COLLEGE HARDCORE - KNOWLEDGE IS POWER.

Ferdgie Le Lopatiere Ferage - bubne, kravský zvonec, luntošinky, Tullamore Gyor, chemická informatika

Tom D. Stroyer - kontrabas, brada, škaredé metalové vokále, rum, ničí veci, post-akademické žvásty

Andrew Moe Ron - spev, balalajka, insomnia, blbosti, nechutné fóry, stres, akademické žvásty

 Attila (The New Guy) - gitara, vox, ATM, lietadielka, foriky

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REGRET

 

So many things I would like you to know

And this is my chance

My time ran out, please give me some more

My failures to retrace

So many things

You're allowed to hate me for

And I don't think I can

Make it up to you anymore

And now I may forsake everyone

But you

 

Now I do wonder if you're doing just fine

At least that's what I've heard

Audtition's bliss, vision's breaking my heart

Will fate be involved?

And our paths

Will they ever cross again?

Or will our memories

Fade into blur parallel?

I'm not sure if I

Want to know at all

 

I always promised to write you a song

Now I did, but the circumstances changed

Inspiration' s gone

I took the stance of a foe

With everyone to blame

 

Everytime we're breaking up

Im my mind when I'm all by myself

And no one's here to help

 

Father

These kids who never been taught

Now standing all alone

Their fate in hands of no one

And not even their own

 

All those plain lies

Disloyal nights

Redundant fights

Turn back time

Or just let me forget

 

So many things

You're allowed to hate me for

And I don't think I can

Make it up to you anymore

And now I may forsake everyone

But you

 

Everytime we're breaking up

Im my mind when I'm all by myself

And no one's here to help

 

 

Everytime I'm all alone

Staring at my dumb telephone

As speechless as me

 

Everytime we're breaking up

Im my mind when I'm all by myself

And noone´s here to help

Noone´s here and you´re gone

 

 

 

 

 

BLOOMSBURY LOTOS EATERS

 

He saw the light

In fact a dying ember

Of higher purpose

Indigestly made

He's not the savior

No man of God

But his sermon's trusted

 

Down

Into morass of justice

Policy of

Neutrality instated

For you and me

In the terms of

Inner sedition

As we speak

 

I want it now

For you, my friend

And spread it far to

Everyone I know

Rancour,synoptically served

To all the breast-fed

Libertines nourished

By own greed and complacency

 

I´m singing out to you

And I don't need you anyway

Wave your flag of perfidy

But you my friends

From Euston Road to Holborn

What you believe

Justifies all means

 

The four-star honoured shepherd

Leads the flock

To the cay (decay)

This time the wolf's fed

And the sheep are all torn to bits

Civil disobedience has died

Restrained

Along with hearts of those who proclaimed peace

The border´s thick

 

I´m singing out to you

And I don't need you anyway

Wave your flag of perfidy

But you my friends

From Euston Road to Holborn

What you believe

Justifies all means

 

Now he's all blind

Four stars they glisten no more

Faded in his reflection he sees

In the mirror made of daring

 

Words, written by a pen

Even mightier than sword

Republicans they glance

At their own lassitude

But it's the new wind that blows

Away your self-made laws

 

 

It's all a lost war

But I'm gonna try more

Armed with my words

And thoughts of those who lost before

Every day I try to convince myself

It's worth to spread their words

In this belligerence

Take action

 

 

 

 

 

EYE FOR AN EYE AND SOON WE'LL MISS THE CANINE VISION

Semantics broke down inside of you
How come simple words sting you into pursue

Our feeling of democracy - could be better, yes, we know
But I feel hypocrisy - in your boneheaded narrations
Discriminate your fascist state - we choose how

One recipe, few solutions backing your
Faint abiding conviction being a menace to

Our feeling of democracy - could be better, yes, we know
But I feel hypocrisy - in your boneheaded narrations
Discriminate your fascist state - we choose how

Our feeling of democracy - could be better, yes, we know
But I feel hypocrisy - in your boneheaded narrations

And I'm feeling hate
Inner peace ran out of time
And I'm feeling shame
For being caucasian

And I feel like everything went wrong
Bearing so much more to overcome

And I feel like standing all between and all alone

 

HYPOTHETIC

It´s crucial
What if I
Saw through all the shades
Of my yesterday´s
Pathetic tragedies
What if I would
Break the
Walls of crassitude
I wish it´s bricks don´t hurt
Those who try to stand close to me

And I wish I´ll never hear that
"Hey friend, what´s happened to you?"
Never hear that from those in my heart

It´s so easy to build the fences
Satisfied blaming whole world
Too proud to look inside
And catch my light
In the process of perfection
Subversion vaporized

And I wish I´ll never hear that
"Hey friend, what´s happened to you?"
Never hear that from those in my heart

 

WE SHARE THE SAME HASH BROWNIE AND A GLASS OF FOUL WINE

Got no piercings
Our skin does not possess tattoos at all
Our roadies are way cooler and we all
Hope that you'll get bored

By our flimsy attempts to amuse you  
In fact that's not our point, there is no use

We're the messengers of peace and unity
In the hardcore punk community
There's nothing we don' t give
A fuck about
Our scene and politics
Global threats, war on fascists
But most important
Have fun all the way to hell


Together we stand small
Against all odds and we conceived our masterplan
Don't give a shit if we fall, anyway,
Who takes advices from a band?
(Feeling so uneasy)

About the lack of proper drive
In our music and missing style
You say punkrock's not our bussiness, but
We've been living it for a while

Same utopia
Same shared taste of sour reality
Self-created dissent
Against the sweet victory


We're the messengers of peace and unity
In the hardcore punk community
There's nothing we don' t give
A fuck about
Our scene and politics
Global threats, war on fascists
But most important
Have fun all the way to hell

 

STAND

I..m sleeping long enough
To miss the rush hour in it..s best
Waking up to afternoon
Evening..s not so far away
Having enough of bitching of my mom
The sun is high and I..m feeling
Much like in some cheesy song
One penny chorus lasting way too long


I will stand up
Don..t put your hands on my choices
Your fucking hands off me
Will stand for my true family
I will fill my
Emptiness out with the
Presence of my friends
I don..t care now where it ends

My girl she dumped me
And you know what? I just don..t give a damn
Heartache is an unknown term
With friends who try to understand
Never meant to be ignorant
Most of the time staying sober
But sometimes it..s getting old to
Fit into this daily misery

Maybe I just recognized myself
Glued together my schizophrenic me
I..ll go down in history
With who I used to be
And great people around me