1. |
||||
|
The storm has passed, but another one is on the horizon
and you can't see the end from the place that you're standing in right now.
There's no shelter, there's no hope.
The sun will dry your tears just to make way for new ones to fall.
Distant memories are fading away
and you're confusing them with your dreams.
Once you had a home, but everything is gone.
There's a burden on your chest that hurts like hell
but you can't scream that pain away.
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
I'm a blank page out of a pointless book,
ripped out, dropped to the ground
and got ran over so many times.
Hold me close, or hit me hard,
give a purpose to my life.
Hold me close, or hit me hard,
cause i'm gonna break apart.
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
It's not about brands, it's not about trends,
it's not that much about
sound that comes out from the amps.
It's so much more
than the size of your pants
than your tattoos
or your Vans (or whatever).
Wear what you want
but don't make it a big deal.
That doesn't make you fake or real.
It's not about dress codes and hairstyles,
it's about similar minds.
|
||||
4. |
West Of The Sun
01:50
|
|||
|
Giving up everything and leaving
without looking back.
Scared of life, scared of death
you've traded everything you had
for the bottle full of false happines.
Giving up everything and leaving
without looking back.
You're the captain you're the float
of this sinking paper boat
(and you'll drown in your own misery).
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
Angry rats with frozen hearts
merciless to anyone,
lurking through the streets,
searching for the prey.
Twisted minds just wanna have fun.
But i'm not scared of the ratking,
i'll get you one by one,
and when everything is done
i'll hit you one more time.
No mercy for the merciless,
no tolerance for the ignorant violence.
Frozen hearts are full of hate.
Stop the ratking before it's too late.
I'll fight back, i'll hunt you down.
What goes around, comes around,
first hit is yours, revenge is mine.
|
||||
6. |
Grave Of The Fireflies
00:53
|
|||
7. |
Nakon svih vas
03:21
|
|||
|
Obrisi tvoga lika nestaju, blijede
manje vremena bilo je s tobom, nego bez tebe.
Pred svitanje sve ulice su iste
i vode na ista mjesta.
Pred svitanje nepovezane misli
me od sna odvlače.
Poneka suza i par slomljenih srca
je sve što ostane iza nas
i kad postanemo ništa
i sunce otopi u snijegu naš poslednji trag
one koji ostaju život slama
pa zaborav pokriva sjećanja,
teške riječi postanu teže,
al' muk je ono što nas ubija.
Ja sam umirao nakon svih vas
i rađao se opet drugačiji.
Krik,
Izolacija postaje bol
postaje praznina
uvijek je tu kad sami smo.
Budimo se u strahu
kad sanjamo
srećne snove.
“So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
Sheeps and fools obeying the rules,
dying in a mud, being used as tools.
It seems that after all these wars
people are too tired to reach the shores.
Working all day for a piece of bread.
Fight to survive but you're dead at the end.
There is a price for a human life,
bribe the doctor who sharpens the knife.
|
||||
If you like Gloves Off, you may also like:
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments.
go to album
Sinister Feeling
by Sinister Feeling
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 29, 2024
go to album
This Is All We Ever Get
by SPACED
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet.
go to album
A massive compilation of Washington DC duo Teen Mortgage's fuzzed out, propulsive garage punk singles and EPs.
go to album
Escape From New York
by Cash Bribe
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut.
go to album
Harsh Reality
by Stress Positions
Chicagoans craft indomitable hardcore for uncertain times, full of mangled riffs, and larynx-shredding hooks—plus a touch of post-punk.
go to album
Revved-up and totally askew post-punk from Buffalo’s Ismatic Guru, with guitars that corkscrew like mad.
go to album
