The Shape of Punk to Come: A Chimerical Bombination in 12 Bursts
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Worms of the Senses / Faculties of the Skull
07 : 07
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Liberation Frequency
04 : 08
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The Deadly Rhythm
03 : 36
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Summerholidays vs. Punkroutine
04 : 03
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Bruitist Pome #5
01 : 27
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New Noise
05 : 10
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The Refused Party Program
02 : 40
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Protest Song â68
04 : 34
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Refused Are Fuckin Dead
05 : 10
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The Shape of Punk to Come
05 : 08
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TannhÀuser / DerivÚ
08 : 09
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The Apollo Programme Was a Hoax
04 : 16
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Track Lyrics
Protest Song â68 Lyrics
[Intro]
"To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs And a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is that I want to sing. Then this is the song I'm singing."
[Verse 1]
I breathe in and I create
Re-woke the spirit of '68
Fresh meaning to torn ideas
Let's bring life to old clichés
Punch a hole in tradition
Yeah, let's listen
To the songs of discontent
To the chords and the movement
To the chords and the movement
[Spoken]
It could all be so simple
We would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracy
Our jaws would hurt from dropping
So hard, fast and unexpectedly
It would be the perfect metaphor
It would be the perfect song we'd be singing
[Verse 2]
I breathe out and I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream
Inspiration from the past
Focus to the future at last
Fixed dogmas can't substitute
Creative thoughts and action
[Spoken]
We could be dangerous
Art as a real threat
[Bridge]
And all it is is words
Words said a million times before
And all it is is a song
A song sung a million times before
[Verse 3]
I breathe in and I create
Rewoke the spirit, '68
I breathe out and I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream
Refused Are Fuckin Dead Lyrics
6 ContributorsRefused Are Fucking Dead LyricsâRefused Are Fuckin' Deadâ is a bit of a prophetic song for Refused. Although the song has a different meaning, the literal meaning would soon come true.
Refused broke up a few months after the recordâs⊠Read More Beyond ability and control
We could be weekend lovers
Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase
Parole for our revolution
Whispered all across the street about the-
About the new cool call
Or screamed at your face
Like a scab's payroll
Faces like angels
Lick our fingertips
We don't have the patience
To deal with it
With battered bodies
And puckered lips
We don't have the patience
To deal with it
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
Faces like angels
Lick our fingertips
We don't have the patience
To deal with it
With battered bodies
And puckered lips
We don't have the patience
To deal with it
Yeah!
Can I get a witness?
Go, this I gotta see
Bring it in, bring it in, bring it in
One more time for me, go
Can I get a witness?
Bring it in, bring it in, bring it in
One more time for me, go
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
Get down
Get down
Listen to him
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in a loud and fashionable way
The Shape of Punk to Come Lyrics
6 ContributorsThe Shape of Punk to Come LyricsHey baby, never felt this good
Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could
Take a bite, do a dance, get lost on a crusade
Jump on this soul train for destination unknown
We're all dressed up
We got nowhere to go
All dressed up with nowhere to go
I told you so
I told you so
We're all dressed up
We got nowhere to go
All dressed up
I told you so
I told you so
I told you so
Hey baby, never felt this free
A pair of new shoes and a punk rock show to see
Give acclamation to these blue ribbon babies
And check the calendar for the expiration date
We've all been bitten
We've all been underground
We've all been beaten, battered, bruised
Told to get down
We all been bitten
We all been shut down
We all been beaten, battered, bruised
Told to get down
Down, down, down, down
We're all dressed up
We got nowhere to go
All dressed up with nowhere to go
I told you so
I told you so
We're all dressed up
We got nowhere to go
All dressed up
I told you so
I told you so
I told you so
Adolescent beats with a new thing to see
Smashed guitars just like you've seen on TV
With burning speakers and with flaming hair
We'll have a riot right here
We'll have a riot right here
The Apollo Programme Was a Hoax Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Petrol bombs and barricades
Anything to have our say
Consequence of no choice at all
Empires rise and empires fall
Now its time to flip some coins
And it's time to turn some tables
[Verse 2]
Cause if we have the vision I know that we are able
Suck on my words for a while, choke in the truth of a million dead
There is no prestige in your title, we are after your head
The destruction of everything is the beginning of something new
Your new world is on fire and soon you'll be too
[Outro]
Sabotage will set us free
Throw a rock in the machine
Sabotage will set us free
Throw a rock in the machine
Throw a rock in the machine
Throw a rock in the machine