Nowy album BR

x_Jiro_x · Dołączył: 14 Mar 2010 Posty: 99 Przeczytał: 0 tematów Skąd: Mława

"Only Rain"

Hey scientist please save us from our rainy days
because your counterpart in the magic art is manufacturing judgment day
there's a fell wind blowing out of the east
bringing famine drought and plague
well now at least that's what they say

Rain fell like judgment
across my windowpane
said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain

well I know what's wrong and I know what's right
and I know that evil exists sure as day turns into night
when a man gets down on his knees to pray you know he'll find what he is able
but chances are he'll find it either way

Rain fell like judgment
across my windowpane
said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain

oh lord have mercy on a humble man
lost in the wilderness without a guiding hand

Rain fell like judgment
across my windowpane
said it fell like judgment

But it was only rain
Rain fell like judgment
across my windowpane
said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain

No i mamy kolejny liryczny tekst Smile

Piękny jest Smile

ofmika

Piękny... Bardzo mi się podoba Smile

kamilteau

W ciekawym kontekście umieszczony ten deszcz... również jestem pod wrażeniem Wink

ofmika

Rain fell like judgment
across my windowpane
said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain

Cudo...

x_Jiro_x · Dołączył: 14 Mar 2010 Posty: 99 Przeczytał: 0 tematów Skąd: Mława

Mhhm, uwielbiam ten fragment Smile

Swoją drogą... zauważyliście, że w nowych piosenkach nie ma jak na razie zbyt wiele, że tak powiem, wielkich słów?

ofmika

Oj tak, zauważyłam! Teksty prościutkie...

x_Jiro_x · Dołączył: 14 Mar 2010 Posty: 99 Przeczytał: 0 tematów Skąd: Mława

Jak na razie tylko Resist Stance był jakoś bardziej, hm, zaawansowany leksykalnie, chociaż też niezbyt drastycznie. Brakuje mi tego... mam nadzieję, że się poprawią przy następnych piosenkach Very Happy

ofmika

Mam ambiwalentny stosunek do słów "The Day the Earth Stalled"... Nie mam nic przeciwko osobistym tekstom. Kiedyś uważałam takowe za bezwartościowe, ale to stare czasy... Wiadomo, że zespół tworzą ludzie, a ludzie mają do powiedzenia to, co jest dla nich ważne... Jeśli członkowie BR są teraz w fazie sentymentalnej, to mają pełne prawo o tym pisać. Z drugiej strony nie tego oczekuję osobiście od Bad Religion i nie to mnie w nich porwało... O wiele bardziej interesują mnie zagadnienia intelektualne i wolałabym, żeby tego typu tekstów było jak najmniej...

ibuss

Uwielbiam osobiste teksty BR.. Wink

1wojtas · Dołączył: 07 Sie 2010 Posty: 13 Przeczytał: 0 tematów

Według mnie punkowy utwór musi mieć energię i powera, musi porywać za serducho. Bez tego, nawet najmądrzejszym czy najpiękniejszym lirycznie tekstem mogę za przeproszeniem sobie tyłek wytrzeć.
A odnośnie nowego albumu, cóż... Liczę, że będzie na poziomie ciut wyższym niż ostatnio. Czekam na 12-15 kawałków w stylu Resist Stance, czyli na totalnym odpale. I bez eksperymentów mi tu proszę (to do Dziadków z BR) Very Happy

beLIEve · Dołączył: 28 Lut 2010 Posty: 48 Przeczytał: 0 tematów

Jedna z piosenek brzmi "Wrong Way Kids". Czyżby jakieś odniesienie do "Latch Key Kids"?

x_Jiro_x · Dołączył: 14 Mar 2010 Posty: 99 Przeczytał: 0 tematów Skąd: Mława

"Pride and the Pallor"

Papa had a wife and kids he kept them on a leash and he bid them all to do his every deed.
When he was a kid he was treated just the same so he hid his feelings from the family.
Lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of empathy.

Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s charade.
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. But the
pride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matron silently prays.

Junior resented the tradition they upheld and it ate him up inside most every day.
Silence was golden and they kept him to his word. So bewildered when he finally ran away.
Oh, obligations never cease. Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace.

Yeah, Papa and his family always on parade. Passing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s
charade. But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. But the
pride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matron silently prays.

“Get me out of here, someone’s got to save the day.” The children are reminded to do it for the
daddy’s sake. And happiness is ever so far, far away.

Yeah, lost as an island out at sea. Resistant to the gentle waves of empathy.
Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s charade.
It’s just a sick calamity that fatherhood made, but time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. Still, the
pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays.

"Wrong Way Kids"

stop them from shimmering away
on blank sidewalk glittering asphalt somewhere summer days
the wrong way kids were something more than friends
navigating a sprawl without end

Did you ever want to take bad advice
did you ever want to go and take it twice
do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
right you are my friend
so what’s wrong with them
there go the wrong way kids

singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh

singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh

whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
and they call them the wrong way kids

The kids today are gone away petitioning the dust
with nobody to look up to because they're looking up to us
just misfit melancholy dregs gone lost in the mall
wanderers to nowhere at all

Did you ever want to take bad advice
did you ever want to go and take it twice
do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
right you are my friend
so what’s wrong with them
there go the wrong way kids

singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh

singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh

whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
and they call them the wrong way kids

Hm, poważnie... teksty bardziej emocjonalne, mniej naukowe... brakuje mi "wielkich" słów...

ofmika

Nie podoba mi się ta tendencja, bardzo mi się nie podoba... Mam ponadto nieprzyjemne wrażenie, że punka będzie na tym krążku niewiele... The Resist Stance (muzyka i tekst) i The Devil in Stitches (tekst) to było jeszcze BR, ale na razie tylko to, jak dla mnie...

Aha, Only Rain też ma dobry tekst.

Ło rany, co za nuda... To wszystko już było... Nie wiem czy nie wolę nawet tekstów Offspringa do "Way down the Line" czy "The Kids Aren't Alright", bo o tym samym, ale i tak chyba ciekawiej... Oj, źle Smile

kamilteau

Bardzo ciekawe, jakie uczucia wzbudza w nas nowa płyta po uchylaniu kolejnych rąbków tajemnicy - od totalnego zachwytu i euforii po taki zawód jak teraz Wink

A co ja myślę o dwóch ostatnich? No cóż, szału nie ma, dupy nie urywa...

kamilteau

Meeting of the Minds

In 325, the Council devised a set of sacred testaments, transparent and wise. The truth is only
ever relied on that which we agree and abide.
At the meeting of the minds. Reading of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives.
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.

In old Tennessee, the last century. All scopes were fixed on legal tricks and whether or not we
should teach kids natural philosophy, despite uncomfortable verity.
At the meeting of the minds. Reading of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives.
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.

There’s a beacon that shines in the night, a dark pitch though it may be. And the halcyon fields
of opportunity turn out to be consensual and arbitrary.

Today on my ride I witnessed a guy complaining about how a so-and-so had lied. No longer will
the market decide what the government should provide.
At the meeting of the minds. Sign of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives. We
all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.

Someone to Believe

Dark, frozen, hibernation held at bay as your mind, left behind, lost another day.
But finally there’s someone to believe.
Anti-social boredom is all the rage but the time comes when you gotta turn the page and then
finally there’s someone to believe.
And there’s no call to sell your soul or confess or drop down to your knees.

Who, what, or where made you change your mind? Doesn’t matter anymore ‘cuz you’ve seen a
sign. And now finally there’s someone to believe.
Searching for the answer’s a lonely quest but the act is liable to bring out your best. And then
finally there’s someone to believe.
And you find out the baggage that you discarded, you didn’t even need.

No one can deny a return to form irrespective of the morass, shame, and scorn. But then finally there’s someone to believe.
Ready to emerge and direct your fate as the self-determination radiates because finally there’s someone to believe.
And it feels like the spring equinox after a long winter’s sleep.

Finally, there’s someone to believe.