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Intro
01:07
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Tanzverbot
01:58
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An anti-gay minister fucking 25 men,
A Marlboro smoking monkey found its inner Zen.
A man ate 41 eggs, then he died,
KFC once served a rat, it was fried.
How to understand this? I don´t get it!
Grab them by the pussy, the president said.
Soon there will be insects on your plate.
Hitlers skull was sold to an alien, that’s insane!
A German school banned jogging pants, how mundaine!
British court decided Döner is no delicacy,
Sounds to me like a Kebab conspiracy.
Our planet will be smashed by a giant rock.
A crazy catfish killed a dog, what a shock!
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3. |
Chemistry Kit
03:15
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Don´t wake me up! I don´t want to get dressed.
Just let me be. I got nothing to confess.
Don´t start to argue! I don´t wanna see your face.
I don´t want to work hard, I don’t wanna run through this maze.
I don’t want to, I don’t need to do anything!
I´m just a bunch of cells and atoms, not much more!
Protein connections, a DNA String!
I`m just a Chemistry kit! From skin to core!
I´m just a Chemistry kit! I´m just a Chemistry kit!
Don´t want to do drugs, just want to find my own peace.
Don´t want to live fast, just want to feel the ease.
Don´t start to argue! And don´t say it´s just a phase.
I don´t need to explain myself, for finding a way through the maze.
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4. |
SUV Wanker
02:02
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You thought, it´s such a nice day,
To take out your Jeep for a ride.
Fifty thousand Euro,
Boost your ego, boost your pride.
Violence towards objects is my hobby.
Me on my bike, we gonna fuck you up!
Violence towards objects is my hobby.
I´m always up for trouble – bad luck!
You thought, it would be clever,
Driving around just to be cool.
Annoying everyone in my neighborhood.
That´s the proof, the proof you´re a fool!
I dream of breaking the mirrors,
Slicing the tires and scratching the paint.
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5. |
Stuck
02:46
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You came whispering from the radio,
I had no chance to get away.
You sneaked in my head, now you´re here to stay.
You´re stuck in my head!
My thoughts spiral down a vortex,
I don´t know what else to do,
This shit is crawling into my ears
You´re stuck in my head and I hate you!
I am whistling and singing all fucking day,
My mind is spinning in circles.
My friends are joining in and sing,
This shit is fucking contagious.
Stuck! Stuck! Stuck! You´re stuck in my head and I hate you!
A catchy melody, a Beatles tune or a TV-show jingle,
One-hit-wonder, Michael Jackson or a Britney Spears single.
You´re stuck in my head and I hate you so much!
You´re stuck in my head and I hate it!
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6. |
Refuse To Tell
02:56
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Gimme a pillow! Gimme a beer!
Tell another story and give me a cheer.
Don´t ask about my days. I´m well.
There´s nothing new. There´s nothing to tell.
What´s the point with your work life balance?
Isn´t it another full time challenge?
What about your parents, still related to the cross?
Is your neighbor still the leg man of his boss?
I won´t say! I refuse to tell!
Maybe I´m a killer, but I refuse to tell.
I slip inside your head, cause I´m like a screw.
I´m digging deeper, but you have no clue!
You might think, my attention is gone.
No, you couldn´t be more wrong!
How long I stand by your side,
Depends on how long you provide.
Close your eyes and you´ll see.
You know nothing about me.
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7. |
Steady Six Degrees
02:11
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The world spins fast, tells me an AI.
What´s now, what´s past? Hello, Goodbye.
What´s the right track? Where is the light?
What´s white, what´s black? Tell me, AI!
Give me something to rely on!
Put a Jesus on the wall.
Just have some beers, just have some fun.
Give me something to rely on!
Going to work, I feel so stressed.
I don´t suffer, but feel helpless, obsessed.
I feel so guilty for our world´s mess.
Maybe I start believing. Praise Jesus, God bless.
No solutions to be seen, but I need something to believe in!
I like pubs, cause I like a brew. Beer is nothing new.
Is it out of fashion? I don´t care, don’t you see?
It´s the only constant! Steady six degrees!
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8. |
The Next Level
03:18
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You may be wondering `cause you hear me scream.
What else can I do when I die on screen?
I create worlds and I fight with the devil.
It´s hard to take breaks when you could reach the next level.
I create worlds and I fight with the devil.
It´s hard to take breaks when you could reach the next level.
Flickering screens, an endless grind.
I am Monkey Islands Mastermind!
I sit at home alone, but it doesn´t matter
My community is online and they are even better
I will never stop, I don´t need the strife.
What can I say? That´s my life!
He is the King, the King of Monkey Island!
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9. |
Magic Bag
01:59
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Went to a club to a punk rock show.
The night got very long, riffs and beers, you know?!
I found a magic bag of something green on the ground.
Somehow I thought that shit is safe and sound.
So I took it, so I took it , so I took it – So I took it.
The next day I wanted to fall asleep.
The little bag smiled at me like a candy treat.
So I rolled a little blunt, so I rolled a little joint.
It`s just a little weed, why not, what´s the point?
So I smoked it, so I smoked it, so I smoked it – So I smoked it.
I´ve never been clean, always stayed off the wagon.
But I ´ve never been keen to chase the dragon.
I always kept my hands of fucking opioids.
But that night was a close shot, I got paranoid.
Chasing the dragon, chasing the dragon, chasing the dragon.
I chased the dragon, I chased the dragon, I chased the dragon.
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10. |
Percussive Maintenance
03:42
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Talking, asking, daring, shouting
Just a waste of time!
Hoping, whining, begging, praying
Won´t win you a dime!
Licking, stroking, petting, loving
This will not suffice!
Caressing, cuddling, fondling, snuggeling
Won´t fix your device!
Touch it, knock it, hit it, break it
Percussive Maintenance!
Kick it, beat it, punch it, bash it
Embrace some violence!
You feel an urge. Just enjoy your rage.
Energy accumulating, about to break.
There´s no need to talk, don´t be polite,
Just follow the instinctive hateful rite.
Shaking fingers, a twitching eye,
You feel the relief, you´re getting high.
It´s magical, it is pure joy,
Hit the machine, fix or destroy!
Hit the machine! Fix or destroy!
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Concrete Lipstick Dresden, Germany
2024 - New Album STUCK out now!
Gäbe es eine Punker-BRAVO, wären Concrete Lipstick wohl jede Woche drin. Nicht
nur, weil sie (zurecht) an jeder Steckdose spielen, sondern auch weil hier so einiges zusammenkommt, was Punks jeder Couleur zum tanzen, singen und mitwippen bringt.
Skandi-Punk trifft auf englischen oldschool und wird mit einer rauen Hand Ami-Punkrock abgeschliffen. Na feeeetzig!
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