KONCERTI:

21.3.2015, GUSTAF:
http://www.gustaf.si/index.php/program/311-punkrock-koridor-paraziti-p13-zd

24.03.2015, GUSTAF:
http://www.gustaf.si/index.php/program/294-maribor-voodoo-doll-riot

PETEK, SOBOTA IN NEDELJA,
3.-5.APRIL 2015
ŠTUK, SCENA FEST
http://www.pekarna.net/novica/zakljucen-razpis-znani-nastopajoci-na-festivalu-scena-2015




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KONTAKTI:

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BLOGI:

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OSTALO:


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BESEDILA


LETA SLUŽBE SO ZA NAMI (BLUTWURST)

(VER1)
V SLUŽBI NOHTE MANIKIRA
PROČ OD MENE SE OZIRA POL PA POLNA PREZIRA
NA MENE MASTURBIRA

(REF) 2X
VSE SE JI UPIRA
NAS ČISTO IGNORIRA
PRED MANO PA POZIRA
KO SRAJCO SI ODPIRA

(VER2)
Z MANO JE PRIJAZNA
JAJCA ČISTO PRAZNA
MALO BOM BLEFIRAL
NE BOM JI NIČ KASIRAL

(REF) 2X

(VER3)
IMELA BI ME KAKOR PSA
KO VSAKI »HOV« POMENI DA
PRED PRIJATLI BI SE VAŽIL
KAKO SEM JO TOLAŽIL

(REF) 4X





SVE BI BUDALA (SAJ TI BOM DALA, OP.P., NE MARAM TE PESMI OP.OP.P.)

(BLUTWURST).



ŠE ENKRAT - NE MARAM TE PESMI !!!!!!



ZADNJIČ - RES JE NE MARAM !!





(E C G D)



STVARNO NE ZNAM ŠTA MI JE

KAD MI VRAČAŠ ZAGRLJAJE

SAMO SI SE IGRALA

I OTIŠLA BEZ POZDRAVA



A VLAK PUTUJE

ODLAZI I LUDUJE

NI SAM NE ZNA KUDA ČE

JOŠ UVIJEK TRAŽI SE



NAKON SVIH TVOJIH PRIČA

I LIJEPIH POGLEDA

KO ZNA GDJE SI SAD

I SA KIM SE ZABAVLJAŠ



OSTALO JE SAMO SJEČANJE

KAD PRVI PUT SMO SE POLJUBILI

BAR TE ZABORAVIT

I NIKAD VIŠE ZAGRLIT



REF.:

(E G D C)



AJDE BUDI DOBRO

I LIJEPO SE PROVEDI

KO ZNA NA KOJEM VLAKU

ČEMO OPET SE SRESTI










KULISA



Ne vem ali je bila zima ali pomlad

ali res ni bilo dobro biti mlad

Mnogi so si samo ne jaz

Z rokami zakrivali obraz



Sem rekla da jim ne vidim oči

Da se mi to neumno zdi

Da z njimi ne morem peti

Da jim ne morem verjeti



Baje se ta zgodba ponavlja

Da vsaki generaciji to nekdo nastavlja

da nikoli nimajo zadosti

Da ni veselja in radosti







Sem rekla da jim ne vidim oči

Da se mi to neumno zdi

Da z njimi ne morem peti

Da jim ne morem verjeti



A življenje ni kulisa ki paradira

svet se ne podira

jaz hočem tu ostati

uživati in se smejati



Sem rekla da jim ne vidim oči

Da se mi to neumno zdi

Da z njimi ne morem peti

Da jim ne morem verjeti









NAJLEPŠA PESEM (Rukola)



To je najlepša pesem

ne bo je prekrila plesen

ker poje zgolj o življenju

o lepih čustvih ne o trpljenju



to je najlepša pesem



o smislu se ne sprašuje

globoko diha uživa in potuje

brez meja povsod po svetu

zaziba nas v lahnem vetru



to je najlepša pesem



saj je lahko perfektna

brez patetike in direktna

kot življenje je grešna

in tudi tako absurdno smešna



to je najlepša pesem







IZGUBLJENA (Rukola)



Jaz sem izgubljena



Volje imam zelo veliko

Možnosti pa čisto nič

Poslali so me nekam daleč

Po vesolju sem vodič



Ti si izgubljena



Z menoj lahko greš daleč stran

Od sistema in njegovih ljudi

Iskati zvezdo ki na nebu zate zažari



Mi smo izgubljeni



Ko gledamo z neba na zemljo

Kjer ljudje se koljejo

Vse vidimo in vse vemo

tuje boje nočemo.





V NAPAD (Rukola)



Milijarde evrov za orožje

Milijarde ljudi ki tarče so

Iz globine morja in z zraka

Direktno merijo v glavo



V napad



Da ne bi nič videli slišali

Da bi nas vse utišali

Da misliti ne bi začeli

protivojnih pesmi peli



V napad





PTIČI (Rukola)



Tu spodaj vse je težko

Pritisk je velik daleč nebo



Ptiči



Mi pa moram poletet

Gore in oblake zase imet



Ptiči



Zapremo oči in že letimo

Takoj smo tam kamor si želimo



Ptiči





PUNK'S NJET MRTAV



Hajde da budemo americki bend

I da se brzo ubacim u trend

Odsviramo pjesmu bez melodije

Bez ikakvih rijeci ili poruke



A kako? Lako, lako, najlakse



Hajde da kazemo ras, dva, tri

Punk's njet mrtav-ma boga ti?!

I opet samo tri akorda

Bez refrena ili sola



A kako? Lako, lako, najlakse



O-o-o

Gomila energije za Elektro Istru

Coca-cola spot za MTV

Ipak odlicna pjesma za Radio Pulu



Hajde da maznemo pive dvije-tri

Bolje cemo svirati

Vise ne feeling i tako to

Nista mudro ni pametno



A kako? Lako, lako, najlakse



O-o-o

Gomila energije za Elektro Istru

Coca-cola spot za MTV

Ipak odlicna pjesma za Radio Pulu



(Kud Idijoti)





DA BO BOLJE



svet se kolje da bo bolje

da bo bolje da bo bolje

midva pa raje v vesolje

v vesolje da bo bolje



(CZD)





MOJ POLICAJ



Tako prodoren

Tako močan

Pod brčicami dolg jeziček

Je vreden mojih ran



Spominjam se

Noči na Lentu

Stal si korak nazaj

Po senci čepice sem sodil

Da si moj policaj



(Muškat Hamburg)





LUNA



So v sanje zasvetile

najlepše oči

me povabile

pridi še ti



Pridi še ti

pridi še ti

pridi še ti

Pridi še ti



Se nisem zbudila

ko šla sem do nje

Bila svetla sem vila

Svobodni obe



Pridi še ti

Pridi še ti

Pridi še ti

Pridi še ti



Me je luna nosila

Čez žalost v veselje

Pri sebi me skrila

V eno drugo življenje



Pridi še ti

pridi še ti

Pridi še ti



(Rukola)





ODPUSTKI (C G a F, D A h G)



Odpuščam sanjam, ki mi

odjedajo luno.

Odpuščam telesu, ki mi

narahlo odmira.

Odpuščam deklicam, ki

pomladi cvetijo.



Odpuščam vetru, ki je

neviden.

Odpuščam strahu, ki se

stopnjuje.

Odpuščam angelom, ki so

metulji brez krvi.



(Blutwurst)





ŠEPET

(Rukola)



Šepetaj mi o vsem

Kar bilo je in bo

Jaz vse ti povem

Zate objamem nebo



Šepetaj mi o tem

Kaj poješ v kaj zreš

Samo meni povej

Kam pravzaprav greš





Govori mi zdaj

Vse mi priznaj

Kam pelje te pot

kdaj prideš nazaj





Podari mi svoj šepet

Da shranim si ga

Čisto majhen obet

Košček tvojega srca





Šepetaj mi o tem

Zakaj povsod je temno

Ko več te ne smem

Prijet za roko



Šepetaj mi o vsem

Kar lahko bi bilo

Vrni mi tvoj nasmeh

In nekaj zvezd na nebo



Govori mi zdaj

Vse mi priznaj

Kam pelje ta pot

Ali prideš nazaj


punknihin

12.10.2011., srijeda

Slavoj Žižek’s Speech at Liberty Square




pa še transkripcija

[...] “[They are saying] we are all losers, but the true losers are down there on Wall Street. They were bailed out by billions of our money. We are called socialists, but here there is already socialism — for the rich. They say we don’t respect private property. But in the 2008 financial crash-down more hard-earned private property was destroyed than if all of us here were to be destroying it night and day for weeks. They tell you we are dreamers; the true dreamers are those who think things can go on indefinitely the way they are. We are not dreamers; we are the awakening from the dream that is turning into a nightmare. We are not destroying anything; we are only witnessing how the system is destroying itself. We all know the classical scene from cartoons. The cat reaches a precipice, but it goes on walking, ignoring the fact that there is nothing beneath its ground. Only when it looks down and notices it he falls down. This is what we are doing here. We are telling the guys there on Wall Street, ‘Hey! Look down!’

[inaudible] “… In 2011, the Chinese government prohibited on TV, film, and in novels all stories that contain alternate realities or time travel. This is a good sign for China; it means people still dream about alternatives, so attacked and prohibited is dreaming. Here we don’t think of prohibition because [inaudible -- "history"?] has even oppressed our capacity to dream. Look at the movies that we see all the time. It’s easy to imagine the end of the world — an asteroid destroying all of life, and so on — but we cannot imagine the end of capitalism. So what are we doing here? Let me tell you a wonderful old joke from Communist times. A guy was sent to work in East Germany from Siberia. He knew his mail would be read by censors, so he told his friends, ‘Let’s establish a code. If a letter you get from me is written in blue ink, it is true what I say; if it is written in red ink, it is false.’ After a month, his friends get a first letter. Everything is in blue. It says, this letter: ‘Everything is wonderful here. The stores are full of good food, movie theatres show good films from the West, apartments are large and luxurious. The only thing you cannot find is red ink.’ This is how we live. We have all the freedoms we want, but what we are missing is red ink: the language to articulate our non-freedom. The way we are taught to speak about freedom, ‘war on terror,’ and so on, falsifies freedom. And this is what you are doing here: You are giving all of us red ink.

“There is a danger: Don’t fall in love with yourselves. We have a nice time here. But remember: Carnivals come cheap. What matters is the day after when we will have to return to normal life. Will there be any changes then? I don’t want you to remember these days, you know, like, ‘Oh, we were young, it was beautiful…’ Remember that our basic message is, ‘We are allowed to think about alternatives.’ A taboo is broken. We do not live in the best possible world. But there is a long road ahead. There are truly difficult questions that confront us. We know what we do not want, but what do we want? What social organization can replace capitalism? What type of new leaders do we want? Remember: The problem is not corruption or greed; the problem is the system which pushes you to be corrupt. Beware not only of the enemies, but also of false friends who are already working to dilute this process in the same way you get coffee without caffeine, beer without alcohol, ice cream without fat. They will try to make this into a harmless moral protest, a decaffeinated protest. But the reason we are here is that we have had enough of the world where to recycle Coke cans to give a couple of dollars to charity, or to buy a Starbucks cappuccino where one percent goes to Third World starving children is enough to make us feel good. After outsourcing work and torture [inaudible -- calls for "mic check"]… We can see that for a long time, we allowed our political engagement also to be outsourced. We want it back.

“We are not Communists, if Communism means the system which collapsed in 1990. Remember that today those Communists are the most efficient, ruthless capitalists. In China today we have a capitalism which is even more dynamic than your American capitalism but doesn’t need democracy, which means, when you criticize capitalism, don’t allow yourselves to be blackmailed that you are ‘against democracy.’ The marriage between democracy and capitalism is over. A change is possible.

“Now, what we consider today possible — just follow the media. On the one hand is technology and sexuality — everything seems to be possible. You can travel to the moon, you can become immortal by biogenetics, you can have sex with animals or whatever. But look at the field of society and economy — there, almost everything is considered impossible. You want to raise taxes a little bit for the rich, they tell you it’s impossible. We lose competitivity. You want more money for healthcare, they tell you, ‘Impossible! This means a totalitarian state.’ Is there something wrong with the world where you are promised to be immortal but they cannot spend a little more for healthcare? Maybe we have to set our priorities straight. We don’t want higher standards of living; we want better standards of living. The only sense in which we are Communists is that we care for the commons: the commons of nature, the commons of what is privatized by intellectual property, the commons of biogenetics. For this, and only for this, we should fight. Communism failed absolutely, but the problems of the commons are here. They are telling you we are not American here, but the conservative fundamentalists who claim they are ‘really’ Americans have to be reminded of something: What is Christianity? It’s the Holy Spirit. What is the Holy Spirit? It’s an egalitarian community of believers who are linked by love for each other and who only have their own freedom and responsibility to do it. In this sense the Holy Spirit is here now, and down there on Wall Street there are millions [?] who are worshiping blasphemous idols. So all we need is patience.

“The only thing I’m afraid of is that we will someday just go home, and then we will meet once a year, drinking beer and nostalgically remembering what a nice time we had here. Promise ourselves that this will not be the case. You know that people often desire something but do not really want it. Don’t be afraid to really want what you desire.”

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