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Hyades: "The Roots Of Trash" – 2009

энциклопедия: Hyades

Состав группы:

  • Jerico Biagiotti – бас
  • Rodolfo Ridolfi – ударные
  • Lorenzo Testa – гитара, вокал
  • Mark Negonda – гитара
  • Marco Colombo – вокал

Приглашённые музыканты:

  • Valerio Rizzotti – акустическая гитара
  • Silvano Ancellotti – бас, бэк-вокал

Hyades: "The Roots Of Trash" – 2009

Композиции:

  1. Long Way Back Home
  2. I Belong To No One
  3. A.F.M.S.
  4. United In The Struggle
  5. The Problem Is You
  6. The Great Deceit
  7. Still In The Trash
  8. Alive But Dead
  9. Worse Than The Silence
  10. The Moshing Reel
  11. Come Out And Play

Лирика

1. Long Way Back Home

(инструментал)

2. I Belong To No One

I ain't born to follow your lying dictates
I have no numbers tattoed on my wounded neck
I ain't got your barcode. I ain't your mate
I just obey to what my fucking mind commands
I don't believe. I do no trust
the only faith I see is in the eyes of death
Tuck up your sleeves, sell out your gold
Come here to see that suffered is every single breath
Send me to hell – I'll burn with a smile on my face
be sure, if real – I'm gonna meet ya there
you've never asked yourself a why
you've never raised your eyes to contemplate the sky a useless Life, a waste of time
you're just the final act of nowadays crime
You got a fancy car
You don't know you are
You got a rotten brain
For just too much cocaine
You never use your mind
Simply you are blind
You won't be remembered
A waste you will die.

3. A.F.M.S.

Anti Fashion Megamosh Force
They came on Sunday morning
They're dressed like a fashion show
He's got Versace sandals, and for sure will make you know
She only wears Armani, or maybe some Cavalli shoes
As soon as I see these fuckers I wish I had my detonating fuse
Ignorance is their golden rule, they only live to buy
I think your next screwdriver, will get a hint of a cyadine
Discos are their Kingdom, but only if they are free
You're Suck a bunch of idiots, and that is guaranteed
Take a whisky, maybe a beer
Don't talk to me, you're killing my ears!
Take a whisky, take a beer
Shut the fuck up and get outta here!
Drink a sugar-free juice,or you'll become to fat
Your dog is dressed in Gucci, and looks like a rat
Manicure, hairdresser, botox and some peel
You're wasting lotsa money, and there's nothing more to feel
Take a whisky, maybe a beer
Don't talk to me, you're killing my ears!
Take a whisky, take a beer
Shut the fuck up and get outta here!
1000 for a dinner, 400 for some dance
But when it's time to pay, man, you still don't have a chance
You'd better call you rich friend, maybe asking to stay
And like every Saturday night, he will insist to pay!
Take a whisky, maybe a beer
Don't talk to me, you're killing my ears!
Take a whisky, take a beer
Shut the fuck up and get outta here!

4. United In The Struggle

There's a shout from west to east, going strew through all the earth.
It crosses the frontiers, it climbs up the barricades it demolished the walls of hate, redesigns old Nations borders
A different range of flags. a different range of faces.
Raising up the struggles, complaining the disease
United is resistance, behind the sing of V
From Derry to Lhasa, San Cristobal de las Casas
Each wall tells a tale, each death tells a story
Gravel thrown at tanks from thousand graves denied
We ain't ghosts, we are alive, We are still spitting blood
A bullet in the forehead or a blue-white rocket strike
Flesh returns to dust but a shout can't be struck dumb
You can call us all terrorist or use the iron first
A day will come when above us there will be only the sky
Rebels we came, and we will die the same
On the cold winds of a night you will find us
United in the struggle – We shall have our day (Tiocfaidh ar la)
United in the struggle – We are different, we are the same
United in the struggle – Cause yesterday is tomorrow's pain
United in the struggle

5. The Problem Is You

That's the triumph of the weakest thought
The time You gained will be killed lazing about
Look at what you are and see you are no one
Except the copy of your neighbor's ass
Join the masses, don't speak out loud
Your system's gonna fail bringing you down
Stop looking around, there is a problem
Don't search it who-knows-where because the problem is you
Things turn fast, the world doesn't stop
It knocks down the cultures, conforming the mass
We are the homologation, a barcode on the neck
Scan your credit card back down on my crack
A uniform vest sold in a discount pack
Your only way to change in winning blackjack
Progress marches ahead like an army of death
There's is no way to turn this world back
There's a problem and the problem is you!
There's a problem and the problem is you!

6. The Great Deceit

Years of deceit have changed the world
Truth has been swept away in a merciless hurl
How many lies they told us, how many lies they teach
We have hands tied and plaster on the mouth
For madmen there's a jail. Humanity is on sale
'Bout lives and pain they built up their plane
Winners write down history
Pages are ripped – Admit the defeat
Kneel down to the Great Deceit
We had rest there silent, asking just a why
The only tribute payable to dead voiceless eyes
Right turns to wrong. You won't judge for all.
If piece is a cheat, give me back the war
Winners write down history
Pages are ripped – Admit the defeat
Kneel down to the Great Deceit
Tell me now how's the life that you lived
Everything you know is wrong and truth was just sealed
You never will admit it, you never will accept it
Low down the shutter and forget this shit
Winners write down history
Pages are ripped – Admit the defeat
Kneel down to the Great Deceit

7. Still In The Trash

I ain't my fucking account,
I am not my wage packet
I ain't neither the high-up
In a company I don't give a fuck
I ain't a suit, a degree,
I ain't the New Year's eve at sun
I ain't what you've become
'cause I've much more to say
I'm the hole on an elbow
I'm the low fuel light
I am the same foul bar
Each every fucking night
I am your middle finger
I am the chipped corner
I am the spilled coffee
I am the tie I'll never wear
And listen my words 'cause tomorrow I'll be the same
I was the first to leave and I'll be the last one back again
And listen to my words, tomorrow they will be the same
If I could start again, I would walk the same wrong way
I am the broken shoes
I am your dog with a black eyes
I am the empty bottle
I am the six-pack cans
I ain't a five stars hotel
I am a sleeping bag
I ain't what you've become
'cause I've much more to learn
And listen my words 'cause tomorrow I'll be the same
I was the first to leave and I'll be the last one back again
And listen to my words, tomorrow they will be the same
If I could start again, I would walk the same wrong way

8. Alive But Dead

Come to see the face of hate at the corner of the streets
In paints over the walls that speaks more than each word
I have known here the hate in irony peace lines
Twenty feet high and more tearing our worlds apart
I have seen the face of hate in bonfires' tall blaze
in people's Raging shouts when flames reach up the flag
I've known there the hate in a child's handful of stones
In bricks torn from a wall in anger brought by squall
Crush everybody who stands in your way
Burn the martyrs burn the flags
Clash against the police tank, stones in the air
The scuffles ain't dead yet
Crush everybody who stands in your way
Burn the martyrs burn the flag
Clash against the police tank, stones un the air
We are alive, Alive but dead
Come to see what books don't tell,
What your dailies forget
How loud can be the hush
When feel like broke glass
Truth is lived, not taught
That's all we have to learn
Look in the eyes of men
We're all live but dead
Crush everybody who stands in your way
Burn the martyrs burn the flags
Clash against the police tank, stones in the air
The scuffles ain't dead yet
Crush everybody who stands in your way
Burn the martyrs burn the flag
Clash against the police tank, stones un the air
We are alive, Alive but dead

9. Worse Than The Silence

It's easy to talk and shit out proclaims
But you have never really pissed against the wind
Look at what you've been, look at your face
I hope at least you feel ashamed
You're a humbug that claims to be an other
Never first in line, never ready to die
You just shout out false rhetorical words
But I have never see you there in the row
My hate is for you
You're worse than the silence
You're worse than the mass
Your nails are clean, you have smooth skin
Such as who have never fought, lose or win
In this fucked up world there are three ways to be
The fools such as I am, still fighting the windmills
Then hushed mass, who swallow every crap
Never raise objections or you're gonna lose, sap!
And then down below, there are the worst dregs
Who claims for rights with a seated safe ass
My hate is for you
My hate is for you
You're worse than the silence
You're worse than the mass
it's a deafening silence, a merciless offense
See the scars deep inside and your fingerprints beside
"My word's but a whisper – your deafness a SHOUT",
If speech ain't turn to action everything's gonna fail
My hate is for you
My hate is for you
You're worse than the silence
You're worse than the mass
My hate is for you
My hate is for you
You're worse than the silence
You're worse than the mass

10. The Moshing Reel

That's the third part of a wretched yarn
We were playing in joints, we were playing in barns
No chicks, no money, but expenses and dweebs
Tourin' just for food and rotten place to sleep
In spite of rip-offs, a new shit's on the way
Thousands will download it, so we'll never be paid
Makin' Thrash is privilege of you're from here
So we just wanna make bleeding your ears
We drank, played, burped with F.U.K. guys
They snored all night like walrus oversize
We got booze with B.A.R.C. friends
And clenched the buttocks with the Swedish glam bands
Good time in Netherlands at home with Biebob
D.I E. girls are dancing above
They said we sold well, but we never see cash
The only satisfaction is to see you all dance
Crash your bones down there
Dance the moshing reel
Hop some clumsy steps
With Hyades
We quarreled over trifle as a family do
But we've stronger than eve and we're gonna punch your nose
Rob moved to Dublin and keep a shine on the bar
I miss ya brother, gotta sing "Whiskey in the jar"
"As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting"
With Je on bass we went upstairs to Ness
To record the flutter duck and join together the tracks
Crash your bones down there
Dance the moshing reel
Hop some clumsy steps
With Hyades
MOSH PART
Crash your bones down there
Dance the moshing reel
Hop some clumsy steps
With Hyades

11. Come Out And Play

оригинал: The Offspring

You gotta keep'm separated

They're like the latest fashion
They're like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake out campus locale
And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal
If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix
They're gonna bash it up
Bash it up x3

Hey, man you talkin' back to me
Take him out

You gotta keep'em separated
Hey, man you disrespecting me
take him out

You gotta keep'em separated
Hey, they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

By the time you hear the siren
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue and the other jail
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste
It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope
Tie your own rope
Tie your own

Hey, man you disrespecting me
take him out

You gotta keeep'em separated
Hey, man you talkin' back to me
take him out

You gotta keep'em separated
Hey, don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope
Tie your own rope
Tie your own

Hey, man you talkin' back to me
take him out

You gotta keep'em separated
Hey, man you disrespecting me
take him out

You gotta keeep'em separated
Hey, don't pay no mind
If your under 18 you won't be doing any time
Hey, come out and play

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