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Settling Accounts
02:06
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Heat Guns
05:13
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You get home and run out of strength
you can feel you memories burning
Heat guns till we die!
You really need the hot air guns
to release from your fuckin life
We will help you now!
We're Hairdryers doomed to madness!
We're Hairdryers, we are heat guns!
If you are trapped in your routine
if you are lost and maybe lonely
We will help you now!
But you must try to escape and fight
so you can choose a freedom road
Heat guns till we die!
You always listen noise!
We're Hairdryers doomed to madness!
We're Hairdryers, we are heat guns!
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3. |
Save the Vinyl
03:39
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Let clean your mind,
from your false convictions
You can feel the beating of chords
of the lost generation
Listen The Clash,
when Santa Claus gives you a turntable
Smash your CD's, now or never,
it's for a wankers.
We're back!
We gonna invade your shelves and nothing you'll can do
Join the time line of Punk Rock
New age of Punk Rock
Time line of Punk Rock
Save the vinyl!
We don't need your rules
We follow Punk tradition
Street Rock'n'Roll, TNT dynamite
and some cold water
Listen Ramones
or Social Distortion
If you use MP3 for Chuck Berry or Cash
you commit a crime
We're back!
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One more Lie
03:09
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Radio programme, tv and chats,
mass music, mass films,
Art market, you can choose freely.
The media lies are moving your world, mouths will keep silenced,
Eyes will keep closed.
Life will become politic propaganda.
You can think yourself without lies and big tricks
They wana hear more lies,
they wanna feel more control
They wanna see more corruption.
They wanna hear more lies.
Cause they´re one more lie.
Mass control and media lies,
monitor, control, and punish
is the slogan that they divulge.
Panopticism control your wills, it moving your world and will soon move your mind
Real violence are three words.
Monitor control and punish.
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5. |
Moments of Pain
03:22
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I hear rays and bells,
Desi is waiting for me
She draw on my skin my hopes and dreams
I have a little emotion,
is a celebration
that reminds me moments of mi life.
Moments of pain, I tell myself:
Pain is temporary, and pride is eternal like my satisfaction.
Anchors, rudders, ships
Roses, skulls, swallows
cobwebs on my elbows or my knees
When I arrive the last station (Alcudia city)
is a celebration
I can feel the tint running through my veins
Moments of pain, I tell myself:
Pain is temporary, and pride is eternal like my satisfaction.
For all my life, my tint will be alive, my boots will be kicking,
Always with pride and I don´t care to remember all moments of pain.
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Obsessions
03:55
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I´m just like in heaven when torn on my hairdryers,
their sound and heat is my force and my control.
Desire is sleepwalker and tattooed herself at night.
John is lazy and Paje is a hard farmer.
I´m just like in hell when torn on my hairdryers,
psychologists want to see me in private jail.
People call me crazy because I´m not addict to drugs like them,
I prefer to escape from reality with other things.
Go back right now. This is not for me.
Go back right now. NO! I like to be so
OBSESSIONS!!! in your broken head!
I'm kleptomaniac and I love steal in supermarkets.
I have sex with you but always I want more.
Those are my obsessions, tell me which of them are yours now.
I know that you love suicide, because you don´t like waiting for the death.
Go back right now. This is not for me.
Go back right now. NO! I like to be so
OBSESSIONS!!! in your broken head!
Welcome my psychopath mind!!
They call me mad,
in a world full of monsters, conflicts and dark inner wars
In this point the man creates their parallel world,
in a mind full of obsessions and really confused yeeh
Combat against normality!
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Common People Records Barcelona, Spain
Oi!/Punk Label & Mailorder from Barcelona (Spain).
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