, People unite ! | ||
| + | Boots & Braces - Boots & Braces | ||
| + | Your swastikas, shove it up your arse ! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Two fists don't make a man | ||
| + | So you'd better leave all your fuckin' | ||
| + | Shake hands, shake hands, have a smile | ||
| + | When war is over, system watch out ! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Tryin' to - To have a say - Without a word | ||
| + | D'you understand ? | ||
| + | Hard to - Open your minds - You'd rather kill | ||
| + | What you don't want | ||
| + | |||
| + | Boots & Braces - Boots & Braces | ||
| + | Skins & Punks, People unite ! | ||
| + | Boots & Braces - Boots & Braces | ||
| + | Your swastikas, shove it up your arse ! | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Broken Bones ==== | ||
| + | Hey! Rude Boy | ||
| + | awake! | ||
| + | You've been told so much bullshit | ||
| + | Hey! Rude Girl awake! | ||
| + | Do you know what the nazis did? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Seventy seven' | ||
| + | Angry youth lost its self control | ||
| + | Skrewdriver came starting to spread their lies | ||
| + | And you sang along and you sold your soul! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Hey! Skinhead awake! | ||
| + | Let's take a listen to the sounds of the street | ||
| + | Hey! Skinhead awake! | ||
| + | Time has come to change this beat! | ||
| + | |||
| + | A racist Rude Boy ? It's a non-sense | ||
| + | A fascist Skinhead ? Go fuck yourself | ||
| + | A nazi punker ? It's a non-sense | ||
| + | Bloody non-sense ! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Hey! Rude Boy awake! | ||
| + | You've been told so much bullshit | ||
| + | Hey! Rude Girl awake! | ||
| + | Do you know what the nazis did ? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Hey! Rudy, tell me what are you waiting for ? | ||
| + | Isn't it better when we're all equal ? | ||
| + | Hey! Rudy, tell me, what are you living for ? | ||
| + | Will you ever dare to quit this role ? | ||
| + | |||
| + | A racist Rude Boy ? It's a non-sense | ||
| + | A fascist Skinhead ? Go fuck yourself | ||
| + | A nazi punker ? It's a non-sense | ||
| + | Bloody non-sense ! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Hey! Skinhead awake! | ||
| + | Let's take a listen to the sounds of the street | ||
| + | Hey! Skinhead awake! | ||
| + | Time has come to change this beat! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Sixty nine's spirit ? Take a look at yourself | ||
| + | You guinea pigs for the National Front! | ||
| + | That's ignorance & cowardice at their best | ||
| + | You've been warned for your broken bones ! | ||
| + | NB: Please take note that Skrewdriver WERE NOT a nazi band in 1977. | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Punx with Brains ==== | ||
| + | No money to pay | ||
| + | For the lower door-price | ||
| + | But a beer in the hand | ||
| + | And a twelve-pack in their bag | ||
| + | |||
| + | They don't have the slightest idea | ||
| + | Of what it is to set up a gig | ||
| + | They can't even imagine | ||
| + | We share responsibilities | ||
| + | |||
| + | Punx, punx, punx with brains | ||
| + | Yes we matter when nobody cares ! | ||
| + | |||
| + | You wanna leave school | ||
| + | So you think you'll be free | ||
| + | What happens in the end ? | ||
| + | You're fodder for their factories | ||
| + | |||
| + | You're victimized, you're innocent, | ||
| + | You lose control over your sense | ||
| + | You waste your life, you're a non-sense | ||
| + | Build up your mind for resistance ! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Punx, punx, punx with brains | ||
| + | Yes we matter when nobody cares ! | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Social Headache ==== | ||
| + | My mind's in a | ||
| + | mess & my body's tired | ||
| + | I just can't bear to waste my time | ||
| + | I just can't stop to wonder why | ||
| + | I have to do this all my life | ||
| + | |||
| + | We've got to do the dirty jobs | ||
| + | Then they' | ||
| + | I really can't wait anymore | ||
| + | They' | ||
| + | |||
| + | Hate the State | ||
| + | Bite the hand | ||
| + | That feeds you | ||
| + | Hang your boss | ||
| + | He's the one | ||
| + | that makes you... | ||
| + | Work to pay the food you need to work | ||
| + | |||
| + | They perfectly know what's our fate | ||
| + | They just want us to pay their rent | ||
| + | Urging us to work our ass off | ||
| + | We'd better cut their fuckin' | ||
| + | |||
| + | Hate the State | ||
| + | Bite the hand | ||
| + | That feeds you | ||
| + | Hang your boss | ||
| + | He's the one | ||
| + | that makes you... | ||
| + | Work to pay the food you need to work | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Salt Lake Nazis ==== | ||
| + | When I see this | ||
| + | bunch of bastards | ||
| + | Drivin', | ||
| + | I just want to step on the gas | ||
| + | Til I hit them with my car | ||
| + | |||
| + | Aryan clones don't make me smile | ||
| + | Go away you fuckin' | ||
| + | Salt Lake City's big enough | ||
| + | Lock it up & kill your kind | ||
| + | |||
| + | Bicycle' | ||
| + | Praise your god I lose your track | ||
| + | Religion means death means boredom | ||
| + | Make your day..Smash a mormon ! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Mormons...Motherf*ckers since day one ! | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Strange Fruits ==== | ||
| + | Southern trees | ||
| + | bear a strange fruit, | ||
| + | Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, | ||
| + | Black body swinging in the Southern breeze, | ||
| + | Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees | ||
| + | |||
| + | Pastoral scene of the gallant South, | ||
| + | The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, | ||
| + | Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh, | ||
| + | Then the sudden smell of the burning flesh | ||
| + | |||
| + | Aux arbres du Sud pendent d' | ||
| + | Des corps noirs qui se balancent | ||
| + | La douce odeur des magnolias | ||
| + | Chassée par la chair brûlée | ||
| + | |||
| + | Here's a fruit for the crows to pluck | ||
| + | For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck | ||
| + | For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop | ||
| + | Here is a strange and bitter crop | ||
| + | |||
| + | Aux arbres du Sud pendent d' | ||
| + | Des corps noirs qui se balancent | ||
| + | La douce odeur des magnolias | ||
| + | Chassée par la chair brûlée | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Mobile Assholes ==== | ||
| + | F*ckin wankers | ||
| + | disturbing the peace | ||
| + | Ringin' | ||
| + | No education, no respect at all | ||
| + | Posin' machines playin' | ||
| + | |||
| + | Guess who's calling, where am I calling from ? | ||
| + | Who do you think you are, pretentious assholes ? | ||
| + | Who needs to know you're not at home | ||
| + | Who needs to know, we're not your mom !! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Mobile assholes, mobile assholes | ||
| + | Tryin' to play a social role | ||
| + | Mobile assholes, mobile assholes | ||
| + | Wherever you go you see these jocks | ||
| + | |||
| + | You'd like to be a businessman | ||
| + | You'd like to be the leader of the gang | ||
| + | Next month you'll have to pay the bill | ||
| + | Moaning cos all your money' | ||
| + | |||
| + | Who needs to know you're not at home | ||
| + | Who needs to know, we're not your mom !! | ||
| + | |||
| + | Mobile assholes, mobile assholes | ||
| + | Tryin' to play a social role | ||
| + | Mobile assholes, mobile assholes | ||
| + | Wherever you go you see these jocks | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Here & Now ==== | ||
| + | You said you'd do | ||
| + | it - Here & now | ||
| + | A question of time - Here & now | ||
| + | A question of days - Here & now | ||
| + | The rich will pay - Here & now | ||
| + | |||
| + | Mobile assholes, mobile assholes | ||
| + | Tryin' to play a social role | ||
| + | Mobile assholes, mobile assholes | ||
| + | Wherever you go you see these jocks | ||
| + | (x2) | ||
| + | |||
| + | Using people as a steppin' | ||
| + | Double standards were easy to learn | ||
| + | Your victory now has a bitter taste | ||
| + | To fuck people over... | ||
| + | You became the best ! | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Bords de Vienne ==== | ||
| + | La vieille clique | ||
| + | de bonnes familles | ||
| + | Qui se partage les richesses | ||
| + | S' | ||
| + | Qu' | ||
| + | Elle oublie un peu trop vite | ||
| + | Que la ville appartient | ||
| + | A tous ceux qui la font vivre | ||
| + | Quelle que soit leur couleur | ||
| + | |||
| + | Limoges - Limoges - N'est pas pour eux | ||
| + | Limoges - Limoges - Reste à ceux | ||
| + | Reste à ceux qui l'ont comprise | ||
| + | Reste à ceux...qui l'ont construite | ||
| + | |||
| + | Les grosses fortunes des collabos | ||
| + | Font regretter à certains | ||
| + | La période du IIIème Reich | ||
| + | La milice et Pétain | ||
| + | A 30 bornes d' | ||
| + | Ils ont la mémoire courte | ||
| + | Ils voudraient rallumer les fours | ||
| + | Et nous y brûler sans doute | ||
| + | |||
| + | Limoges - Limoges - N'est pas pour eux | ||
| + | Limoges - Limoges - Reste à ceux | ||
| + | Reste à ceux qui ont compris | ||
| + | Pourquoi ils...étaient ici | ||
| + | |||
| + | J'en vois qui ont du temps à perdre | ||
| + | Et préfèrent s'en prendre aux leurs | ||
| + | Que pourrait-il arriver | ||
| + | En cas de vrai malheur | ||
| + | & | ||
| + | Devise des dirigeants | ||
| + | Est-on censé l' | ||
| + | dans notre propre camp ? | ||
| + | |||
| + | Limoges - Limoges - N'est pas pour eux | ||
| + | Limoges - Limoges - Reste à ceux | ||
| + | Reste à ceux qui ont compris | ||
| + | Où sont vraiment...les ennemis | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Enchaîné ==== | ||
| + | L’école, tu | ||
| + | n’aimais pas ça | ||
| + | L’éducation ? Non, pas pour toi | ||
| + | Ton milieu, c’était la rue | ||
| + | La vie, la vraie, rien de plus | ||
| + | Tu vivais avec tes potes | ||
| + | Non, la galère, c’est pas la honte | ||
| + | Mais un jour t’en as eu marre | ||
| + | Tu voulais pas finir comme ça | ||
| + | |||
| + | Quitte à connaître la crasse | ||
| + | T’as voulu voir la working class | ||
| + | Lueur d’espoir sur ta grise mine | ||
| + | T’as embauché à l’usine | ||
| + | Vêtu de bleu, t’es ouvrier | ||
| + | La tête pleine de préjugés | ||
| + | T’as réussi et tu es fier | ||
| + | Bienvenue sur la chaîne | ||
| + | |||
| + | Ta culture, ils connaissent pas | ||
| + | Pourquoi en parler, pourquoi s’énerver | ||
| + | Les syndicats, tu n’y crois pas | ||
| + | Pourquoi adhérer, pourquoi s’enchaîner ? | ||
| + | Le patronat se fout de toi | ||
| + | Pourquoi le respecter, pourquoi s’abaisser ? | ||
| + | Tu vas transpirer, tu vas payer | ||
| + | Pourquoi continuer, pourquoi continuer | ||
| + | |||
| + | T’as voulu voir, t’es rassuré | ||
| + | Tu n’es là que pour trimer | ||
| + | Rapporter et produire plus | ||
| + | La fatigue pour tout bonus | ||
| + | Courbé du matin au soir | ||
| + | Non, pas de lueur d’espoir | ||
| + | Courbé du matin au soir | ||
| + | Non, pas de lueur d’espoir | ||