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GET STRAIGHT A straight-edge song?!? No! Getting straight stands here for getting your shit together and not bothering other people with your shitty complaints . . . Don't bother me! Life ain't so hard If you Get your shit straight SLAM BRIGADE Not a song 'bout what some people wanna call "slammers" . . . just a song 'bout stupid behavings at shows . . . When I'm out there at a show Just wanna enjoy myself But when I see what's going on Think I'd better stayed at home Slam Brigade - We're out for fun Slam Brigade - Don't hurt no one Slam Brigade - Fun for everyone Slam Brigade - You are not the only one Starting fights out in the pit What'cha trying to prove with it? Everyone's a right for fun 'Cuz you are not the only one I'm not here for telling you What is wrong or what is right But violent dancing ain't so cool And we don't like to fight NAZI YOUTH The way we mean it, "Nazi Youth" is not only an expression for the once again appearing fascism amongst young people, but that also any form of group-mentality endangers individuality! It's back again peer pressure shits Attracting all the lonesome kids Members of the holy church Even for the dumbest jerks It don't matter how dull's a brain Just conform and play their game Diversity is in the sink Join a gang and stop to think Nazi Youth - Associated kids Nazi Youth - Fascist fellowships Community in uniforms Stand in line, fit in norms Taking pride in affliiation That makes up for all frustration Afraid of individuality Life is easy in conformity Need a flock just like sheep Start to think or stay a creep STAY AWARE Sounds like one of those typical "positive songs" eh?! You're right, it is! But it's also critical on that point . . . It's not a joke, it's not a gag It's not another fashion fad 'Cause what I want and what I feel I know that it is fucking real But if peer pressure's all your drive I don't care 'cause I'm alive More than a rage of salad days And then conforming on your future ways My eyes can see - my mind is clear My brains are free - I stay aware It's not another trendy trip The latest thing of being hip There's something more in consciousness It's preasure, fun and more than this The media, drugs and politics They are the means of influence They're aiming out for a possession In a brainless state of obsession SAUERKRAUTS O.K., musically this one's a ripoff of Armin's favorite band - but lyrically we changed itto a serious statement 'bout Germany's cultural decay . . . Sauerkrauts - Yankee bizniz comin' our way Sauerkrauts - Lost our culture anyway Sauerkrauts - Since WWII it's gone away Sauerkrauts - But still we stay Sauerkrauts! TRAPPED IN LABELS You know about all that bullshit, people claiming to tell you what punk is really about, etc. . . . She says: "I know what it's all about Hanging out with your crowd These are kids that hate the state Drink and smoke and getting laid Got no jobs, got no ambitions Egotism is your condition Without concern there is no trust" But hey girl, I say you are just Trapped in labels He says: "We have to unite All the punkers on one side Hippies, skinheads, they're all shit Their attitude just doesn't fit We're the ones to know what's right Fuck the system, start to fight Only punkers we can trust" But hey dude, I say you are just Trapped in labels JOIN OUR CREW What, one of those "positive & united scene" lyrics?!? Not exactly, it's only about "Hardcore" (or whatever you wanna call it) to us is more than just another fock-fad!!! Know what I mean . . . ?!? Join - Our - Crew Don't you know it's not just music Can't you see there's more to it Don't you know the world is sick Won't you help to change a bit Join our crew Cool sound, poor attitude That just sucks Communicate'n'having fun We're not out for bucks Don't need no heroes Don't need no stars Don't need no suckers on the stage It's more than entertainment It's social rage You and me, me and you - Join our crew All for one, one for all - Join our crew More than music Don't you know it It's an outlook Can't you see it NOTHING LASTS FOREVER The longer things have come, the more they lose their original energy. Then you stick to it because it's become a habit to you - but there's no use in carrying on if it doesn't come from the heart! All things are starting out Fresh, bright and feeling proud But curses come with time No way to avoid decline The longer we have come The more the spirit's gone And any next decision May cauuse just more division Though you want things to stay You can see there's no way We are forced to admit Realize and deal with it We are stuck, a deadend street Grinding hard - we don't need Consistence, it falls apart Another aim, another start When there will be the time We have to draw the line Nothing lasts forever No things last forever |
FAST/LOUD There's people saying: "I really like Punkrock a lot, but you guys just sound like noise to me . . ." Pretty much the same thing when years ago people said: "I don't like this Punkrock-shit . . ." Your mind works slow Your feet do so You dance and move Get into groove No raging thrash No ripping smash Not fast nor loud For mellow crowd But I'm sorry 'cos We play too fast We suck out loud GROWING UP This song's dedicated to Andy's and Petra's baby Jacqueline, born April 6th, 1985, which is a great experience and a truue delight to see how she's learning and realizing new things each day! Some people say they never will Ever have to raise a child Saying that it is no good To force them into this poor world Fighting, envy, total doom Fortune will not come their way The challenge of parential days Growing up, growing up Growing up, growing up It's up to you to teach your child That there can be a different side A step into another world Everything will have a change Opening a new dimension Of loving, caring and affection A new responsibility A total unknown cross to bear Renunciation to invest But coming back is more than that SELLING OUT Sometimes if bands change their sound (let's say they progress), people are pretty quick saying those bands wanna sell out . . . but how can they judge without knowing the persons?!? Aint' no change accepted Any growth neglected Improving and progress To your ears no access Not the number of chords they play But what they still have to say If they're aiming out for more Does not mean they lost the core Biased to the new A deadlock for you You want the same old shit Any new stuff that's just shit HEAVY METAL SUCKS O.K., see: we got as well friends in the metal-scene as in the hardcore-scene . . .so this songs's not opposed to poeple who like to listen to metal-stuff, buut to that "corporate rockism" still dominating the metal-scene, right?! Don't need that macho attitude No guitar-wanking-solo dude Songs 'bout satan, songs 'bout demons Music for the brainwashed morons Puppets of the management For any stance too ignorant Don't need no heroes on the stage Cuz rip-off stardom ain't my rage That's why I say: heavy metal sucks Bang your head 'til you're dead! LEE GOT VD Ah well, you might say this one's a rip-off or fooling . . . but actually it's an homage to the best German band . . . Lee got VD - He's no grace to see Lee got VD - we're no grace to see . . . and it's also our social-aware contribution to the AIDS-problem! CONSEQUENCES We're pretty much aware of the bad things happening in the world - so don't blame us being a "fun-band" 'cos here comes our "political song": We all know, we all see See the fate, the destiny It's so obvious, can't close our eyes Cannot be covered by all the lies We're not guilty, not to blame But sticking to our habits, Tha's the shame Leading the life of a parasite The end is collective suicide Consequences - I cannot see Consequences - What could it be? Consequences - Is there a change What are we doing for a change? We all know, we all see Do not learn from history In circles we go, errors repeat Until we end in a final defeat It's the dilemma of our habitudes Being stronger than our attitudes It's the apocalyptic dance Of neverending ignorance WHAT YOU ARE Pretty often people try to build up an image of theirs that just don't fit in with their real characters . . . sooner or later truth reveals and your friends will be disappointed quite a bit . . . Whatever you do Whatever you say No matter you act What role you play You are what you are A fake image, a fashionable attitude Just peer pressure to fit the scene But when it's coming hard on hard Pretending something that you are not The truth reveals, no covers for hiding A masquerade, you're being dropped All your friends will turn their backs Now it's too late, you played the game |