1. |
S+F
01:00
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World collapses
War outside
Tell you what?
Shit is hitting the fan!
SHIT IS HITTING THE FAN!
Bombs are falling
Babies cry
You know why?
Shit is hitting the fan!
SHIT IS HITTING THE FAN!
We don't know
What to do
We all want to
Kill ourselves
TELL ME WHY!
SHIT IS HITTING THE FAN!
lyrics: Kamila Haas
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2. |
Bluff
04:55
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Nigdy nie wiesz
Kto może słuchać cię zza cienkich ścian...
Pamiętaj o tych, co słuch ostrzą se tam.
Nigdy nie wiesz kto cię słucha zza ścian.
Małe dzieci
Uczą się szybko tych nowiutkich słów,
Które przekręcać będą namiętnie tak.
Okłamią na nowo plugawy ten świat.
Uczą się powtarzać te bachory złe.
Ucisz je póki ta okazja jest.
Później gaworzenie w słowo zmieni się.
Przekręt jedyną nadzieją dla ciebie.
Przycisz głos, bo coś wyda w końcu się.
Słówka wyrwane z kontekstu skubną też.
Wpoisz im więc co do powiedzenia masz.
Pamiętaj o tym, by im kłamać prosto w twarz.
Pora przygotować jadło na ich cześć,
Zobaczysz jak ci będą z ręki jeść.
Nie pojmą, że to wszystko to tylko blef.
Świat usłyszy wszystko to co zechcesz.
Żryj co dają,
Póki mają,
Zgniłe jadło
Wprost dla ciebie
Żryj co dają,
Póki mają.
Jak wybrzydzasz to będzie ci źle
Więc słuchaj mnie!
lyrics: Kamila Haas
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3. |
Hypocrite
06:37
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Always the same talking
I've had enough
Of you breathing
You can, oh, you can,
oh, shut the fuck up
"I'm better" -
- that's how you say it
And want to prove it
Everything now is done
You can now be gone
I don't care how you feel
Get out of my life
I can hear you, fucker
You don't need to scream at me
Now I can tell you, sucker
You're a fucking hipocrit
I always hear you talking
That you're the best at this
While you can't do nothing
Don't try to prove it to me
Oh, I know you want it...
You want me to obey...
Oh yes, you can try harder...
You won't convince me...
lyrics: Kamila Haas
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4. |
Fatica Cronica
03:50
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Longing for better living
to be much easier and less demanding.
Dreaming of ever winning,
of never wearing,being all-withstanding.
Don't want to do a thing,
it all should be as it is
automatically done
without my interference
Automatically done!
Working forever, never getting tired
Writing some lyrics, gaining time for rest
Sogno di viver meglio,
La vita facile e meno ostile.
Cerco una vita nuova,
Meno stressante e meno faticante.
Io penso „chi lo sa?”
Un giorno ci sarà
La possibilità
Di cominciare di nuovo.
Divider a metà,
Comprare dignità,
Denaro ce la fà
Proprio come ci piace.
Automatically done!
Working forever, never getting tired
Writing some lyrics, gaining time for rest...
Never getting tired.....
So this is it, the conclusion of this song
Despite the fact that it doesn't make much sense
It is quite obvious that every singer has
to write lyrics, to please the fans!
lyrics: Mariusz ‚Kangur’ Proma + Wojtek Chmielewski
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5. |
Bonanza de la Muerte
03:34
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Roaring, alarm is soaring
First thing in the morning
We're gonna strike.
Fever of a believer
When god in heaven's
Twisting your mind.
Violence, maximum violence
City in silence
Under black flag.
Fire, flames burning higher
Holy desire!
Attacking the Town
Deadly smoke from underground
Prepare for the invasion
Entire nation
In state of War.
Watch the mutated horror
Bringer of sorrow
Rise from below.
Fallen civilisation
Annihilation
Of human kind
Keep your ground and smash fuckers down!
Smell of toxic pollution
Gave the impulsion
For the attack.
Killing, essential killing
Of those who are willing
To take your life
Desecrate their bleeding corpses
Hammer the torses
Avoid their bite
Preventing the nation from zombification!
Dead comes from below
Deadly smoke in Tokyo
Deadly smoke is rising covering the Earth,
spreading the disease with an anthrax scent.
New day will bring salvation for the group of the chosen few...
Religion is a whore that uses violence in search of truth!
lyrics: Krzysztof ‚Tytooz’ Ośmiałowski
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Kiedy opuścił mnie Bóg
spojrzałam w swe odbicie w lustrze
i pomyślałam - nareszcie!
Koniec sztucznych norm sprzecznych
z moimi przekonaniami!
I przyglądałam się sobie uważnie,
gdyż po raz pierwszy widziałam
prawdziwie wolnego człowieka
Chwilę później... Opętał mnie Daemon!
And he said jump!
Into the fire!
And hit the light
Forget the sky... Away...
The morning fear!
I'll show you the Light
With no stop signs...
I proclaim my lack of faith
But in fact it's already done.
I create my point if view
But for me there is no return.
Please, Satan... I don't deserve this!
Please! RELEASE ME!
I deny existence of any god but me
Create on my own.
Sweet Satan, please!
My Free Will let me keep!
No tears of existencial suffering
So it goes on for so long...
Where's the punchline that will summarize this song?
Important stuff described with fucked up sound.
Does it have to be this way?
I feel like Jon Bon Jovi from Outer Space. So gay...
lyrics: Krzysztof ‚Tytooz’ Ośmiałowski
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7. |
Is This Real Life?
04:35
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Many times I've dreamed about better life,
Many times I've felt not satisfied.
Every hour is my place to hide,
Is this real life? (Bitch!)
I can be surgeon, I can be nurse,
I can be lover, I can be dude,
I can be whatever I want,
I don't wanna be like you.
Someone told me I could reach the stars,
Someone told me that I should die.
Dear world - I'm still alive -
- and really, really - cool.
I know that all depends on our choices,
Easy ways are always worthless,
Our fortune is a roundabout,
This is real live.(Bitch!)
I'll be the one who really cares,
I'll be the man who chose his own way,
I'll do even if I play your game,
I'll do the best I can.
Someone told me I could reach the stars,
Someone told me that I should die.
Dear world - I'm still alive -
- and really, really - cool.
Is this Real Life?
This is Real Life!
lyrics: Rafał Ewertowski
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8. |
Courage
02:44
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You stay in one place
Like a lazy cunt.
You say you can't move
But that isn't true.
Motivation
was never on your side.
But there's my hand.
Now you have to decide.
Stand up and say once
"I can make it now!"
Instead of saying that
"Tomorrow soon will come"
Come on and stand up
You fucking lazy cunt.
This is your chance now
Or sooner you will die!
You can make it,
No need to be afraid
Because your life will
Change you anyway.
Encourage yourself and
Never hide again.
No more time to waste
On staying in one place.
Motivation
Was never on your side
But there's my hand
Now you have to decide.
Stand up and say once
"I can make it now!"
Instead of saying that
"Tomorrow soon will come".
You should keep
What you feel
Somewhere deep inside.
Time to rise
From your fear
And begin new life.
lyrics: Kamila Haas
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9. |
4 Me
04:18
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For me - it doesn't matter
if your style is different then mine is.
For me - it doesn't matter
if your skin is black, white or other.
You can look like a pretty boy.
You can look like a pretty girl.
For me - it doesn't matter
if you're president or pope because...
I fucking hate you all!
It doesn't matter who you are!
I fucking hate you all!
Deal with it, out of my way!
You may be thinking
that you are better then others
but no, not for me.
For me it doesn't matter.
It fuckin' doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter!
For me - it doesn't matter
if you're a punk or prefer hip hop.
For me - it ain't no difference
what your sexual orientation is.
You can look like a filthy pig.
You can look like a piece of shit.
For me - it doesn't matter
if you're president or pope because...
You may be thinking
that you are better then others
but no, not for me.
For me it doesn't matter.
It fuckin' doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter!
Get out of my face, now!
Get out of my life, now!
Get out of my own way!
Get out of my planet, get out of here!
lyrics: Mariusz ‚Kangur’ Proma
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10. |
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Więcej, szybciej, drożej, mocniej.
Kasa, siano, forsa, szmal.
Więcej, szybciej, drożej, mocniej.
Fura, kebab, forsa, hajs.
Jak żyć,
Jak żyć, PANIE PREMIERZE?
Siedzę do późna, śnie o mamonie,
Statek ten płynie lecz kiedyś zatonie
Drogi garnitur, mina wisielcza,
Dragi, alkohol i zawał serca.
Siedzę do późna, śnie o mamonie,
Statek ten płynie lecz kiedyś zatonie
Drogi garnitur, mina szydercza,
Drogie rozrywki i zawał serca
KA$A, $ZMAL...
FOR$A, HAJ$...
Więcej, szybciej, drożej, mocniej.
KA$A, $IANO, FOR$A, $ZMAL.
Więcej, szybciej, drożej, mocniej.
Kaczor, Kukiz, Kopacz, Tusk.
Siedzę do późna, śnie o mamonie,
STATEK TEN PŁYNIE LECZ KIEDYŚ ZATONIE.
Drogi garnitur, mina wisielcza,
Dragi, alkohol i zawał serca.
Siedzę do późna, śnie o mamonie,
STATEK TEN PŁYNIE LECZ KIEDYŚ ZATONIE.
Drogi garnitur, mina szydercza,
Drogie rozrywki i zawał serca
FOR$A, HAJ$...
KA$A, $ZMAL...
FOR$A, HAJ$!
lyrics: Rafał Ewertowski (with later additions)
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11. |
GRAD!
02:53
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[Get Ready And Die!]
Our World has disappeared.
Better let’s get out of here.
Some say that the end is near.
I can’t see that far from here.
Total invasion, ending storm:
War between His Highness and those below.
All I can see is godless paradise...
You choose the side.
Let’s get ready for final clash,
Final battle, human mash.
Better get ready with your gun
On my command!
You choose the side,
Get ready and fight!
Ready or not,
Prepare to die!
lyrics: Krzysztof ‚Tytooz’ Ośmiałowski
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12. |
Epilog
05:25
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Rozum męki żrą.
Grzmot ulewy ptak.
Drzwi Europy łzy któremi ja...
Dusza krew i myśl.
Hałas żalu stref.
Klątwa duszy żałoba i czerń...
O tem-że dumać na paryskim bruku,
Przynosząc z miasta uszy pełne stuku
Przekleństw i kłamstwa, niewczesnych zamiarów,
Zapóźnych żalów, potępieńczych swarów!
Biada nam zbiegi, żeśmy w czas morowy
Lękliwe nieśli za granicę głowy!
Bo gdzie stąpili, szła przed nimi trwoga,
W każdym sąsiedzie znajdowali wroga,
Aż nas objęto w ciasny krąg łańcucha,
I każą oddać co prędzej ducha.
Gdy ich co chwila nowina przeraża,
Bijąca z Polski jak dzwon ze smętarza,
Gdy im prędkiego zgonu życzą straże,
Wrogi ich wabią zdala jak grabarze!
Gdy w niebie nawet nadziei nie widzą!
Nie dziw, że ludzi, świat, siebie ohydzą
Rozum męki żrą.
Grzmot ulewy ptak.
Drzwi Europy łzy któremi ja...
Dusza krew i myśl.
Hałas żalu stref.
Klątwa duszy żałoba i czerń
lyrics: Adam Mickiewicz (1834)
deconstructed by Wojtek Chmielewski
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Dead Saint's Bitch Gdańsk, Poland
"Many elements that are not normally classified as metals become metallic under high
pressures..."
Formed: 2011
Based: Gdańsk, Poland
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Kamila Haas - vox
Bartek Krzyżyński - guitars
Wojtek Chmielewski - drums
Jan Banaś - bass
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