1. |
Get up!
02:19
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Woke up, got up, got dressed
Body requires sleep
Desire to die is growing as always
Get up!
Your alarm clock is yelling
A ringing piece of metal
Hates you
Get up!
Go to work
Go and don’t sleep
The desire to survive
Work, grunt
Your job requires strength
It's your whip
Give all of you without a trace
The next day, when there is no power
Get up!
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2. |
This is love
01:10
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If you put knife to my throat
If I pull the noose tighter
If we can cut each other
Will it be love?
Yes, this is love!
If we turn our backs to each other
And feel stabbing in our backs
Yes, this is the best friendship!
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3. |
I don’t listen to Dad
00:54
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I listen to my father
He says to me
wee-wee-wee
Every his word is just sound
I'm trying to make out what it was about
And all I hear - is...
And so from the birth of my life
We are trying to understand each other
But all I hear...
I don’t listen to Dad
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4. |
The Death Of This World
02:37
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Sitting on the porch with a drink
We will be watching the death of this world
One, two, three, four
Connect, we are on the air
Each horn comes the cry
"Join us at least for a moment,
Grab your weapon, there is no god.
There will be no losers, there will be victory "
The timer counts down the last seconds
Shortening life minute by minute
Get closer, we're right behind you
We start our show
People are running as senseless crowd
They are all sweeping by the wave
Everyone was trying to save something
However, there’s nothing to carry
Full of goods and chattels empty brains
Trying to plan the last few days
You won’t break free from the end of the world
You won’t succeed, you will be hurt
Oh The Lord of this world?
Belief in impunity was naive
You relied on a prayer at lunch
However, at this moment there is no god
Neither God nor the government,
No one behind you
Anyone who could
Hide you
Join us today
And watch
The death of this world
The death of this world
The timer counts down the last seconds
Shortening life minute by minute
Get closer, we're right behind you
We start our show
Sitting on the porch with a drink
We will be watching the death of this world
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5. |
Unlived Life
02:38
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With a hope for a better senility
I am getting rid with my youth
Quiet life in joy and in sorrow
All my dreams are under lock and key
Every new aim
Is just a cause for anxiety
Every night the same dream
Every day the same morning
The usual routine, familiar streets
The same city, the same faces
I can, I will
Realize my desires
I can, I will
But not today
Avoiding questions to myself
In the clear realization of the fact
That I won’t like heard answer
About life that’ve been lived in vain
About life that is too short
Habitual way of familiar things
Usual circle of acquaintances and friends
In a fear of crossing the line
I build a strong barrier
Protecting me from myself
Shielding me…
Every single day brings only suffering
Each sunbeam is a reason to hide deeper
Reject all thoughts of meaning of life
Reject all thoughts, reject my life
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Empty Conversations Karaganda, Kazakhstan
We are Empty Conversations. We live in Karaganda (Kazakhstan, Middle Asia). We surely can say that our region is incompatible with hardcore and any kind of punk music. But in spite of this fact we keep playing hardcore even because we like it. As far as possible we record our songs and upload it to you survey. And if you wonder if punk music exists in Kazakhstan, we can declare that it does. ... more
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