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1. |
Zeitgeist Pop
02:57
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Come and buy your mark in history
Faint into your time’s majority
And join a sty that’s hosted by
voiceless idols in the tax free sky
In the regime we call ’culture’
everyone is a lie
So be sure to check the dress code before you raise your fist
You've got your freedom: you can choose from the list
A franchise personality for your money
What we can offer is what you will be
Come and buy your teenage memories
Crafted by the "voice of a generation companies"
or you can open up your eyes for the thousandth time
and play the words are more important than the rhyme
and the meaning is not just advertisement line
So be sure to check the dress code before you raise your fist
You've got your freedom: you can choose from the list
A franchise personality for your money
What we can offer is what you will be
If you’re feelin’ bitter and feelin’ lonely
You feel you’re locked into your specialty
Remember: you’re just a part of the system
Youth is a sale enjoy while you can
Our best employees working all day all night
To get into the teen state of mind
So pick a role and lay back: you’re ready
"It's your life, it's your story"
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2. |
Buzzkiller Saturday
02:43
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I’m uncool and bored, fat and non-star old
and the anger the rapture all is sold
Every scream has it's own shelf
You buy some stuff and call it 'self'
But there's this pretty industry to
fill the hollow with branded shit to chew
For the beautiful, healthy human animals
and the cynical helpless pop culture avatars
History is overplayed but the apocalypse is delayed
And we're stuck in a neverending remake
While I scrape the icing off of profoundness
and I burst your fucking quotes with no regret
The smart little pets reach the expected goals
and indulge in the semi-finished joys
Switching on and off some remote thrill
to stir the little cozy western chill
But reality bounces off of our shields,
through the screen we never never never get bleed
History is overplayed but the apocalypse is delayed
And we’re stuck in a neverending remake
Catalog people, push button emotion, recycled notion, monetized version...
And there's no false note in the autotuned generation
Fuck you, It’s Buzzkiller Saturday
Fuck you
Fuck
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3. |
The Justifier
04:07
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Hey you armchair freedom fighter shut your mouth
Hey you conspiracy theorist with your know it all style
and your new age images
Shut your fucking mouth
We're gonna slay the the fakes and the liars
Rob the rich, crucify the stars
Burn the mediasluts in their shiny cars
And then we'll be free
We're gonna choke the suits to the dirt
The don't give a fuck rulers of the world
will get back all the pain and the hurt
Just follow me
Hey you crazy party teens
shopping addict whores
We’re gonna fucking enslave you
Hey you
invisible bureaucrats
Deciding on life and death
We'll incite your office rats
And terminate you
We're gonna slay the the fakes and the liars
Rob the rich, crucify the stars
Burn the mediasluts in their shiny cars
And then we'll be free
We're gonna choke the suits to the dirt
The don't give a fuck rulers of the world
will get back all the pain and the hurt
Just follow me
Hey you parasites of freedom
pseudo-liberals, second hand intellectuals
Hiding in your laziness and decadence behind the principles of liberty
Sitting in your expensive cafes talking about how terrifying life is.
Be a volunteer in the third world if you’re so committed or bored and want to die…
And you hypocrite conservatives
With your cocaine driven hooker parties
We’re gonna burn your notions into your skin
We’re gonna punish you for all the mendacious shit you’ve done
And finally we're gonna have some fun
We're gonna slay the the fakes and the liars
Rob the rich, crucify the stars
Burn the mediasluts in their shiny cars
And then we'll be free
We're gonna choke the suits to the dirt
The don't give a fuck rulers of the world
will get back all the pain and the hurt
Just follow me
Just me
/I'm so special and I'm so cool
You can't fuck me if you're not cool
But not mainstream cool
Mainstream cool
You can't bring me down/
/Discopunk!
Discopunk!
Discopunk!
Discopunk!
Let's go!
Discopunk!/
/Sweet 19 with a 60's vibe, Baby Blue/
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4. |
Anthem XYZ
05:04
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Favorite daughters and favorite sons
Everyone is a chosen one
Shiny people shiny kiss
We’re rotting under the surface, mom
So here’s our answer to the “here and now”:
amateur hedonists with no sense of style
and if all we are is what we post behind
It’s good it’s so easy to reset mankind
Sex and drugs and shiny toys
The kindergarten is all yours
Ad-mommy dad economy
raised the manikin generation
Trendy body parts, trendy thoughts
designed only for consumption
Same Friday, same Saturday
Tomorrow is like yesterday
With the open minded heart of mine
I can embrace everyone in the right line
Sex and drugs and shiny toys
The kindergarten is all yours
History’s favorite kids, history’s finest
Children bred on shit for cost effectiveness
The fun is the rule no hypocrite lies
Don’t tell us how to live in the dollhouse
Sex and drugs and shiny toys
The kindergarten is all yours
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5. |
Digital Holocaust
05:50
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Turn it off and fuck me!
Finally something to unite the world
24/7 electric dirt
Where there’s no selves just profiles
No pushy love just moistless likes
Insignificance immortalized
And over-advertised
We’re locked into a comminuted life
Slumber digitalized
No progression just permanent nows
History told by fake smiles
I’m too fuckin' tired to seed all the shit that I don’t need
but I won’t disconnect myself until i get my daily meat
And so the wrapping became the art
Management will make it look smart
Copy of a remake contemporary fake
Let the collars ring that heart
Welcome to the western culture torrent feast
You have more time to collect
But don’t expect high quality if it’s free to eat
If you don't want to digest
Just stuff the digits and shit your comments
Everyone do what they can do best
I’m too fuckin' tired to seed all the shit that I don’t need
But I won’t disconnect myself until i get my daily meat
So let's just wave the last analog man
and celebrate the last analog feeling...
Fuck, fuck, fuck
We’re ancient androids
with external brains
Forced into frame
Peacefully same
Account clone democracy
Secure mediocrity
Home arrest, mobile prison
Competing on whose cell is more in fashion
Machines are faster in thinking
and more righteous because they have no feelings
So the only thing humans can do better
Is being an animal
I’m too fuckin' tired to seed all the shit that I don’t need
I won’t disconnect myself until i get my daily meat
/In order to obtain the ready-made lifelong experiences you must be able to attract at least 65 percent of the males in your section. As the old ways of courtship seem to be useless in the twenty first century musical educational videos are being made to explain the methods of this process. The musical background is primitive to not disturb the understanding of lyrical forms like "touch my body" or "do you want your prize". Besides these verbal advices the audiovisual form enables the creators to display the visual code that is extremely important to follow. The customizable uniform the so-called "slutty" offers a great chance of success as proven by numerous satisfied customers. To accomplish the 'crazy young years' task you must be able to collect at least 3 types of sexually transmitted diseases before you start the law school/
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6. |
Generation Flesh
06:21
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I'm ready to turn to grey
Surf the surface and fade away
with the happy people from the core
satisfying on the floor
And a sated population
Will be the supply of the nation
After all the suppressed frustration
We unbend in a great revolution
Now you know how to fight for your rights
Youthful anger fuels the night
In a love nest to fall into sin
The leader lodgers will let you in
So bad so sexy emptiness
Overpromoted aimlessness
Free spiritness means your only goal
is an offical licence to be a whore
I just want you to give me more
Crucified in your candy store
Come and get me and stain my skin
I want pleasure as clear as sin
In a room that’s filled with dirt
I’ve found someone who fits to my shirt
So I’ll be the one you’ll be the queen
and I swear everyone will hear you scream
Blown away by decadence
Free from the pressure of adolescence
Underneath you feel the fire
Synchronized with their desire
I just want you to give me more
Crucified in your candy store
Come and get me and stain my skin
I want pleasure as clear as sin
This freedom leads to boredom
Makes me want to fuck or die with you
cumshot
creampie
necklace
anal
horse
and pigs and
other animals
bukakke
cumswapping
penetrating
milf
gilf
gangbang
and cum eating
threesome
four some
five some
cum mom
tranny
granny
scat with
cocktail
gokkun
erotic red
and a
glory hole
crush
All together
for a big fat rush
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7. |
Emigrant Song
06:35
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Some strange new distance is calling me again
And I know I’ll be unfaithful again
And I failed to lead my life again
but I want to feel that thrill again
Free
I’m crawlin’ to new home
Free
I’m crawlin' to new home
Everyone is looking for ready-made perfection
And why should we struggle? There's a wide selection
For the picky and lazy children of liberty
The battery of the consumer society
Free
I’m crawlin’ to new home
Free
I’m crawlin' to new home
I want to stay but I need to go
Everything is replaceable
Improving, correcting, and working is cheating
When there's always a better one failing is dying
Free
I’m crawlin’ to new home
Free
I’m crawlin' to new home
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8. |
Franny Lane
05:08
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Oh my chaos one will you show up today?
Cause I wait for you all day everyday
Like a recluse
But that’s OK
Oh I don't care your cool and shiny life
Your lovers and your sinful nights
They can't see you through my eyes
And you call me because with me you dare to feel
Something old and sweet and real
Like a toy from the long lost innocence
I heal you then you're gone to drown again
Oh my tortured beauty
I could save you from your demons
and abduct you from your darkness
If you'd want me to
Casue you're a queen who only wants to be
the silly princess that she used to be
and I know I could
lead you back to purity
And you call me because with me you dare to feel
Something old and sweet and real
Like a toy from the long lost innocence
I heal you then you're gone to drown again
Oh, I will remember...
Goodbye
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9. |
Ultrabitch
02:52
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She needs a daddy...
Wild woman loud woman strong woman I know what you what you want
Shy woman cute woman quiet woman I know what you what you want
Blond Black Brown Blue Bold woman I know what you, what you
Bored woman sour woman sad woman I know what you...
Fuck
I don’t want to oppress you
Fuck
Objectify you
Fuck
But when you’re playing the lady
Fuck
I don’t believe you
All you can give me is your body, sex is your only weapon girl
5 minutes for me at least 30 for you so who is doing a favor?
Once you'd been fucked real hard you'll never ever want anything else
And why you would you dress up that way if you wouldn’t want to strip it down for someone else?
Fuck
I don’t want to oppress you
Fuck
Objectify you
Fuck
But when you’re playing the lady
Fuck
I don’t believe you
slutty, pure, high class, rebel, classy, girl next door
intellectual, artistic, FF, mystical
feminist, goodwife,hippie woman I know what you want
mother, teacher, lawyer woman I know what you want
Fuck
I don’t want to oppress you
Fuck
Objectify you
Fuck
But when you’re playing the lady
Fuck
I don’t believe you
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10. |
The Age of Women
04:30
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I’m in the corner someone pick me
I want my bite of gust and beauty
I want someone new to look at me
with luscious eyes and grab me
I’m a stray dog take me home
I'm too aroused to be alone
I'm full of lust and full of life
I want to be a prey tonight
To serve a mean and hungry might
Turn me inside out
Free me from manly pride and tear
the masculine props off and all the poses I wear
and pull me into your waters deep and warm
Old waves…
Swallow me as I come
And tuck me into your will
I don't want to hold the wheel
I'm a little boy again
Abase me like a man
Big sister taut mother
I’m thirsting for the witching hour
So take your slave your sire your son
The matriarchy's chosen one.
Tuck me into your will
I don't want to hold the wheel
I'm a little boy again
Abase me like a man
Big sister taut mother
I’m thirsting for the witching hour
Take your slave your sire your son
The matriarchy's chosen one.
/Ady Endre: Csak jönne más
(Új versek, 1906)
Hódolni kergettem elébed
A vágyak éhes csapatát,
Nomád, vad, büszke csapatát
A vérnek.
Irigyellek, szánlak, utállak,
Szerencsés koldusasszonya,
Királyi koldusasszonya
A Vágynak.
Csak tudnék én mást úgy kivánni,
Mint téged. Óh, csak jönne más.
Egy más asszony. Valaki. Más.
Akárki./
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11. |
Newropean Nights
03:44
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Another shattered night in the Age of Aesthetics
The beautiful children thrown in the mix
of an unfitting history of horror and cruelty
and the irony contest of a burnt-out century
so after some bottles of Crisis of Culture we
swoon into revelry
Only a stranger can really rouse me
scent me and claw me
bite me engulf me
I don’t want to think I don’t want to speak
I want my round of merciless levitation
I hang onto your veins
push the doubt out of me
Oh my firm devourer
Anachronistic blend of
every trite desire
Be my crude and savage lover
Purify me in your shameless fire
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12. |
25
05:47
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And we march into the all
As a fierce tribe of joy
Hungry senses crave for more
To belong is to fall
Years are sneaking out through melting scenes of wondrous nights
How many times I’ve tried to burn this house of mirrors to the ground...
To build a decent man with a private pool of life and settle down...
But I’m longing to the sea, I’m belonging to the life, I want to drown
And we march into the all
To belong is to fall
Twenties are the new teens
30 is the new 18
Our generation's duty is to fall in love with everything
To crush into the maze of faces, voices, sounds and scents and tastes and see
How these fantasies and plans, feelings, dreams and memories
become our story
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13. |
The Virgin
06:44
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Now you’ve got your vicious stories and beautiful scars
...and you’re lying in smoke watching the shards you’ve found in the dark
Learned to feed the beast, to share vanguard flesh
and to hide the maelstrom of your ancient fears and weaknesses
And you’re sneaking in and out of others' lives
The only mark you leave behind is a piece of your disguise
Escape from the intrusive fulfillment
Your body is just a foreplay your tool to keep distance
You’ve won the night
You’re strong and proud
You’re dangerous and cruel and wild
You dared to fall, to drown your soul
Your innocence can’t hurt no more
But inside you're still a child
Harm will always find a way
Throw the veil away there’s a live world to inhale
In the end there’s no need to pretend
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14. |
Sheep
06:02
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When the groove is gone we stay alone…
The best part of the night is the way to home
So take this albumlong ceremony
cause the dawn is near…
Listen heartfully
These songs entice you away
from the concrete path of the every days
You’re the widow of harmony
Your never seen love will always be...
These songs amplify your greatest desire:
to just faint into fate before the thoughts could defile
But what would you choose: the feelings or the truth?
The ruthlessly clear silence or the warmth that may be a ruse
These songs entice you away
from the concrete path of the every days
You’re the widow of harmony
Your never seen love will always be
So far...
These songs entice you away
from the concrete path of the every days
You’re the widow of harmony
Your never seen love will always be
So far...
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Alone in the Moon Budapest, Hungary
Alone in the Moon is a rock band from Budapest with heavy grunge, stoner and punk influences. Absolutely recommended if you like bands such as Nirvana, Alice in Chains, Deftones or/and you hate your generation.
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