Punk?

Punkisti, Punkeri (punks in lb. engleza)… sau cum le mai spun unii, golani, derbedei, etc. Tot felul de descrieri si nume pentru ei, pe care ei le-au acceptat cu drag, pentru ca nu vedeau nimic in rau in asta.

Punkerii au fost de multe feluri, cum au fost si rockeri si metalisti si houseri si… mari compozitori de opera clasica. Fiecare gen a avut idiotii lui si geniile lui.

Insa la baza punk-ului, cel putin la inceputuri atunci cand s-a nascut, avea un mesaj clar, antisocial, dar (atentie!) argumentat… bine de tot!

Cum spuneam mai sus, au existat si inca exista imbecili care intra in termenul-umbrela de punk (fiindca sunt multe stiluri de punk si diverse ideologii in acestea), insa cum nu-i bine sa bagi in seama idiotul, mai bine hai sa ne uitam putin la cei mai sclipitori din ei, fiindca avem, zic eu, multe de invatat si inteles de la ei.

Nu voi intra in detalii. Desi am multe informatii, nu ma consider un mare cunoscator al stilului, sunt oameni care ar putea scrie mai bine despre asta (istoria punkului, ideologiile, miscarile, etc.). Oricum si aceasta postare este scrisa in graba, dar vreau sa va atrag atentia asupra unor versuri care sper sa va puna putin pe ganduri. Exemple ar putea fi foarte multe, acum mi-au venit in minte doua din ele. Una din generatia noua si una din generatia veche de punk. Oh, nu va place stilul punk? Nu-i nimic. Am lasat o a treia piesa la sfarsit, care ar trebui sa va placa (daca nu, va rog sa nu mai urmariti acest blog).

Daca nu stiti limba Engleza, ati putea sa incepeti sa o invatati, daca tot va plangeti ca va plictisiti in perioada de carantina.

Pun piesa si sub piesa pun versurile

You’ve gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That’s shit!
There’s a Gulf War vet, dying a slow, cold death
And the government says, “We don’t know the source of his sickness.”
But don’t believe what they say, because your government is lying
They’ve done it before and don’t you know they’ll do it again
A secret test, government built virus
“Subject Test Group: Gulf Battle Field Troops”
You’ve gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That’s shit!
First World War veterans slaughtered, by General Eisenhower
You give them your life, they give you a stab in the back
Radiation, agent orange, tested on US souls
Guinea pigs for Western corporations
I never have, I never will
Pledge allegiance to their flag
You’re getting used, you’ll end up dead!
You’ve gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That’s shit!
I don’t need you to tell me what to do
And I don’t need you to tell me what to be… FUCK YOU!
I don’t need you to tell me what to say
And I don’t need you to tell me what to think! What to think!
What to think, what to think, what to think, think, think, think!
You’ve gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That’s shit!

Fuck the politically minded, here’s something I want to say,
About the state of nation, the way it treats us today.
At school they give you shit, drop you in the pit,
You try, you try, you try to get out, but you can’t because they’ve fucked you about.
Then you’re a prime example of how they must not be,
This is just a sample of what they’ve done to you and me.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they fucking do.

Don’t want me anymore, cos I threw it on the floor.
Used to call me sweet thing, I’m nobody’s plaything,
And now that I am different, you’d love to bust my head,
You’d love to see me cop-out, love to see me dead.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they fucking do.

The living that is owed to me I’m never going to get,
They’ve buggered this old world up, up to their necks in debt.
They’d give you a lobotomy for something you ain’t done,
They’ll make you an epitomy of everything that’s wrong.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they fucking do.

Don’t take any notice of what the public think,
They’re so hyped up with T.V., they just don’t want to think.
They’ll use you as a target for demands and for advice,
When you don’t want to hear it they’ll say you’re full of vice.

Do they owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they do, of course they do.
Owe us a living?
Of course they fucking do.

BONUS:

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
‘Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
‘Til you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function, you’re so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and T.V.
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me