Monthly Archives: August 2015

Submission / Sex Pistols (live, Filthy Lucre)

Submission / Sex Pistols (live, Filthy Lucre)

I’m on a submarine mission for you baby
I feel the way you were going
I pictured you up on my TV screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing
Submission going down down
Dragging me down
Submission I can’t tell ya what I’ve found

You’ve got me pretty deep baby
I can’t figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
You’re setting it out in heaven above

Submission going down down
Dragging me down
Submission I can’t tell ya what I’ve found

For there’s a mystery
Under the sea
And an octopus rock
Under the water

Submission going down down
You’re dragging me down
Submission I can’t tell ya what I’ve found

An underwater secret
Baby! oh, share it!

I’m on a submarine mission for you baby
I feel the way you were going
I pictured you up on my TV screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing
Submission I’m going down down
Dragging me down
Submission I can’t tell ya what I’ve found

What I’ve found
Submission
Submission
Submission
I’m falling down
You’re dragging me down
Under the sea

Songwriters
MATLOCK, GLEN/COOK, PAUL THOMAS/JONES, STEVE (GB 1)/LYDON, JOHN

Read more: Sex Pistols – Submission Lyrics | MetroLyrics

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Strange / Galaxie 500

Strange / Galaxie 5oo

Why’s everybody actin’ funny?
Why’s everybody look so strange?
Why’s everybody look so nasty?
What do I want with all these things?

I went alone down to the drugstore
I went in back and took a Coke
I stood in line and ate my Twinkies
I stood in line, I had to wait

Why’s everybody actin’ funny?
Why’s everybody look so strange?
Why’s everybody look so pretty?
What do I want with all these things?

I went alone down to the drugstore
I went in back and took a Coke
I stood in line and ate my Twinkies
I stood in line, I had to wait

Songwriters
SICOTTE, ANTOINE/RENALD, JAMES

Read more: Galaxie 500 – Strange Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Follow the Drinking Gourd / The Weavers

Follow the Drinking Gourd / The Weavers

Chorus

Follow the drinking gourd,

Follow the drinking gourd,

For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom,

Follow the drinking gourd.

Verse 1

When the sun comes back and the first quail calls,

Follow the drinking gourd.

The old man is a waiting for to carry you to freedom,

Follow the drinking gourd.

Chorus

Verse 2

Now the river bank makes a mighty good road,

The dead trees will show you the way.

Left foot, peg foot, traveling on,

Follow the drinking gourd.

Chorus

Verse 3

Now the river ends between two hills,

Follow the drinking gourd.

There’s another river on the other side,

Follow the drinking gourd.

Chorus

Home of the Brave / Naked Raygun

Naked Raygun / Home of the Brave

Starin’ off in… to the night
She picks up her dreams and her bags
“I’m off to a place where life’s right”
Jeanie walks out on the home of the brave

He picks up his boots from the dust
Knocks out the dirt on the ground
Wonders about his life… and he cussed
Stu wonders what his parents had found

Broken dreams and promises
These are the things they have and hold
A country that even…
Persecuted the Weavers
Did you ever see the Weavers?

Chickenshit Conformist / Dead Kennedys

Chickenshit Conformist / Dead Kennedys

Punk’s not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoonA close-minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don’t matter
It’s who you know

If the music’s gotten boring
It’s because of the people who want everyone to sound the same
Who drive the bright people out of our so-called scene
Till all that’s left is a meaningless fad

Hardcore formulas are dogshit
Change and caring are what’s real
Is this a state of mind
Or just another label

The joy and hope of an alternative
Have become its own cliché
A hairstyle’s not a lifestyle
Imagine Sid Vicious at 35

Who needs a scene
Scared to love and to feel
Judging everything
By loud fast rules appeal

Who played last night?
“I don’t know, I forgot.
But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun.”

[CHORUS]
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes
Again and again,
Chickenshit conformist
Like your parents

What’s ripped us apart even more than drugs
Are the thieves and the goddamn liars
Ripping people off when they share their stuff
When someone falls are there any friends?

Harder core than thou for a year or two
Then it’s time to get a real job
Others stay home; it’s no fun to go out
When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs

When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals
From New York metal labels looking to scam
Who sign the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find
To make a buck revving kids up for war

Walk tall, act small
Only as tough as gang approval
Unity is bullshit
When it’s under someone’s fat boot

Where’s the common cause
Too many factions
Safely sulk in their shells
Agree with us on everything
Or we won’t help with anything
That kind of attitude
Just makes a split grow wider

Guess who’s laughing while the world explodes
When we’re all crybabies
Who fight best among ourselves

[CHORUS]

That farty old rock and roll attitude’s back
“It’s competition, man, we wanna break big.”
Who needs friends when the money’s good
That’s right, the ’70s are back.

Cock-rock metal’s like a bad laxative
It just don’t move me, ya know?
The music’s OK when there’s more ideas than solos
Do we really need the attitude too?

Shedding thin skin too quickly
As a fan it disappoints me
Same old stupid sexist lyrics
Or is Satan all you can think of?

Crossover is just another word
For lack of ideas
Maybe what we need
Are more trolls under the bridge

Will the metalheads finally learn something-
Or will the punks throw away their education?

No one’s ever the best
Once they believe their own press
“Maturing” don’t mean rehashing
Mistakes of the past

[CHORUS]

The more things change
The more they stay the same
We can’t grow
When we won’t criticize ourselves

The ’60s weren’t all failure
It’s the ’70s that stunk
As the clock ticks we dig the same hole

Music scenes ain’t real life
They won’t get rid of the bomb
Won’t eliminate rape
Or bring down the banks

Any kind of real change
Takes more time and work
Than changing channels on a TV set

[CHORUS]