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Obě strany jedné mince
Moje drahá....
koupím kytku
na každý den dárek
budeš mě milovat
zahrneš mě péčí
z toho tě nic nevyléčí
romantiku jako kýč
beru jako klíč
k tvému srdci.....
Jsme ten nejhezčí pár
máš to už za pár
rajská svatba
rodinný dům a děti
až blaženě je ti
Jak dlouho to potrvá?
varování neslyšelas.....
...proč taky?
Ženo má!Kam jdeš? Nejdeš!
Ženo má!Kamarádky? Nemáš!
Ženo má! Tvá rodina?Ne!
Rád tě mám jenom já
zákazy
morální nákazy
na duši kazy
samota
duševní nahota
A máme tu výročí
někdo tu otročí
hádky pro blbost
samá zloba samá zlost
pro facku nejde daleko
spokojenost jen na oko
planeta teror
společenský eror
chceš utéct....
manžel se směje
ty odejít nedokážeš.....
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100 days - living in this hell
100 more - I wont be doing well
Its so hard to love the things I've got
Nothing to do - but keep on smoking pot
Listen up - I wanna see your face
For just a moment - to leave this fucking place
When all is well - and well is fucking good
We're getting high and living like we should
(Pre Chorus)
One day this will fade
All this shit will go away
Sometimes I like
To see my friends
Anti Social Summer
It was cool - to sleep all fucking day
A break from work - And lots of time to play
But I might - lose my fucking mind
No more TV - And no more weed to grind
I know im lucky - Cause others got it worse
Thats why Im home - I dont spread the curse
Maybe now - you'll use your fucking brain
So I can go out - before I go insane
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Burning the witches
Stop blaming other people and realize what you do is on you
And how come your harsh words are ok
and you don’t wanna listen to what I say
how can it be that you are not guilty
no, wake up and take responsibility
I made one mistake
The best I ever did
You say we created the monster in you
No, wake up you asshole and se what you do
How you act, what you do
There’s no one to blame here but you
No, there is no one to blame here but you.
So, stop burning the witches
You’re burning the bridges
We are not the sons of bitches
Stop, burning the witches
You’re burning the bridges
We are not the sons of bitches
stop burning the witches
You’re burning the bridges
We are not the sons of bitches
You made me cry and you made me feel so small
Now I’m stronger than ever and here I am standing tall
I try so hard to do everything right
But the only thing you wanna do is bite
You wanna see us bleed
Now, that I can see
But you will not succeed
Life is only what you want it to be
You can hate, you can spit, but you won't feel free
The bitterness poison you fill yourself with
Is of no use for no one couse hate is a myth
So, stop burning the witches
You’re burning the bridges
We are not the sons of bitches
Stop, burning the witches
You’re burning the bridges
We are not the sons of bitches
stop burning the witches
You’re burning the bridges
We are not the sons of bitches
We have to pull ourselves together and do what we feel is true
True to yourself that's really nothing else you can do
Love is the magnet that brings people together
So take on a sweater cause you can’t change the weather
Maybe one day you will see it all clear
You wont fight, you wont bite you will have no fear
The truth is right up in your face
So take a step back and walk out of your haze.
So, stop burning the witches
You’re burning the bridges
We are not the sons of bitches
Stop, burning the witches
You’re burning the bridges
We are not the sons of bitches
stop burning the witches
You’re burning the bridges
We are not the sons of bitches
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THE RED OF YOUR SEEDS - DEUFORIA
A century with blindfolds letting this fucking empire of evil and all its brutality advance. The sowing of terror. Your sowing of the death, evokes our rage. Your sow of misery, evoke our rage! When we thought we had seen the worst of you, You try to kill us with seeds conspired by power. Our corrupted land, sold to disastrous merchants of evil. Thousands of lives fertilize usurped, your crops stained of red. The red that I hope you regret for the rest of your days.
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Two red lines on a nylon shirt on polyester cotton when we flu it round the world
on stitch fabric whiter thank the cliffs of dover
Regretting is in his eyes when he stumbles through his fate like every other fucker that joined his cruasade tommy went down now its time that he bent over
what did it mean to me? it used to mean so much to me while your inside please take your rotting time to tell your fan club to never ever
Bring their kids on the march for england unless they want them covered in our piss, don't be silly would you really let me me walk into your house and take a piss on your kids
Born and raised he was a scrote from luton town starting selling sniff to get his feet up off the ground then he got praised to rule the streets islamophobic hate back'd by bobby's on his beat he loves em. Shariah Tommmy wheres your burqa lad come on? put it on
What did it mean to me?
What does it mean to you?
Two red lines
O Tommy robinson what flavour milkshake landed on your face bukkake
O Tommy robinson your mind is a xenophobic place
When your dead Tommy Robinson some wankers will salute your fucking grave and they might say
what did it mean to me? it used to mean so much to me while your inside please take your rotting time to tell your fan club to tell their grandkids to never ever
Bring their kids on the march for england unless they want them covered in our piss, don't be silly would you really let me me walk into your gaf make a cup of tea and piss on your kids
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Fuse - Of The Leash
01:32
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That’s it, pretentious
I’m over getting pulled
By the leash that’s meant for you
Do something good instead of barking
Through the night
With your alphas
Destroying for your own avail
It’s pushing me away
This is for us
Call my shots
This is for us
I will stand my ground
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No justice, no peace
No place for you and me
No justice, no peace
And that’s the way it’s gonna be
For every school you privatise
We’re one step closer to our demise
This development is fucking shit
And all resistance feels so futile
When will machinery, production in society, be controlled by those who work the factories?
Fill the streets with dead police
Don’t kill yourself just to live
Don’t work your life away to make ends meet
Refuse to dance to their beat
There’ll be no justice as long resources are divided in unequal proportions globally
You ask when will this stop
The riots, the violence, the hatred for cops
The squatting, the dancing, the drinking, the shouting
I’m not sure, but I’m telling you one thing -
NO JUSTICE - NO PEACE
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If you stand on the wrong side.
If you walk around the city late at night
Man in blue gives out bitter sweets
Street judge and his statutes.
Cure for maintaining democracy.
Your perverted ideology.
Money from our taxes.
To buy guns clips.
Ref.
No more, no police fashion.
damn it identificacion
no thanks for hitting on demonstrations
repression and victimization
All officers are repulsive racists.
Cry memories still persists.
About violent squad.
On the tv silent mode.
Ref.
No more, no police fashion.
damn it identificacion
no thanks for hitting on demonstrations
repression and victimization
Shot, shot, shot for better day.
Take down cop and CIA.
Out, out, out Police state.
Now, now now left-wing escape.
Ref.
No more, no police fashion.
damn it identificacion
no thanks for hitting on demonstrations
repression and victimization
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Neviditelné mříže
Nadějný pohled obratem zbledne, zařezává se hloubš
včera i dneska, není kam utéct, facka je násilí spoušť
Brekem se dusí, klečí na kolenou
Krví zbrocenou tvář slzy neumyjou
Na venek úsměv, uvnitř umírá
Tvůj domov tvým vězením jest
Hnijící pach úzkosti, v níž tyran je králem
Bolavé rány, zuřivý řev, je trýzní nekonečnou
Výkřiky do šedé ulice zůstávají bez odezvy
INVISIBLE BARS
The hopeful look immediately fades, it only cuts deeper
Yesterday and today, there is nowhere to run, slap is the trigger of violence
choked by crying, down on her knees
Tears won't wash the blood-stained face
Smiling on the outside, dying on the inside
Your home is your prison
The rotting smell of anxiety in which the tyrant is the king
The aching wounds and furious roar are endless torment
Shouts into the gray street remain unanswered
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Your syncopated footsteps are driving me insane
Every voice that isn’t yours drills a hole into my brain
I’ve been grinding my teeth away
Head full of ideas in total disarray
I tell myself that it’s alright
But still I’m staying in tonight
Sifting through this debris
What the hell is wrong with me
When you stare into a mirror its a person from the past
Choices and mistakes turn to regrets all too fast
This is hopeless, the problem’s multiplying
I’m going nowhere and I’m not even trying
I’ve got everything in order but it just doesn’t last
Broadcasting insecurities from a struggling outcast
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Pěst plná hněvu
Kdy to skončí jen?
Všechna tahle zlost.
Kolik ještě chceš,
kulek vystřelit?
Kolik válek?
Kolik bojů?
Kolik zbraní?
Kolik ještě?
Fist full of anger
When will it be over?
All this hatered.
How many more,
Bullets you wanna shoot?
How many wars?
How many battles?
How many weapons?
How many more?
Co je za strážníka, probléme?
Nudnej život
Nudný práva
Chorá mysl
Prázdná hlava
Policejní brutalita
Kompenzace na jiných
Je mi tak líto tvejch malejch ambicí.
Ty nemáš svědomí.
What seems to be the officer, problem?
Boring life
Boring rights
Ill mind
Empty mind
Police brutality
Compensation on others.
I feel so sorry for your small ambitions.
You have no conscience.
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Těžká práce ve fabrice
Ruce trhá, mozek tupí!
Výmluvná to definice?
Ale žena těžce trpí!
DOMA V KONCENTÁKU
Mužíček teď doma sedí
Pivo pije, večeří
Žena běhá, obskakuje
On ji pěstí udeří
V bezvědomí tiše leží
Ze zadu k ní přikročí
A pak rychle zvedne sukni
Surově ji znásilní
DOMA V KONCENTRÁKU
Přidušená, vyděšená
V bolestech teď procitá
Postaví se zatne zuby
Hořké slzy polyká
Necítí se jako člověk
Vždyť to jenom vězeň je
Přines tamto ukliď tohle
A na konci provaz je!
Kolik ještě ti barbaři
Zmaří lidských životů
Koncentráky nezmizely
Jen zabíjí potichu…
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Petrol Girls - Big Mouth
04:04
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Voices of the marginalised
Tolerated if we remain quiet
Bodies of the marginalised
Tolerated under their control
Voices of the marginalised
Tolerated if we remain quiet
Bodies of the marginalised
Tolerated
Tolerated!
I’m raising my voice louder
It carries me beyond their walls
Our silence will not save us
They can’t contain they can’t control
They can’t control
Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard
But I think UP YOURS 1,2,3,4
Keep your voice down
Know your place
Bite your tongue
You best behave
Keep your head down
Stay in line
Keep your mouth shut
With a lovely smile
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Postea - Popros Bestii
05:12
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Zpátky ještě se nedíváš
Čáry na nebe kreslíš
Legální omamný látky
V konečcích ještě tě nezebe
Největším darem je slovo
Podej mi ruku a vstaň
Na nebi přibývá čar
Slovo je nejhorší zbraň
Čtyři oči – čtyři stěny
Ptačí nářek v dešti
Sny zůstaly uvězněny
Někomu to stačí
Sny a čáry, rýhy v poli
Jizvy – dcery vzpomínek
Do všech ranek trochu soli
Slyším první pramínek
Sny a čáry, nebe v hlavě
Hejna ptáků uvězněna
Sama k sobě vyčítavě
Navždy jiná, navždy stejná
Sny a hračky, rýhy, oči
Nepochopitelné hlasy
Ticho nám je přetlumočí
Z moře hrůzy, z moře krásy
Omnis mundi kreatura
Quasi liber et pictura
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English - Please the Beast
You aren’t looking back yet
Lines are being painted in the sky
Legal narcotic substances
Still no freezing in your fingertips
The biggest gift is a word
Give me your hand and stand up
Lines in the sky start to appear
A word is the worst weapon
Four eyes - four walls
Birds’ lament in rain
Dreams are left imprisoned
For some this is enough
Dreams and lines, furrows in the field
Scars - daughters of memories
A little salt to every wound
I can hear the first springlet
Dreams and lines, sky inside the head
Flocks of birds imprisoned
She to herself accusingly
Forever different, forever the same
Dreams and toys, furrows, and eyes
Incomprehensible voices
Silence will interpret these for us
From the sea of horror, from the sea of beauty
Omnis mundi kreatura
Quasi liber et pictura
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Tides Denied - Iron Age
01:45
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IRON AGE
KE HAS CLEARED BUT THE ICE HASN’T MELTED YET
UNCERTAINTY IS BREATHING DOWN OUR NECKS
ARE WE OUT OF REACH
THE SMOOR IN THE THICK OF THINGS?
STILL RUNNING AWAY OR FACING UP TO IT
THE RETURN OF THE IRON AGE
STAY ALERT AND STAY AWAKE
LOSING TOUCH, WE’RE FALLING DOWN
HEADING TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN
THE STRUGGLE FOR UNLIMITED MIGHT
DIDN’T LOSE IT’S FIRE INSIDE
HISTORY DIDN’T COME TO AN END
IT’S REINVENTING ITSELF AGAIN AND AGAIN
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ZSK - Riot Radio
02:59
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Take a look at you
Take a look at Chiapas Mexico
You only see, what they want us to see
You only know, what they want us to know
But this is war!
These are the people with no rights
Part of the slaves of globalisation
Killed by right wing groups and oppressed by the state
The armed conflict is their last resort
What we need a is voice for voiceless – a riot radio
Come on and make your choices join the riot radio
Riot Radio
Riot Radio
You gotta understand
The Zapatistas didn't want no war
Pressed by the question weather to die
Or to take a gun in your hand
What would you do?
What we need a is voice for voiceless – a riot radio
Come on and make your choices join the riot radio
We are doing this song, cause it is important to us
To see you get involved and active!
Riot, Riot, Riot, Riot Radio
Riot, Riot, Riot, Riot Radio
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