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etogac stavio sam slike svojih 7 najbitnijih stvari u životu-tata ti malter u pijanac
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Album Green Dayja American Idiot, koji je ovaj punk-bend vratio na vrhove top-ljestvica i pokupio gomilu glazbenih nagrada, navodno je djelo anonimnog američkog trgovca staro deset godina.
Tridesetogodišnji Amerikanac Paul McPike tvrdi da je on autor svih pjesama na hit-albumu Green Dayja American Idiot .
Tim povodom ovaj trgovac iz Oregona podigao je tužbu protiv američke punk-rock atrakcije.
Kako tvrdi McPike, on je politički i socijalno angažirane hitove s prošlogodišnjeg Green Dayjeva superuspješnog albuma napisao još prije desetak godina, dok je bio student, i svoje je prijatelje najčešće zabavljao originalnom verzijom najuspješnijeg singla s albuma Jesus from Suburbia.
Billy Joe Amstrong i ostatak benda njegovog materijala su se dokopali zahvaljujući skladateljevom nezahvalnom i ljubomornom prijatelju, koji im ga je poslao.
Kao dokaz ovih tvrdnji, McPike je priložio demo-snimku s navodno originalnim verzijama spornih pjesama.
No ovaj slučaj još neće na sud jer je sudac zaključio da snimka nije dovoljna za podizanje tužbe, s obzirom da se stihovi Paulovih pjesama ne poklapaju s onima Green Dayja.
Ipak, oštećenik tvrdi kako neće odustati od tužbe i trenutno radi na prikupljanju ostatka dokaznog materijala.
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"Angelfuck"
Little Angelfuck
It's a shame that luck is the only thing
Did you like the fun
Did you like the times that I promised you
Open wounds on your brow
Little angel in red
She isn't loving you anymore
Little Angelfuck
I see you going down on a fireplug
Little Angelfuck
Size for everyone
Let those bastards believe
Dry your eyes and we'll leave
She isn't loving you anymore
Little Angelfuck
I see you going down on a fireplug
Oh, little Angelfuck
Size for everyone
Let those bastards believe
Dry your eyes and we'll leave
She isn't loving you anymore
PUNK IS DEAD
Yes that's right, punk is dead
It's just another cheap product for the consumers head
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors
Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters
CBS promote the Clash
Ain't for revolution, it's just for cash
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
Ain't got a thing to do with your or me
Movements are systems and systems kill
Movements are expressions of the public will
Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost
Leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost
Punk narcissism was a social napalm
Steve Jones started doing real harm
Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
Sucked from the system that had given him his name
Well I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass
Tired of staring up a superstars arse
I've got an arse and crap and a name
I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame
Steven Jones, you're napalm
If you're so pretty vacant, why do you smarm?
Patti Smith, you're napalm, your write with your hand
But it's Rimbaud's arm
And me, yes, I, do I want to burn?
Is there something I can learn?
Do I need a business man to promote my angle
Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle
I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear
The social elite with safetypins in their ear
I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing
The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting
PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD
NEW AGE
So you're living in fast world
See the people you've already killed
See what you've done with that machine of yours
You can't justify it, you ain't got a cause
It's only cos we're living in a new age
You don't know what you're like when you're in a rage
They're gonna put you away in a cage
You better start to act your age
You better start to act your age
Victims running, they are screaming
Living nightmares, they're not dreaming
They're too scared to walk the streets
The one with a gun they're afraid to meet
You know you're killing off the race
They'll lock you away and change your face
Hatred of the new age turned your mind
Can't bear to live with the rest of mankind
VIOLENCE
You can't avoid it today
And everywhere you go
You'll find it on your way
Violence is all around
It's ain't sure on the streets
As soon as you're on your feet
And you go out by night
You know it's for a fight
Can't dress the way you want
They'll say that you're a wank'
But it's just an excuse To justify abuse
Everything's good for them
Violence is their big fun I start to be fed up
To be the one looked up
VIOLENCE It's ain't sure on the streets
VIOLENCE Fed up of this shit
VIOLENCE It's time to have justice
I Am A Cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche you've seen before
I am a cliche that lives next door
I am a cliche you know what I mean
I am a cliche pink is obscene
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