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preti, arcipreti, politicanti, al punk for fun, ai mini blink 182 e a coloro che
non hanno più niente da dire e per favore: Fuori dalle palle i
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NO SUBSTANCE REVIEWS
Il disco, dalle sonorità senza dubbio diverse
rispetto al solito "stile Bad Religion" che tutti noi conosciamo porta
un aspetto innovativo a questa band particolare. Seppur molto criticato dai fan,
il disco a nostro avviso merita, iniziando subito con un buon punk rock molto
particolareggiato e tecnico delle prime tre canzoni e più precisamente siamo
rimasti molto sorpresi dall'originalità e dalle sonorità di "I don't
wanna hear it anymore", dal rock tecnico e particolareggiato di "Shades
of truth" e dai cambiamenti di tempo, tempi dispari, soli particolareggiati
di "Fantastic images".
L'aspetto tecnico viene molto curato
all'interno di tutto il disco, si passa dalla potenza del brano "The
biggest killer in american hystory" alle sonorità curiose e melodiche di
"No substance"; per quanto riguarda ancora la tecnica del disco una
nota particolare va detta per quanto riguarda il brano "Swoing at the seeds
of utopia" con cambiamenti di tempi che lasciano col fiato sospeso per
tutta la durata del brano, dando un tocco di vivacità e melodicità che non
guasta mai.
Un disco molto curato per quanto riguarda la
parte tecnica quindi, per quel che riguarda i contenuti, i fautori del punk rock
non possono certo rimanere delusi, i temi trattati sono i piu' vari, dai
problemi generazionali della nostra società, alle critiche al governo e al
sistema americano. Il disco non risulta quindi essere privo di validità
contenutistiche anche se da questo punto di vista i mitici Bad hanno fatto di
meglio (a riguardo citiamo i dischi "The gray race" e "Stranger
than fiction"). Complessivamente possiamo affermare di non essere rimasti
delusi dal disco, un disco che può sicuramente lasciare sorpresi e che può
meravigliare coloro i quali ritengono fondamentale l'originalità sonora, se
analizziamo a fondo il lavoro dei bad comunque possiamo tranquillamente
affermare che non hanno comunque fatto del loro meglio.
LIRYCS
Hear It
like a morning crow and his unwelcome song or a
worn-out broken record that keeps skipping along mountains of instructions you
keep piling on me resound like a cacophonous symphony but I don't wanna hear it
anymore no, I don't wanna hear it anymore let's go!
priests and politicians pretend they're your friend and police speak to you like
you're children again blanket statements cover you like a rug and they tell me
maybe I'm acting a little too smug but I don't wanna hear it anymore no, I don't
wanna hear it anymore no more!
every day we hear the secrets of life reduced to cheap jokes, poetry, and
friendly advice they'd rather see us all pusillanimous absorbent in their chorus
of correctness but I don't wanna hear it anymore no, I don't wanna hear it
anymore I said, I don't wanna hear it anymore No, I don't wanna hear it anymore
Shades of Truth
here inside this quiet room there's direction
outside in the sultry noon-time reflection a million people scurry they're
looking for advice none willing to lend charity, just exercise their shades of
truth and partisan conventions shades of truth between disparate lines shades of
truth interpret my intentions you don't know I'm alright you don't know I'm
alright who authored the blueprints and made us captains? someone proclaimed
creation, people listened while children by the millions are thrown into this
zoo the so-called gift of clarity! oh what was God up to? shades of truth and
lenient conventions shades of truth between disparate lines shades of truth
interpret my intentions you don't know I'm alright you don't know I'm alright
yeah!
so many walk in parallel and pull their blinders tight so few offer apology and
accept others' rights and nothing absolutely can be cherished in the end but
can't we all accept that it will all happen again? shades of truth just
partisan conventions shades of truth between disparate lines shades of truth
interpret my intentions you don't know I'm alright you don't know I'm alright
just shades of truth and partisan conventions shades of truth between disparate
lines shades of truth interpret my intentions you don't know I'm alright you
don't know I'm alright
All Fantastic Images
England seemed like such a beautiful place from
afar until one day I saw how miserable things really are all fantastic images
they only are apparent propagated just by hope and desire to share it beauty was
the allure that brought me close to you loneliness was the bond that made me
stick like glue
all fantastic images they only are apparent promoted by desperate hope that
things are somewhere better I don't have a thing against fantasy but to chase it
down just doesn't make sense to me if your only hope is simply peace and love
you end up discarding most of what you're made of what you're made of...
all fantastic images they only are apparent promoted by desperate hope that
things are somewhere better
The Biggest Killer in American
History
k..k..k..killer (2x)
you have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes furniture makers,
carpenters too bombers and commandos, all with some lost cause disgruntled
workers, immersed in "veritas"
but stealthily, in the land of the free, it's
lurking right there most are unaware of the biggest killer in American history
(4x) and God shed his grace on thee
business institutions, universities both are quite the circus when the killer
wants his way I think of Edward Teller and his moribund reprise then I look to
Nevada and I can't believe my eyes it's time for him to die!
most cannot remember minutia learned in school it's not there on the blackboard,
it's what they don't tell you we have got a problem, it starts and ends right
here it can be defeated but you've got to face your fear
we'll join and unite and steady our sight then we'll put it right 'cuz it's time
to fight the biggest killer in American history (4x) and God shed his grace on
thee
No Substance
history doesn't make something right consensus is
not a fact-based exercise
you're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise we call America a brush
with a star, a token of love a name in the sand, enough is enough a diet of air,
a face on the net a fish in your palm, your television set once you convince
yourself the universe falls into place you've got your ideas and your posse of
friends you all make up rules and the fun never ends but still there's a problem,
leaves you gasping for air you look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's
there and still water stales a soft summer breeze you cling to your hopes while
you drop to your knees there's no substance!(2x)
once you convince yourself the universe falls into place you've got your ideas
and your posse of friends you all make up rules and the fun never ends but still
there's a problem, leaves you gasping for air you look for some meaning, blank
smiles are all that's there and still water stales a soft summer breeze you
cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees
there's no substance!(2x)
Raise Your Voice
fa fa fafa fa fa fafa raise your voice! (4x)
don't be played like someone else's board game don't be classed out like some
desperate redoubt don't be misled you've got a lot on your head and nobody's
gonna pay attention when you are dead so...
fa fa fafa fa fa fafa raise your voice! (4x)
it's the primary rule, you gotta wanna be fooled it's our daunted restraint that
keeps us silent in shame it's our nature to be adversarial and free our
evolution didn't hinge on passivity so...
fa fa fafa fa fa fafa raise your voice! (10x)
Sowing the Seeds of Utopia
we all know politicians only go just halfway there
just halfway there the innocence of youth needs protection not abuse but no one
seems to care yet no one seems to care and you sit there and watch the world go
around from your pseudo-benevolent vantage point while we who've been left to
pick up after you try our best to make some sense for those who come next now
what have you done to foster the truth besides just hide the lies? besides just
hide the lies? a selfish campaign never justifies the gain but the means are
verified yeah the means are verified and you sit there and insist you are
right! from your popular psychological podium while those who rely and depend on
you they wilt because you don't accept we need each other while sowing the seeds
of Utopia you invoked a convenient amnesia you forgot how to care, you forgot
how to provide you forgot how to work toward a meaningful life
The Hippy Killers
our apocalypse 1981 teenage vagrants looking for
some fun a renewed promise of prosperity a vulgar platform for the world to see
we were...
the hippy killers (4x)
busted refuse from broken homes pocked flesh and malacious bones creatures
sustained by desire, heart, and soul nothing to leave and nowhere to go we were...
the hippy killers (4x)
the hippy killers (8x)
good days during horrible times overused bodies, neglected minds shoulder to
shoulder we formed as one the next miserable generation we were...
the hippy killers (4x)
The State of
the End of the Millennium Address
Neighbors, nobody loves you like we do. Neighbors,
your government has triumphed in finally making you a public fit for the 21st
century. Never before has a governing body shown so much concern for the
economic well-being of its subjects. Today we have insulated you from countless
factions who threaten your financial viability; such as the poor; the idealistic
foreigners still clinging to their childish notions of social welfare; why, you're
even kept uninformed of useless propagandist journalism that reports alleged
violations of human rights (we all know they wouldn't have been punished if they
hadn't been doing something WRONG!!). And who better to dispense such blatantly
evident factoids but a self-appointed authority like myself?
Acid Rain is a thing of the past.... too many possible causes, too little
significance for our modern thinking public, besides industrial manufacturing is
at an all-time low anyway, who needs those narrow minded laborers, too many
mouths to feed, hehe, and too much burden on the payroll! Who needs 'em here in
the land of the free time. Some other ass-backward country will give us what we
need by exploiting its uneducated children anyway.
The Internet has expanded our ability to pacify average Americans better than
ever by offering fantastical adventures to every corner of the imagination. Your
home office is the window to your world, and the heart of your social life. Such
reclusive behavior helps clear the roads and public works from overburden like
the lower middle class and others who depend shamelessly on their government.
Today you are freer than ever to do what you want, provided you can pay for it!
Remember, the first word in USA is US!
We have arrived, neighbors, we are the privileged elite!
The Voracious March of
Godliness
since the start of the 17th century there's been
the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air and the conquest of nature meant
nothing at all
while we betray exception we take all that's there but motives are translucent
in the reflection of shame the actions ghostly remnants of our ancestral ways
and unwittingly you just take your place in this parade
the voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway all the same...
since the dawn of our human family there's been concentrated sepsis blowing in
the breeze and we turned on each other with ferocity desperation, forced,
without reprieve but the missions were misguided and the trammeled led astray
the air resounds with thunder as the victor seized the day and the haunting
voice of history lives ignored but not betrayed the voracious march of godliness
will get us close to heaven one day some day...
the voracious march of godliness (6x)
the voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway all the same...
Mediocre Minds
look around the country, an abundance you'll find
of mediocre minds sift through the fodder as sane justice declines because of
mediocre minds shrouded under cover, the most flamboyant guise hides a mediocre
mind
you got yours but you can never bend mine with your mediocre minds when they cry
foul you had better watch out because you never know which aptitude they're
griping about don't act too smart for their stenoscopic ways
you'll be discarded away reason's not to be what the privileged define with
their mediocre minds so many sighted people are so helplessly blind from their
mediocre minds if you want attention then you'll be asked to bend but the surest
insurrection is enlightenment then you can live outside inharmoniously
without friends and enemy they wanna keep me locked away cuz I've an overactive
brain leaders, presidents and the nightly news guys cater to mediocre minds
reason's not to be what the privileged define with their mediocre minds you got
yours but you can never bend mine with your mediocre minds the only natural
thing that I really despise are the mediocre minds mediocre minds! (2x)
Victims of the Revolution
what will prove to be our big mistake? short
sighted arrogance all for what sake? our families to ashes, our ambition to dust
our progeny in silence thinking "what about us?" but don't forget the
dance of neglect the march for empowering prosperity the pain from loss and want
for mere lucidity just maternal residue, and I was there too and maybe so were
you when something is won it comes with sacrifice it's there beneath the joy,
the glory and pride rarely it's acknowledged but in positive light consciously
omitting the losers' plight but don't forget the dance of neglect the craving
for community that never was met the longing for status and the overture of
regret with no one to deter, pathetically unsure forgetting who they were just
maternal residue, and I was there too and maybe so were you
Strange Denial
a mutinous enemy carved a nascent country sweat,
blood and valor forms the grit of our history bequeathed to everyone: chance and
free expression
substance was restrained and the spirit was broken I feel a strange denial
rhythmic as change constant as time lonely insistent whispers somber as a wave
bye bye searching for solution, without constitution blackcoats by our sides
promising salvation advocating dogma as tickets to hereafter mortals in their
prime with their desperate hands in the air daunting complex and burning
rhythmic as change constant as time conflicts, craving approval weighted as a
murder trial oh, I feel a strange denial correct is consensus everything else,
nonsense forward is the hope forget recompense peace and tranquility is only for
the wealthy dearth for the masses and inequality I feel a strange denial
rhythmic as change constant as time lonely insistent whispers dissipating in the
night like a lone forgotten light and no one is helping me it's a strange denial
At the Mercy of Imbeciles
what you do is what you are and wishing upon
distant stars won't improve the hole you're in and won't absolve your deepest
sin but action is no gift from some covert and lofty god it's dependent and
weighty all the same
and it's oh so easy just to keep to yourself then you're at the mercy of
imbeciles now I didn't make up the rules but clearly we are led by fools
it is wise to know their ways so you know how not to behave but sometimes we
find ourselves in desperate need and we look to those of privilege and power it's
then we learn compassion sits inert upon their shelves and we're at the mercy of
imbeciles no action is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky
it's reducible to flesh, mind and bone and it's oh so easy just to keep to
yourself but then you're at the mercy of imbeciles imbeciles (3x)
The Same Person
you want prosperity for yourself but not for me
somehow you just can't see we're in this collectively you think that freedom is
a drastic severence from your past relations, just a quest for new bargains we're
not the same person
we're not the same person (don't you ever wanna know) wooohhh don't need no good
advice nor shoddy merchandise I'm the suspect device, beaten down, unable to
strike we're not the same person we're not the same person
(don't you ever wanna know) wooohhh
and the sun comes over us again we lament, we pine, and we rescind and we ask
for understanding but aren't we the stingy ones indeed when it's needed from us
in the end? we watch the days go by, compete and then we die so few ever ask why
but so many just abuse the designwe're not the same person we're not the same
person (don't you ever wanna know) wooohhh
we're not the same person
we're not the same person
(don't you ever wanna know)
wooohhh
In So Many Ways
I can see the shadows on the wall drifting as the
leaves start to fall unfazed by rugosity, the objects yield to gravity and
depict the destiny of us all no one really knows why we die no one gets a break
so we try ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity and wait to see what happens
up on high in so many ways we live to follow the sun in so many ways we exalt
and fail as one in so many ways we want so bad to be done in so many ways we
show our pain in unison
unison (2x)
something in you is busy counting days catapulting you through the haze
blind to virtuosity, ignorant of your sanctity revealing you in so many ways in
so many ways we live to follow the sun in so many ways we tend to rise and fall
as one in so many ways we want so bad to be done in so many ways we show our
pain in unison
unison (2x)
in so many ways we live to follow the sun in so many ways we exalt and fail as
one in so many ways we want so bad to be done in so many ways we show our pain
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