VA - Beautiful Pictures

[Sun of a Beach]

Панк после смерти панка - это анархо-панк. Более умный и тонкий, чем его предшественники, анархо-панк предвидел вхождение самого себя в поток и выгорел буквально за несколько лет, оставив нам по себе несколько десятков самобытных групп с разной обширности дискографиями. Критика превращения протеста в продукт и субкультуры в акт потребления стала его отличительной чертой. Составляя компиляцию, я более всего старался уделить внимания особенно звучащим группам вроде Fatal Microbes, The Mob и острым, цепляющим ум текстам песен как у Poison Girls, Crass или вошедшего сюда хита группы Chumbawamba.

1. Fatal Microbes - Violence Grows
2. Flux of Pink Indians - Tube Disaster
3. Subhumans - No
4. Zounds - War - Subvert
5. Chumbawamba - Adversity - Total Control
6. The Mob - Cry of a Morning
7. Crass - What Did You Care
8. Poison Girls - Persons Unknown
9. The Mob - Another Day, Another Death
10. Vex - Relative Sadness

Тексты

Fatal Microbes - Violence Grows

When you're getting kicked to death in a london pedestrian subway
Don't think passers-by will help, they'll just look the other way
They've seen too much they don't wanna know, they don't wanna know
Violence grows, violence grows, violence grows....

People travel on the bus but they don't pay their way
It's so easy to say "push off" when the conductor asks you to pay
Now the conductor keeps it shut, 'cos the conductor knows
Violence grows, violence grows, violence grows...

Children at home just come and go, their parents can't say no
Now they know what's best, now they know violence grows
This generation's changing fast, this generation glorifies in violence
Violence grows, violence grows, violence grows..

Everybody keeps it shut 'cos everybody knows
Violence grows....

Flux of Pink Indians - Tube Disasters

i love tube disasters
i wanna marry a tube disaster
i want another one like the last one
cause i live for tube disasters yeah

build up some speed
don't shut your eyes
make sure that everyone in the train dies
you don't get no prize no time to say goodbyes
just smile everyone,
you'll be on t.v. tonight that's right

i love tube disasters
i wanna marry a tube disaster
i want another one like the last one
Find more similar lyrics on
cause i live for tube disasters yeah

go through a wall forget about the brakes
it's so much easier than the pills you can take
i go through moorgate and i'm wide awake
but no bloody driver's gone and made a mistake,
that's yet
is it me that needs a home?
not likely, vicarious of living rids your boredom

i love tube disasters
i wanna marry a tube disaster
i want another one like the last one
cause i live for tube disasters yeah

Subhumans - No

No I don't believe in Jesus Christ
My mother died of cancer when I was 5
No I don't believe in religion
I was forced to go to church, I wasn't told why

No I don't believe in the police force
Police brutality isn't a dream
No I don't believe in the system cos
Nothing it does makes sense to me

Don't worry you'll get over it
You'll grow up, you'll calm down
Another youth, another fashion
You'll get over it, you'll come down
Find more similar lyrics on
You don't really mean what you say
You've had too much to drink
Don't be so full of hated
It's not as bad as you think

No I don't believe in what you say
You're just part of what I despise
Yes you're part of the fucking system
I ain't blind, I can see your lies
Cos the system thrives on ignorance
What the public don't know, they can't reject
In the face of you all I stand defiant
The rest of the people, they wanna forget

Zounds - War

There's war in Afghanistan
And war in Northern Ireland
And war in South America
And war in Africa

And war - Violence
War - Oppression

There's violence in London
And violence in Bristol
And violence in New York
And violence in Moscow

And war - Violence
War - Oppression

There's war in Heaven
Unrest on Earth
And war in my head
And war in my house

Subvert

If you gotta job
You can be an agent
You can work for revolution
In your place of employment

If you gotta job you can be an agent
You can work for revolution in your place of employment
If you work in a factory throw a spanner in the works
Internal sabotage, hit them where it hurts


If you gotta job
Where they treat you like a slave
Where they treat you like a zombie
In their corporate grave

If you work in a office making tea for the bosses
While they are getting richer on ten time your pay
They may think you're stupid but you're working undercover
You've got the potential to disobey

If you've got a job
Cause there's nothing else to do
Where they think they've got you trapped in
The boxes that they choose

If you've got a job you can be an agent
If you work in a kitchen you can redistribute food
If you are a policeman ordered to arrest me
You don't have to do it, you can refuse

If you gotta job
You can be an agent
You can work for revolution
In your place of employment

If you gotta job you can be an agent
You can work for revolution in your place of employment
If you work in a factory throw a spanner in the works
Internal sabotage, hit them where it hurts

Chumbawamba - Revolution

A dog stares into a gramaphone trumpet
Waits for his call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to attention
Look a little closer, the dog is a man
Working on the factory floor as hard as he can
The trumpets is a loudspeaker, fixed into the roof
The man can hear His Master's Voice
And it always tells the truth
The man obeys his master, and carries out his work
And of course he is rewarded with bonuses and perks
You see, they have an understanding
And this is it:
The man stands under his master
Whilst his master has a shit

There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeat
Never that cycle incomplete
Never enough to tip the scales
Too many people rotting in jails
Or bloodied on the battlefields
The history books from every age
Have the same words written on every page
Always starting with 'Revolution'
And ending with 'Capitulation'
Always silenced by the truncheon
Or bought out with concessions
Always repetition...
Repetition... repetition... repetition...

'I'm the boss of the factory
'I'm in charge of the U.K.C.
'Shopfloor workers run and fetch
'As I sit around and smugly watch
'And the process makes me stinking rich'
We're all links in the factory chain
And the chain grows longer day by day
And whilst we're apart
The process won't stop
Repetition... repetition... repetition...

But we're kept apart by philosophies
And moral stances and policies
We'll be stuck in our own little ghettos forever
'Til we start to work together
Together... Together... Together...

Together in the open or together in our little heaven?
Fighting for total change, or working for concessions?
Do we take what is ours, or ask that it be given?
Are we stealing it together, or asking for permission?
Even though we disagree we share a common enemy
Our methods may not be the same
But together we can break the chain
Different aims, different means, with common ground in between
Don't sit back, it's time to act
This life is ours, let's snatch it back

Even though we disagree we share a common enemy
Our methods may not be the same
But together we can break the chain
Different aims, different means, with common ground in between
Don't sit back, it's time to act
This life is ours, let's snatch it back

The time has come to make a choice
Stop taking orders from His Master's Voice!

The Mob - Cry of a Morning

No time for love if they come in the morning
No time to show fear or for tears in the morning
No time for goodbyes, no time to ask why
And the wail of the siren is the cry of the morning

No time for hate if they come in the morning
No time, young mothers, for mourning
No time for turning or running away
Of the crying young babies in the morning

No time to fight back if they come in the morning
No time for withdrawal or for hiding
No time for reflection of lost dreams and hopes
And the wail of the siren is the cry of the morning
And the wail of the siren is the cry

Crass - What Did You Care

Making the compromises
What did you know? What did you care?
Brave fronts, deceitful disguises
What did you know? What did you care?
Turning a blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together
But sometimes when I'm alone like this, I wonder whether it's worth it

Smiling and socialising
What did you know? What did you care?
Endless philosophising
What did you know? What did you care?
Surface agreements, statements of fact, trying to prove we can do it
But sometimes when I'm alone like this, I wonder just who can see through it

Bargains and sacrifices
What did you know? What did you care?
Cheap tricks and cheaper devices
What did you know? What did you care?
Holding the vision but losing our sight, endlessly searching solution
But sometimes when I'm alone like this, I wonder how much it's just institution

What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
Anarchy's become another word for, "Got 10p to spare?"
What did you know? What did you care?
Another way of saying, "I'm okay-- sod you out there."
What did you know? What did you care?
Another token tantrum to cover up the fear
What did you know? What did you care?
Another institution, another cross to bear
What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?
What did you know? What did you care?

Poison Girls - Persons Unknown

This is a message to persons unknown
Persons in hiding. Persons unknown
Survival in silence
Isn't good enough no more
Keeping your mouth shut head in the sand
Terrorists and saboteurs
Each and every one of us
Hiding in shadows persons unknown

Hey there Mr. Average
You don't exist you never did
Hiding in shadows persons unknown
Habits of hiding
Soon will be the death of us
Dying in secret from poisons unknown
This is a message to persons unknown
Strangers and passers-by
Persons unknown
Turning a blind eye
Hope to go unrecognized
Keeping your secrets persons unknown

Housewives and prostitutes
Plumbers in boiler suits
Truants in coffee bars
Who think you're alone
Big men on building sites
Sick men in dressing gowns
Agents in motor cars
Who never go home
Women in factories
One parent families
Women in purdah
Persons unknown
Wild girls and criminals
Rotting in prison cells
Patients in corridors
Persons unknown
Statistics on balance sheets
Numbered and rubberstamped
Blind and invisible
You're lost in your homes
Liggers and layabouts
Lovers on roundabouts
Wake up in the morning
Persons unknown
Accountants in nylon shirts
Feminists in floral skirts
Nurses for when it hurts
Persons unknown
Astronauts and celibates
Deejays and hypocrites
Liars and lunatics
Persons unknown
Hopefuls on football pools
Teachers in empty schools
Kids into heroin not yet full grown
Typists and usherettes
Black men who can't forget
The lonely who long for
Persons unknown
Closet idealists
Baldheaded realists
Rastas and bikers
The voice on the phone
Pimps and economists
Royalty and communists
Rioters and pacifists
Persons unknown
Visionaries with coloured hair
Leather boys who just don't care
Garter girls with time to spare
Persons unknown
Judges with prejudice
Dissidents and anarchists
Policemen deal dirty tricks
To persons unknown
Strikers and pickets
Collectors of tickets
Radical architects
The queen on her throne
Soldiers in uniform
Sailors and stevedores
Beggars and bankers
Perjurers and men of law
Persons unknown
Football crowd hooligans
Bunking off school again
Workers down tools again
United's at home
Smokers with heart disease
leaners of lavatories
The old with their memories
Persons unknown

Flesh and blood are who we are
Flesh and blood are what we are
Flesh and blood are who we are

Our cover is blown...

The Mob - Another Day, Another Death

I woke up screaming from the nightmare that's begun again
Cold tears of sweat dripping down my face
I slipped up again, I slipped up again
The radio is playing songs whirling in my head

Another day another death
Another day another death
Ice cold needle that splits my every breath
Another day another death

The cold and frigid wind that blows through every crack
The wild and tortured dream - the straw that broke the camel's back
We slipped up again, we slipped up again
And I wanna know why, I wanna know why

Another day another death
Another day another death
Ice cold needle that splits my every breath
Another day another death

I'm reaching out again and clutching flowers thrown in the breeze
They're all quite meaningless and yet they mean so much to me
We slipped up again by not recalling all the pain
And I wanna know why, I wanna know why

Another day another death
Another day another death
Ice cold needle that splits my every breath
Another day another death

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[scary_nickname]

Сообщение от Самозванка

Критика превращения протеста в продукт и субкультуры в акт потребления стала его отличительной чертой.

Покажусь профаном, видимо, но меня просто всегда отталкивали политические ярлыки, и слова "анархопанк" я избегал. Зацени пару показательных текстов, например, а?

Сродни этому?

x-ray spex

identity is the crisis, can't you see?

when you look in the mirror
do you see yourself?
do you see yourself
on the t.v. screen?
do you see yourself in the magazine?
when you see yourself
does it make you scream?

when you look in the mirror
do you smash it quick?
do you take the glass
and slash your wrists?
did you do it for fame?
did you do it in a fit?
did you do it before
you read about it?

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[Sun of a Beach]

Да, я как раз вспомнил про тексты, потому что в этом случае они имеют большое значение) В первом посте тексты девяти песен, только последнюю не нашел.

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Сообщение от scary_nickname

Покажусь профаном, видимо, но меня просто всегда отталкивали политические ярлыки, и слова "анархопанк" я избегал. Зацени пару показательных текстов, например, а?

Самый каноничный случай, с которого все началось, это песня Crass "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,
But it ain't for revolution, it's just for cash.
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
And it ain't got a thing to do with you or me.

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Сообщение от scary_nickname

слова "анархопанк" я избегал

И, кстати, очень зря, потому что музыкально это на 88% пост-панк. А еще альбом Crass "Yes Sir, I Will" это своего рода "Русское Поле Экспериментов", только в несколько раз дольше

[Прожектор]

Сообщение от Самозванка

Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
And it ain't got a thing to do with you or me

[Sun of a Beach]

Прожектор,

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Тарас тоже приложился к оформлению обложки, и ему спасибо

[valmakar]

Сообщение от Самозванка

Chumbawamba - Adversity - Total Control

о, дякую, що нагадав про цю пісню ще раз. вона захоплює своїм звучанням повністю - саме те, що я люблю в подібній музиці. і текст - дуже влучний у своїй протестності. треба побільше їх послухати

[Sun of a Beach]

Сообщение от valmakar

о, дякую, що нагадав про цю пісню ще раз. вона захоплює своїм звучанням повністю - саме те, що я люблю в подібній музиці. і текст - дуже влучний у своїй протестності. треба побільше їх послухати

Ти шариш Найкраща пісня на компіляції і, можливо, в усьому жанрі. Після неї вони кинули грати в такому ключі, в дев"яностих грали попсу, а сьогодні грають щось таке:

YouTube

[valmakar]

Сообщение от Самозванка

Найкраща пісня на компіляції і, можливо, в усьому жанрі.

взагалі, дуже сильна робота - Revolution EP. уже другий день слухаю. спробую, що там у них на дебютному повноформатинку ще.

Сообщение от Самозванка

а сьогодні грають щось таке:

ех, жаль, але не сильно вразило

[Мій Хижак]

Сборник забавный вышел кстати, только словил себя на мысли что британский акцент бесит - может временно

[Лунный самогон]

Сообщение от Самозванка

10. Vex - Relative Sadness

Они тоже анархопанк?

[Sun of a Beach]

Лунный самогон, да, там в теме все написано.

[Доброжелатель]

Замечательная компиляция! Послушал её, и руки сами потянулись к темам о представленных исполнителях


Самозванка, дякуюдякуюдякуюдякую!

[moonbeam rider]

Очень понравилась данная компиляция, особенно Fatal Microbes, Zounds, Subhumans и Чунга-Чанга (). Правда, Poison Girls показались мне нудными, но на компиляции ещё до кучи интересных вещей. Автору компиляции

[Сява]

Что ж вы люди делаете-то? Где же Crisis?)

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На сборнике vol.2 реквестую более неизвестные для (я сейчас скажу это слово на букву к) среднестатистической кузьмы группы, как то (A).P.P.L.(E)., Brother Inferior, Icons of Filth, The Apostles, Flowers In The Dustbin, Omega Tribe, Thatcher on Acid, Toxic Waste, Political Asylum (сука, анарходримпоп!!!), Fleas and Lice, 1919, The Snipers и всяческими Guernica y Luno. Конечно, я бы еще насоветовал в контексте анархопанка как "анархо" всякие быстрые и тяжелые группы из т.н. "политического панка второй волны", как то Sin Dios, Active Minds, Conflict (впрочем, они - спорный вопрос), Aus-Rotten, Crucifix, Naked Aggression, (A)//Political, Sanctus Iuda, The Restarts, Chaos UK, Disorder, MDC, но это-то как раз не закатируется людьми, которые слушают анархопанк из-за его "постпанковости")

[blood clot]

сцилка бита.
люди, вилийте збірку на серв плз!
хочу зацінити

[Sun of a Beach]

blood clot, та ну, все працює, лінк не битий. Щойно перевірив.

[blood clot]

Самозванка, ага, працює вже.
а то пробував через різні браузери і фанарь...

[Sun of a Beach]

Вторая часть компиляции, более унылая грустная, чем первая, еще более пост-панковая и более рафинированная в звучании. За обложку спасибо Джону Карпентеру и Тарасу "Drop" Якобчуку



1. Political Asylum "Winter of Our Discontent"
2. Famous Imposters "Would Anything Change"
3. Crisis "Laughing"
4. The Astronauts "Typically English Day"
5. Anarka and Poppy "If It Dies We Die"
6. Omega Tribe "When I'm With You"
7. Alternative "Now I Realize"
8. Youth In Asia "When the Wind Blows"
9. The Mob "No Doves Fly Here"
10. Thatcher On Acid "Thatcher On Acid"
11. Famous Imposters "Open your Eyes"

некоторые тексты

Political Asylum "Winter of Our Discontent"

The fields have turned grey and the trees have lost their leaves
There’s no one to be seen, only crosses and wreaths
Row upon row of graves lying there
They died for their country but it doesn’t seem to care
I don’t wanna die
As the harsh wind whips up and the rain turns to snow
The priest said they died for God but how were they to know
That when they joined up, their heads held high
That in the next six months they were all going to die
I don’t wanna die
I’ll no longer fight, for them their wars
I’m sick of it now, I don’t want it no more
If they want to maim, let them get on with it
But leave me out of their self-made shit
I don’t wanna die


The Astronauts "Typically English Day"

On a typically English day
When the man in the street always has his say
On a terraced house with no yard
A couple of people are playing cards
And the street outside is a dance hall floor of the lunatic brigade
To help compensate the profits and the losses of the men who'd been self made
And she says maybe we should leave this place
And she says watch out I've trumped your ace
And they put the cards back and quietly turn away
And they both have a doze on a typically English day

And on a typically English night
When the announcer on the telly hopes that we're alright
On a terraced house with thatched roof
A couple of people are hoping for truth
Because it's getting colder and they're both aware
That their health is getting poor
And a man in a sports jacket on the TV
Was saying something about the war
And he says if I wasn't confined to this bed
I'd pick up my pistol and go and teach the reds
And she says "I know dear" and quietly turns off the light
And they both have a doze on a typically English night

And on a typically English day
When the baying of the hounds keeps the fallout at bay
On a terraced house with no yard
A couple of people are finding it hard
But he says they can drop all the bombs they like just as long as I've got you
So lay down next to me, hold my hand, lets make love like we used to do
And damn this gout, and damn this leg
I really want to have you and I ain't got time to beg
So the fire storm slowly came their way
So lets leave them to cry on a typically English day.


Anarka and Poppy "If It Dies We Die"

It's an easy lifestyle they say but you don't experience others pain,
we're all exploited we're all in chains,
do you think that they're not watching you you are in range.

There's only one earth and we're all on it,
we all inhabit it we are part of it.

You know our world is dying,
that means us too,
we're dying every day,
they're killing me and you.

You have the potential to at least shout,
for the home that is so dear, do you really care?
Whatever happens to this earth affects you,
so let's keep our world in safe hands and keep the sky blue.

For your children and your children's children give them many years to come,
let them see the natural earth instead of something made by man.

If it dies, we die...


Alternative "Now I Realize"

Sometimes it seems so pointless, my head hits off a wall.
No peace, or love, or understanding, no reason for it all.
Fighting losing battles with people I cannot reach.
Realization of my future, a future I cannot see.

Out in the dark there is only you.

Living on illusions, can't face reality,
Knocking down the symptoms that create these fantasies,
Priorities of tough struggle together in my mind,
My goal, my future, anarchy, discovery takes time.

Out in the dark there is only you.

People seem so distant when I've held them by the hand,
Expressions contradict their thoughts,
Can't seem to understand
Hope held for the future lifts me high above their thought,
Realization of my freedom, a freedom that can't be bought.

Out in the dark there is only you.

Sometimes it seems so pointless, my head hits off a wall,
No peace, or love, or understanding,
No reason for it all,
Fighting losing battles with people I cannot reach,
Realization of my future, a future I cannot see

Out in the dark there is only you.


Youth In Asia "When the Wind Blows " (lyrics incomplete)

I missed the beginning so I never saw the act,
can you tell me what happened to her blood my friends,
the girl dressed in blue she turned to red,
is it true what they say that they die of protest,
oooh uuh hoo oohh oohh
they died of protest.

I missed the beginning
Again and again
can somebody tell me
is this really the end

????????????

Where dreams turn to nightmares
and the day turns to night.

oooh uuh hoo oohh oohh ... they died of protest

The Mob "No Doves Fly Here"

The sky is empty and it's turning different shades of colour,
It never did before and we never asked for war.
My mind is empty and my body different shapes of torture,
It never was before and we never asked for war.
No-one is moving and no doves fly here,
No-one is thinking and no doves fly here,
No-one remembers beyond all this fear,

No doves fly here

The buildings are empty and the countryside is wasteland,
It never was before and we never asked for war.
The playgrounds are empty and the children limbless corpses,
They never were before and they never asked for war.
No-one is moving and no doves fly here,
No-one is thinking and no doves fly here,
No-one remembers beyond all this
fear,

No doves fly here


Famous Imposters "Open your Eyes"

And as I look about me,
I wonder who really cares,
While were so safe and protected,
Theres a world dying out there.

This earth has so much to offer,
It should be a gift to all,
But weve let it be taken from us,
Well nows the time to reclaim
whats ours.

Theres no time for sitting back,
Its up yo us to make the change,
Each of us has got the power,
Realise it, break ignorances reign.

We cant afford to swollow the lies,
The time has come, the time is now,
Look up and think, OPEN YOUR EYES!

[свернуть]

скрытый контент

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[Прожектор]

Сообщение от Самозванка

куда более грустная, чем первая, еще более пост-панковая и более рафинированная в звучании

сразу бы так

[Контакт-Хня]

Дякую, за тексти і такі цікаві групи.

[Sun of a Beach]

Сообщение от Контакт-Хня

Дякую, за тексти і такі цікаві групи.

Спасибо, я начинаю думать, что все это незря)

[Sun of a Beach]

А у кого-то остался первый сборник? Ссылка на серв померла, как и мои архивы с музыкой.