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Praise Your Fist
02:33
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Now it’s fateful time
Now it’s fateful time
Get prepared to mobilize
Now it’s crucial stage
Now it’s crucial stage
And it never really ends
All our foes, they are real:
Junta, west and soulless queers
To be clear, let’s call them fascists
Don’t you think they are pleased
With how we got up off our knees
While their values become rotten
Rotten!
We’re not paranoid
We’re not paranoid
Just keeping hope up for this world
If not us, then who?
If not us, then who?
We’re the light that’s shining through
Put your rigged stats aside
Dare you not to doubt the fact
We’re among the greatest powers
Force your sins up our heads
But we are wise enough ourselves
We know how to count our columns
Columns!
We spit upon human lives
With our messianic vibe
Enriching soil for tomorrow
From of old it’s our thing
To be the best in thinking big
Maybe someday we’ll think smaller
Smaller!
Smaller!
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Expressing the will of their generous voters
They pass legislation, prescribe dos and don’ts
But somehow the don’ts serve as prevalent option
“It will come to no good” – the motto they hold
So many things left to protect
So many freedoms to neglect
Focus on dangers, not on growth
Prevent the change of status quo
With permanent need to reveal something sacred
Like the lives of our children or our grandfathers deaths
They almost forget how to deal with the present
But never afraid to prohibit and ban
Sometimes they swear, sometimes they sing
All in the name of our well-being
Their foremost liability
Is to maintain stability
Hangout of crooks and unanimous puppets
Nana, nana
Competence rests, while servility flashes
Nana, nana
Nana, nana
Nana, nana!
Some do facepalms and laugh through tears
But most of the public is buying this
There’s no stop button to be pressed
So count me out, I guess!
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Co-protest
02:56
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Society is so crummy
It can’t get any worse
There is no point in posing threats
We sit and watch it rot
They say punk-rock should wake up
The careless souls from sleep
Well, if our voices (are) not that loud
We still can live with it
I’d say the self-fulfillment
Is what it comes down to
We do our best to do our best
And see if it goes through
I won’t lie to you
There are days when I
Have an urge to stop and to draw the line
But the joy that comes
From these silly bits
Makes us carry on, for some time at least
We use a foreign language
To make our message clear
Perhaps it’s not the best decision
But frankly it just fits
We’re not obsessed with touring
(We) don’t do a lot of shows
Just hope that bunch of decent people
(will) Appreciate the songs
Our friends have warned us:
“You’ll be a Myspace band”
But now it’s clear that they were wrong
Since we’re not Myspace band
I won’t lie to you
There are days when I
Have an urge to stop and to draw the line
But the joy that comes
From these silly bits
Makes us carry on, for some time at least
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4. |
Some Dreams Are
02:01
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Some dreams are really worth dreaming
Some dreams should have deeper meaning
Some dreams are more real than the other
But I want to hold a koala
My mom thinks (that) I should be driving
My dad sees my business as thriving
My girl tries to make me love flowers
But I want to hold a koala
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Walking down the street I’m all alone
Lots of people are running by, I don’t wanna see them
The best song ever makes me sing along
I’m deaf and blind to the world around me
But suddenly next second
I met gaze I met the gaze
I met the gaze of that gigantic metal face
It was so close I almost cried
And in a blink my whole life flashed before my eyes
It doesn’t matter what you listen to: Slayer or Green Day
Just don’t play your air guitar near the tramway
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6. |
Complicated Man
01:41
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I’ve never been a stranger to a healthy cynicism
To get ideas into shape
I sipped big words
Then looked around
Unmasking lies that sounded great
But lately I don’t see the gap between sublime ideals
And sorrowful reality
In new worldview
That they construct
Sublime ideals are dismissed
They make me choose
Between ours and theirs
But I am used to choose between
The good things and the bad
I guess I’m just a complicated man
What kind of future will we get if we will let it spread?
What kind of offspring we will grow?
Dead-hearted pricks
With self-conceit
And great distaste to the unknown
I’d rather watch how some heroic and inflated speech
Produces one-percent effect
Than see them use
Some lame excuse
For shameful fellow-countrymen
They make me choose
Between ours and theirs
But I am used to choose between
The right things and the wrong
I guess I’m just a complicated man
It gets easier
To go berserk
Our moral compass has been lost
Somewhere along the way
I hope it’s not too late to make it work
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Morons
02:48
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I hear them everyday
Their ringing voices strike me with dismay
Reflections are lost in arrogant shouting
When sense of shame is gone
And virtue number one is to belong
This miserable sight is hardly surprising
I’m stuck inside the largest granfalloon
And can’t get out
Unable to pretend that it’s alright with all this rot around me
Everyday reveals the new recruits
And volunteers
Awakened to defend this nonsense joining their delusive army
Of morons
They let the reason rest
Relying on their feelings to detest
Any idea departing from mainstream
Time after time they fail
To look into a matter in detail
But raving applause will make reparations
I’m stuck inside the largest granfalloon
And can’t get out
Unable to pretend that it’s alright with all this rot around me
Everyday reveals the new recruits
And volunteers
Awakened to defend this nonsense joining their delusive army
(Of morons)
Falling – we’re falling
Falling – we’re falling
Falling – we’re falling
Falling – we’re falling
Down, we’re falling down.
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8. |
Make It Wide
03:32
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To mark this year you use a goat
But per my own horoscope
It’s the year of mental discipline
The only promises I break
Are those I’ve given to myself
This pity pattern must be changed
“Life is what you make it, friend” -
The phrase we always hear from honored men
But still I somewhat hesitate
Waiting for a sign to go ahead
From now on it’s willpower
No reliance on a stupid luck
Don’t know if I’ll make it long
So why not take a chance and make it wide?
Now all these deep and clever thoughts
Which gurus tried to get across
Become a dead weight for my brain
They sit around collecting dust
And hint that action is a must
If otherwise it’s all the same
“Life is what you make it, friend” -
The phrase we always hear from honored men
But still I somewhat hesitate
Waiting for a sign to go ahead
From now on it’s willpower
No reliance on a stupid luck
Don’t know if I’ll make it long
So why not take a chance and make it wide?
I know who I am, I know what I have and I know what I want
It should be enough to smash every hardship the fate will unfold
A whole lot of awesome impressions and places that I’ve never seen
Are waiting for me… waiting for me…waiting for me!
“Life is what you make it, friend”
The phrase we always hear from honored men
But still I somewhat hesitate
Waiting for a sign to go ahead
From now on it’s willpower
No reliance on a stupid luck
Don’t know if I’ll make it long
So why not take a chance and make it wide?
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When Silence Brings Pain
01:53
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There's no chance that I will talk to you
There's no reason but I want to
There's no real fucking chance that I will ever talk to you
It could be us, but I'm still on my own
There's no hanging on the telephone
I try to friend you but I can’t, since your account is always closed
I'm writing letters one by one
Feeling so dumb
Cause you'll never read them
Watching sitcoms for advice
'bout building paradise
But I'll never talk to you
Never talk you
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Always Late
04:38
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Morning arrives, beam of sunlight wakens up my eyes,
Shades on the floor dancing to the chants of birds
So I decide to stay in bed for some time
Spreading my ear through the house all around
Imbibing the sounds
I hear the footsteps of my dad
Some tiny words of my grandma
This simple scene has no flaws, none at all
If only I could pay attention
We’re always late
To understand
How good it was
The moment’s gone
Wish we knew how to feel all the joy of the present
With the same tenderness as if it has become the past
Pleasing my eyes with this steamy glass of dry rosé
I reminisce about the days we spent in Greece
Embraced by the sun, guarded by the greenest mountain tops
Charmed by the sea and cranky stems of olive trees
It comes back to me
That gentle touch of evening breeze
That pleasant buzz in our taverna
We had no duties left except to smell and taste
And save impressions to remember
We're always late
To concentrate
On how good it was
The moment is gone
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Shitten Shepherd
02:23
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Still you draw on someone to show you the way (someone else)
But someone else is too tied up to step into your shoes
I don’t mean it’s a cakewalk
We deal with crazy world
But as your life’s single owner
You have to take control
When the times are getting tough
Stick to all the things you love
All the nerve cells you have lost along the way are gone forever
All the tears that you have cried out could’ve filled the Baltic sea
Each mistake is a lesson
Not the sign of wreck
Don’t give up, keep on searching
You’ll find it in the end
When the times are getting tough
Stick to all the things you love
Bear with the lightness of your being
Don’t bother if you don’t catch what it means
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Granfalloon
03:21
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Exceptional, unique, beyond compare
One only, stand alone, unparalleled.
“You will not grasp our country with your mind”
It seems to me the poet said it right
Land of hope and glory and irrationality
The last one would be fine but why it’s always negative?
Time after time
We bury all our chances
For building something decent and profound
We just pretend
That we’ve got all the answers
Too bad our cheat sheet is nowhere to be found
Try to tell the bitter truth, reflect on what you see
And you’ll become some kind of “phobe”, a public enemy
We are the best
Cause we have our traditions
Traditions we have kept for many years
We take our pride
In the mere fact that we have them
It’s not important what they really mean
Mentality is based on two extremes
There’re only absolutes and heresies
Just black & white and nothing in between
An elementary yet effective scheme
When you deal with audience but not society
Don’t expect the people to display their skepticism
Keep saying “we”
And generate new dogmas
Approved by widely known authorities
If you insist
Like winking they will follow
Cause you’re the one who’s always on TV
I often hear them say
It has always been that way
We’ve always set the tone
In terms of holy souls
But my sharp eyes exist
For twenty seven years
And I haven’t witnessed it
I haven’t witnessed it!
I’m willing to admit
I see the opposite
The bar is moved downwards
The end is getting close
And I don’t think
I’ll ever have an answer
To the question about who should take the blame:
The ones who set
The limits to restrain us
Or those who are content with squalor we sustain
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Jet Packs город Владимир, Russian Federation
Our friends have warned us:
“You’ll be a Myspace band”
But now it’s clear that they were wrong
Since we’re not Myspace band
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