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Friday, 20 October 2017
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Listen The Gags - Komunitas Bendera Hitam


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Bettina (Wohlstandskinder)

hallo ich bin bettina, ich bin 13 jahre alt in meiner freien freizeit steh ich ganz gern im wald ich tu da nicht alleine sein, ich tu auch nicht nur stehn, weil wegen ich bin jeden tag ja nur am reiten gehn... mit ihrem pony reitet sie über feld und gras nicht nur wenn es regnet wird sie dabei naß ihr pony ist ihr allerbester freund, sie findet es echt super, wenn's vorne aus dem maul rausschäumt bettina hatte mal nen "boy", doch das war nur ein gag, als sie dann mit dem zaumzeug kam, da lief er schreiend weg reiten ist super pferde sind schön ich will nur noch reiten gehn jungen sind blöde schule ist doof, wenn ich groß bin leb ich auf nem ponyhof ihre freundin ist die sandra, die hat n eignes pferd, das ist noch viel mehr geld als ihre spange wert drum ist sie oft bei sandi und hört mit ihr take that ach wenn bettina nur ihr eignes pony hätt fury und black beauty sieht sie fast jeden tag, öfters noch als flipper, weil sie pferde mag...

I'll Stick Around (Foo Fighters)

I thought I knew all it took to bother you
Every word I said was true that you'll see

How could it be
I'm the only one who sees
Your rehearsed insanity

I still refuse all the methods you abused
It's all right if you're confused
Let me be

I've been around
All the pawns you've gagged and bound
They'll come back and knock you down
And I'll be free

I've taken all and I've endured
One day it will all fade I'm sure

I don't owe you anything

I had no other hand
In your ever desperate plan
It returns and when it lands
Words are due

I should have known
We were better off alone
I looked in and I was shown
You were too

I've taken all and I've endured
One day it all will fade I'm sure

I don't owe you anything

I'll stick around and learn all that came from it

How Does It Feel? (Crass)

When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shooting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence.
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there - like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it, but not being touched by it.

(We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it.
We never asked for war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we feel there was a need for it.
We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness.)

HOW DOES IT FEEL?
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.

Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life,
Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice.
Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood,
Your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had.
You smile in the face of the death cause you are so proud and vain,
Your inhumanity stops you from realising the pain
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

You never wanted peace or solution,
From the start you lusted after war and destruction.
Your blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices,
Your mockery gagged more moderate voices.
So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought.
Iron Lady with your stone heart so eager that the lesson be taught
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.

Throughout our history you and your kind
Have stolen the young bodies of the living
To be twisted and torn in filthy war.
What right have you to defile those birth?
What right have you to devour that flesh?
What right to spit on hope with the gory madness
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.

You accuse us of disrespect for the dead,
But it was you who slaughtered out of national pride.
Just how much did you care? What respect did you have
As you sent those bodies to their communal grave?
You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all,
That once living flesh defiled in the hell
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

You use those deaths to achieve your ends still,
Using the corpses as a moral blackmail.
You say "Think of what those young men gave"
As you try to bind us in your living death,
Yet we do think of them, ice cold and silence
In the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered -
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your ** war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your ** war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - We don't want your ** war!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 You can stop your ** war!

Unwanted Resistance (Walls of Jericho)

Unspoken contributions
A fragment of contemporary fundamentals
Completion factor
Ripping two cells abundantly
Torment that's causing inner perspective
So untouched by the possessed clutches that resist
Plentiful pains bruise my uncanny veins
Supplement reoccurring is approaching
The laceration is contradicting
Completion of the two is so important
To be able to proceed,
For me it's ended unwanted

Mack 10, Mack 10 (Mack 10)

[AllFrumThai]
It go M A C to the K one to the O
Bitches scream ho
Hoo bangin with nothin but the cavi
Stepin out the smog like a hog with my family
Squeak, Ru and Mack dime on the fade
Been lacen up our stars and stealin cars Since the 8th grade,
quick to pull your lid
You can call us Butch Cassady and the Sundance Kid
Mack the Inglewood maniac, whos got the biggest sack
Niggas that get large get put on contract,
and thats a fact He's all about big bucks
when he's saggin with his mother**in khakis and chucks
Chicken hawkin, swoop down low my nigga stalkin
AllFrumTha i When we mob we ain't talkin
Binky, Mack once again it's on foe life
Presence is felt, before we takin yo life

Chorus
Mack 10, Mack 10, cant you understand
Mack 10, Mack 10, Bitch I'm the mother**in man
Mack 10, Mack 10, cant you understand
Mack 10, Mack 10, Bitch I'm the mother**in man

[Comrads]
Hey Comrad, we keep pushin this crack
Niggas gettin washed up, and we can't have that
Niggas makin all these snaps with these wack**raps
So we went to Inglewood when we finished our sack
It was back in January or was it Febuary
I have to do some time, Mack Dime told me not to worry
The scene was kinda scary he sent me commisary
I did my time and touched down with a flurry
Told me not to worry, signed a deal in a hurry
No more slangin dope to those niggas in Missouri
Bagets on our jewlry, futures no longer blurry
And if you see a bitch with us fo sho she's temporary
And you know we got it like that
Rolexed out the game spotin croca sacks
Nigga thats what you get when you **s with me
The Comrads and Mack D.I.M.E.

Chorus

[Mack 10]
I can leap tall buildings twist on them thangs
I made nothing but the Cavi hits an Hoo Banged
I set traps to make snaps from coast to coast
And now im up to seven figures and I'm doin the most
I watch niggas cause they shady, I pack a lil 380
Look out for my peoples everything is all gravy
Is Mack a cool nigga? Yeap, i guess, maybe
Bought a bubble eyes benz for my bitch and my baby
Always talk about the hood, cause they say that I'm a bragger
and if yous aint a true blue, then yous a red dager
If your girl want a thug then you know that I'm a tag her
But if she set me up then imma have to body bag her
lay the back down on the Chevy so the**is a dragger
If a bitch is at the house while im jackin Imma gag her
Wear my clothes like a banger, so of course Imma sagger
Plus a young nigga rollin' more stones than Mick Jagger

Chorus

Circus (Tristania)

Tied up and gagged
Hooded and tagged
They're all yours to command

I am corpse, I am carrion prey
I have a crow at each brow
plucking eyes in my mask of death
The darkness is complete

Who's the hooded one, mother mine?
Who is gagged when all are silent?
and bitten when we move

Inflamed! My mask is burning
The night is dead; dark, putrid flesh turning
‘pon a chair in the dying corner
I am your bagful of fear
I’ll commit, I’ll admit
I’ll be the dagger, drive me in
I’ll be all motionless and still
My river runs within - still and deep

I am beast, I am carrion prey to the Cyclops tribe
String me up to a cherry tree
come one, come all - and hang with me
I'm already hogtied - entangled in your marionette strings

I am dancing
the embodiment of fear
a shake for every fearful tear
a ruckus for the righteous
In the end
They no longer know
cast stones into mirrors - onto themselves

Mother mine!
Stab yourself, mother mine
bleed your own river, dark and wide
Mine runs within, still and deep
Don’t shake me so, it will overflow

Inevitable Repercussion (Walls of Jericho)

Thin lines stand side to side while
The cries of millions pile up
Their social structure declined
Ripped down from forceful hands
As their tongues replenish silence
You tore their virtue out with bare empty hands
Portraying what was dominated in your past
You laid it down with the intent of compromise
A life filled with the remaining memories
How can you give us the pain?
What thrives in you to proceed?
Chrome cut eyes will not hold obliterating energy
Blood soaked cavity collapses from annihilation

La ballata di Johnny Cannuccia (Articolo 31)

Me Ciamen Johnny Cannuccia - El Noeuv Gagà De Milan - L'è Na Robba Tremenda Quand Che Me Pasen Davanti I Sutan - Me Ciamen Johnny Cannuccia - Perché Sòn Magher E Lung - Perché Me Pias Sciuscià I Tusan - Come Il Vin - Quan Che L'è Bòn - Sciura Sciura Sciura Portem A Cà - Sciura Sciura Sciura Su No Dove Andà - Sciura Sciura Sciura Purtem Adree - Sciura Sciura Sciura Sto Minga In Pè - Io Sono Johnny Cannuccia - Sòn Anca Andà Dal Dutur - Ma Il Me Diceva Non Beva Più - E Mi Gu Di Va Da Via Al Cû - Sciura Sciura Sciura Portem A Cà - Sciura Sciura Sciura Su No Dove Andà - Sciura Sciura Sciura Purtem Via - Col Sorriso Da Bambina - E La Gamba Sifulina - Te Se La Pussee Bella Dell'usteria - Un Alter Quartin E Te Spusaria

Roi (The Breeders)

Raw: where the shot leaves me gagging for the arrow

It's All In My Head (Screeching Weasel)

Everywhere I went today
four walls kept following me around laughing quietly
threatening to break down and leave me curled up screaming
I watch them cackle like baboons
and snd smell the stench of their perfume
the've single-handedly stopped evolution
it's all in my head and it's gonna stay that way
I gag and I force down this spoiled version of the facts
of life I cram my square head
in to the round holes but it's pointless trying
I wish that I could make my mind
accept the lies that keep those blobs of human meat alive
I know I can't and I wonder who was around
with a shovel when we paved these roads that don't go anywhere
standing around while the wires jumped and burned
with a where's my paycheck look on their faces
keep it around so you feel a little safer
when you drag your fat**to bed at night
keep it going around keep the rotten foundation of your cheap little lives
from caving in it's all in my head it better stay that way


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