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Refused lyrics
Album: Shape of Punk to Come [1997]
| Liberation Frequency | |
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It's coming through the air
For all of us to hear
Could it be the sounds of liberation
Or just the image of detention?
We want the airwaves back
We want the airwaves back
We don't just want airtime
We want all the time all of the time
We want the airwaves back
We want the airwaves back
We don't just want transmission
We want...
What frequency are you getting?
Is it noise or sweet sweet music?
What frequency will liberation be?
What frequency will liberation be?
It's coming through the air
For all of us to hear
Could it be the sounds of liberation
Or just the image of detention?
Control my flower
Business, news all ready to devour
Who's in charge and what does he say?
Is he playing the alternative or does it sound the same old way?
We want the airwaves back
We want the airwaves back
We want transmission for the people (by the people)
We mean...
We wanted everything
We needed everything
We needed everything
What frequency are you getting?
Is it noise or sweet sweet music?
What frequency will liberation be?
What frequency? What frequency?
What frequency are you getting?
Is it noise or sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet?
What frequency will liberation be?
What frequency? What frequency? What frequency?
We want the airwaves back
We want the airwaves back
We don't just want airtime
We want all the time all of the time
What frequency are you getting?
Is it noise or sweet sweet music?
What frequency will liberation be?
What frequency will liberation be?
What frequency are you getting?
Is it noise or sweet sweet sweet?
What frequency will liberation be?
What frequency? What frequency?
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| The Deadly Rhythm | |
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(of The Production Line)
This union that made us powerless is talking over our heads. Claiming prosperity in a downward spiral plan.
Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line. This power that made us unionless is taking out of our hands.
Cheapest labour at our expensive cost, auctioned our lives away. We consume our lives like we are thankful for what we are being forced into.
Is it our duty to die for governments and for gods? Is it our privilege to slave for market and industry? Is it our right to follow laws set to scare and oppress?
Is it our gift to stay in line and will it take away the blame?
We can no longer pay the price. We’ll get organised. We will no longer believe that working for you will set us free.
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| Summerholidays vs. Punkroutine | |
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I'm tired of losing myself to some stupid childhood dream of what I could have been
Money proves the point and I'm stuck between summer holidays & punk routine
I shoot off a 100 things to remain more sorry than safe, you see
I only get this fucking chance once and I just can't let it be
Well, I'm still certain that what motivates me is more rewarding than any piece of paper could be
Well adjusted & corrupt, all those icons that stole our teenage lust
A scenario of simplicity, a scenario of you and me
A scenario of simplicity, a scenario of you and me
Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered - remembered - for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered - remembered - for giving in
We're all tired of dying, so sick of not trying
Scared that we might fail, we'll accomplish nothing
We're all tired of dying, so sick of not trying
Scared that we might fail, we'll accomplish nothing
Not even failure
Not even failure
Not even failure
Not even failure
Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered - remembered - for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered - remembered - for giving in
Giving in
Giving in
Giving in
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| New Noise | |
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Can I scream? Yeah!
We lack the motion to move to the new beat
We lack the motion to move to the new beat
It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it
Can afford the luxury of turning our heads
Adjust that thousand dollars smile and behold the creation of man
Great words won't cover ugly actions - good frames won't save bad paintings
We lack the motion to move to the new beat. Yeah!
We lack... motion
When the day is over - Hey! - the doors are locked on us
Money buys the access - and we can't pay the cost
And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice?
We need new noise - new art for the real people
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not leading
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not...
Leading
We dance - all the wrong songs
We enjoy - all the wrong moves
We dance - all the wrong songs
We dance - all the wrong songs
We enjoy - all the wrong moves
We dance - all the wrong songs
Here we go!
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not leading. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
Thank you.
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| The Refused Party Program | |
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This is the pulse, this is the sound
This is the beat of a new generation
This is the movement, this is the rhythm
This is the noise of revolution
Yeah! Yeah! Arrrrh!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Refused party programme
Refused party programme
Refused party programme
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!
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| Protest Song '68 | |
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["To sing you must first open your mouth.
You must have a pair of lungs and a little knowledge of music. It is not neccessary
to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is that I want to sing. Then
this is a song, I'm singing." -H. Miller ]
I breathe in & I, I create
Rewoke the spirit '68
Fresh meaning to torn ideas
Let's bring life to old clich©s
Punch a hole in tradition, yeah!
Let's listen to the songs of discontent
To the chords & the movement
To the chords & the movement
It could all be so simple
We would all stand baffled by the precision & accuracy
Our jaws would hurt from dropping so hard, fast & unexpectedly
It would be the perfect metaphor
Be the perfect song we'd be singing
I breathe out & I scream
Rewoke Malatesta's dream
Inspiration from the past
Focus to the future at last
Fixed dogmas can't substitute
Creative thought & action
It could be dangerous
Art as a real threat
All it is it words
Words said a million time before
All it is is a song
A song sung a million times before
I breathe in, I create
Rewoke the spirit '68
I breathe out, I scream
Rewoke Malatestas dream
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| Refused Are Fuckin Dead | |
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Refused - Refused Are Fucking Dead
Beyond ability & control we could be weekend lovers
Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution
Whispered all across the street about the, about the new cool call
Or screamed at your face like a scabs payroll
Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies & puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don't have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies & puckered lips
We don't have the patience to deal with it. Yeah!
Get down, get down. Can I get a witness? Oh!
This I gotta see
Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in!
One more time for me. Yeah!
Gotta get away from this town
Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in!
One more time for me. Go!
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience
We don't have the patience.
Yeah!
Get down
Listen to him
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
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| The Shape of Punk to Come | |
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Hey baby! you never felt this good
Freedom through your stereo and you wish you could
Take a bite, do a dance, get lost on a crusade, jump on this soul train: destination unknown
Yeah! Yeah! Arrrh!
We're all dressed up, we've got somewhere to go
All dressed up with somewhere to go
I told you so! I told you so!
We're all dressed up, we've got somewhere to go
All dressed up
I told you so! I told you so! I told you so!
Hey baby! never felt this free
A pair of new shoes & a punk rock show to see
Give acclamation to these blue ribbon babies, check the calendar for the expiration date
We've all been bitten
We've all been underground
We've all been beaten, battered, bruised, told to get down
We've all been bitten
We've all been shot down
We've all been beaten, battered, bruised, told to get down
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
We're all dressed up, we've got somewhere to go
All dressed up with somewhere to go
I told you so! I told you so!
We're all dressed up, we've got somewhere to go
All dressed up
I told you so! I told you so! I told you so!
Adolescent beats with a new thing to see
Smashed guitars just like you've seen on T.V.
With burning speakers & flaming hair
We'll have a riot right here
We'll have a riot right here
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| Tannhäuser/Derivé | |
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So where do we go from here?
Just about anywhere.
Disorientated but alive.
Boredom won't get me tonight.
Let's bring this city to life - to light - tonight.
There is no destination
but with a goal in mind we can all be realistic and demand the impossible.
Let's bring this city to life - to light - tonight.
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