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Sex Pistols - Pretty Vacant
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Oh just remember I don't decide
I got no reason it's too all much
You'll always find us out to lunch
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
A vacant
Don't ask us to attend 'cos we're not all there
Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care
I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real
So stop you're cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty we're vacant
Ah but now and we don't care
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Oh just remember a don't decide
I got no reason it's too all much
You'll always find me out to lunch
We're out on lunch
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty ah
But now and we don't care
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
And we don't care
Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen
God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb
God save the queen
She aint no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming
Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future no future
No future for you
God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves
God save the queen
'Cos tourists are money
Our figures head
Is not what she seems
Oh god save history
God save your mad parade
Oh lord god have mercy
All crimes are paid
When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future you're future
God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves
God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England's dreaming
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for me
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future for you
Sex Pistols - Anarchy In The U.K.
Right! Now ha, ha,
I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want
But I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passerby
'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
No dogs body
Anarchy for the UK
It's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
In the city
How many ways to get what you want
I use the best
I use the rest
I use the enemy
I use Anarchy
'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
It's the only way to be
Is this the M.P.L.A or
Is this the U.D.A or
Is this the I.R.A
I thought it was the UK
Or just another country
Another council tenancy
I Wanna be Anarchy
I Wanna be Anarchy
Oh what a name
I wanna be Anarchy
Know what I mean?
And I wanna be an anarchist
Get pissed
Destroy!
Sex Pistols - Schools Are Prisons
They took the best years of my life
And made it so I couldn’t decide
I don't turn this want
To make beautiful word that goes on and on
And on and on
Those 13 years in prison
Didn’t teach me how to love
They say they have their reasons
All coming from above
You can forget the seasons inside your factory
There's one thing they can't teach you is how to feel free
And stand alone in a beautiful world
We have to respond...
Schools are prisons
Forget the seasons
Schools are prisons
Schools are one of the reasons for this waste of the spring
And where to begin
Outside or within
It took the best years of my life
And made it so I couldn’t decide
Statistic as in prisons
Statistic as in life
They say they had their reasons
But coming from above
You got what their decisions inside your factory
But one thing they can't teach you is how to feel free
And stand up in the beautiful world
We only respond...
Schools are prisons
Forget the seasons
Schools are prisons
One of the reasons for this waste of the spring
Where to begin
Outside or within
Schools are prisons
Forget the seasons
Schools are prisons
One of the reasons
Schools are prisons
Forget the seasons
Schools are prisons
One of the reasons for this waste of the spring
Sex Pistols - Who Killed Bambi?
Gentle pretty thing
Who only had one spring
You bravely faced the world
Ready for anything
I'm happy that you lived
For your life is mine
What have I except to cry
Spirit never die
Birds of the air
Beasts of the earth
Overjoyed at Bambi's birth they gambolled in the glade
[Chorus]
Who killed Bambi? [x9]
Murder murder murder
Someone should be angry
The crime of the century
Who shot little Bambi
Never trust a hippie
'Cause I love punky Bambi
I'll kill to find the killer
In that rotten roll army
All the spikey punkers
Believers in the ruins
With one big shout
They all cry out
Who killed Bambi?
[Chorus x2]
Sex Pistols - Sex On 45
Hey, hey
Remember that day
In 1976
When London Town was boring
Until along came this
You're only 29
You Gotta lot to learn
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sd
A no feelings
A no feelings
For anybody else
Except for my self
Turn the page and it's
The scoop of the century
Dont wanna be L seven I had enough of this
This is brainwash and this is a clue
To the stars who fooled you
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Oh just remember a don't decide
I got no reason it's too all much
You'll always find us out to lunch, out on lunch
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty we're vacant
Ah but now and we don't care
God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb
When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future for you
I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want
But I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passerby
'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
In the UK
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for me
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future for you
Sex Pistols - Black Leather
She's all geared up
Walking down the street
I can feel her slime
Looking down her sheet
But well you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
I said you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
It's late at night
And I'm all alone
I can hear her boot
We're getting near her home
But well you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
I said you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
Well scratch scratch
She's clawing at the door
Oh no I can't stick anymore
Crack crack
I feel so sore
I never should have asked for
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
You can try so high
You know you won't get far
You will let her in
And she'll start again
But well you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
I said you can't refuse
And you just can't choose
What she's gonna do
Well scratch scratch
She's clawing at the door
Oh no I can't stick anymore
Crack crack
I feel so sore
I never should have asked for
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
Sex Pistols (Sid Vicious) - C'mon Everybody
Well c'mon everybody and let's get together tonight
I got some money in my jeans
And I'm really gonna spend it right
Well I've been doin' my homework all week long
Now to have some fifty and my folk are gone
Ooh! C'mon everybody
Oh well, my baby's number one
But I'm gonna dance with three or four
And the house will be shakin' from the bare feet
A-stampin' on the floor
Well when you here the music, you can't still
If your brother won't rock, your sister will
Ooh! C'mon everybody
Oh well, we really haven't money
But we gotta put a guard outside
If the folks come home
I'm afraid, they're gonna have my hide
There'd be no more movies for a week or two
No more runnin' 'round with the usual crew-who cares?
C'mon everybody
Sex Pistols - Johnny B. Goode / Road Runner
[Paul:] We'll play Johnny B. Goode; he'll sing Through My Eyes.
[Other voice:] (???)
[Paul:] Tell John. Tell him.
[Johnny:] What?
[Paul:] Tell him. (???)
[Other Voice:] They wanna play Johnny B. Goode while you sing Through my eyes.
[Johnny:] God! Awright, then.
[Paul:] Ready? Go!
[Johnny:]
If you could see... oh God, fuck off...
Ayanlouisiannayaya New Orleans
Awasabadababyanalittle key
Ayainanananananana Johnny B. Goode
Agogogogogogo Johnny B. Goode
Agogo, go Johnny, gogogogogo
I don't know the words!
Gogogogogogogogogogogyogyuh
Ayayayayastrah yayastrahyayaya
Ayayayayastrah andabanayaya
I wannawannabay, yayayaya
Let's gogo, ago Johnny gogogogo
Agogo, go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go! Johnny B. Goode
Ayayayayayayayayayayayagwuah
Oh, fuck, it's awful!
Hate songs like that!
The pits!
Eeeeeeyayayayay eeeee!
Eeyeah!
Brrrrrah!
Brrrrrayayayayay!
Uah!
'ey, I know, oi, oi, Steve -- Roadrunner!
Roadrunner!
Roadrun...!
Should we do roadrunner?
'ey, that's fuckin' awful -- stop it.
Stop it; it's fuckin' awful!
Aaah! Torture.
Duh ug duh duh duh duh mah eyah
I donno the words!
I donno'ow it starts; I've forgotten it!
Hold on; stop the segment. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Check out what how it starts. What's the first line?
[Paul:] One, two, three, four, five, six!
[Johnny:] Alright, can you start at the beginning, then?
[Paul:] Roadrunner, roadrunner, (???)
[Johnny:] I can't hear you, Paul.
[Paul:] Roadrunner, roadrunner, go...
[Johnny:]
Going faster miles an hour
Euhlalalalala
Awith the radio on
Aroadrunner, roadrunner
Aeuhmuh faster miles an hour
Oh, God, I don't know it...
I drove past the Stop 'n' Shop
And I wah by the Stop 'n' Shop
An' I flarala wahbah Stop Shop
Have the radio on
Have touch with the modern world
I fell in love with the modern world
Fell in love with (???)
Have the radio on
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Agoin' faster miles an hour
Felt in touch with with modern world
In love with the modern world
Alright, here we go now
Goin' twenty-eight watta power
It's all cold here in the dark
Fifty thousand watts of power
Agoin' faster miles an hour
Awith the radio on
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Oh, God, I don't know it
It's fuckin' ridiculous
Wish I had the words...
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Agoin' faster miles an hour
I felt in touch with the modern world
I fell in love with the modern world
Rockin' modern lover, modern sound, ana mosaround
Modern rockin' runner around, mosaround rockin' modern runner in touch
An' a radio on
I got radio on
A roadrunner, roadrunner
Oh yeah er ah ee ah eh uh
Do we know any other fuckin' Beatles songs?
'Ey? Brrrrrrr!
'Ey? Do we know an...
'Ey? Do we know any other fucking songs that we can do?
Do we know any other songs that we can do? I can't think of any
Sex Pistols (Sid Vicious) - My Way
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
You cunt, I'm not a queer
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
And each and every highway
And yet, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
But dig, what I have to do
I'll see it through with no devotion
Of that, take care and just
Be careful along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
There were times,
I'm sure you knew
When there was nothing
Fucking else to do
But through it all,
When there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I fought the just as before
And did it my way
Knocked out in bed last night
I've had my fill, my share of looting
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And may I say, oh no, not their way
But no, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a brat,
What has he got
When he finds out that he cannot
Say the things he truly thinks
But only the words,
Not what he feels
The record shows,
I've got no clothes
And did it my way
Sex Pistols (Sid Vicious) - Something Else
Look at that
Here she comes
Here comes that girl again
One of the cutest since I don't know when
But she don't notice me when I pass
She goes with all the guys from outta my class
But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself
She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else
Look at that
'Cross the street
There's a car built just for me
To own a car would be a luxury
But right now I can't afford the gas
A brand new convertible is out of my class
But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself
That car's fine lookin', man, it's something else
Hey, look at that
Just wait and see
Worked hard and saved my dough
I buy that car and then I roll up with Joe
Get me that girl and we go ridin' around
We look real sharp with the wide top down
I keep on dreamin' and thinkin' to myself
When it all comes true, man, that's something else
Hey, look at that
What's all this?
Never thought I'd do this before
But here I'm a-knockin' on her door
My car's out front and it's all mine
It's a '41 job not a '59
I got that girl and I'm thinkin' to myself
She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else
Znam da će me mnogi ljudi napasti radi ovoga, odnosno radi moga razmišljanja. Puno ljudi koji su bili mladi dok se PUNK rodio te je taman njih zahvatio, pričali su mi o drugačijim teorijama punka.... naime, nisi imao posebnu trgovinu gdje ćeš kupovati punk odjeću, već si bio jedinstven i razlikovao se od drugih što je bio i cilj.... Ako si bio punker, slušala se samo punk glazba i rock, također, uz to nije bilo milijun vrsta punka. Odnosno, punkeri su bili pobunjeni rockeri, a to se desilo kada je rock glazbenicima slava lupila od glavu i počeli su patiti od komercijale, te tako napustili svoj san, a džep punili zelenim papirom(novcem). Razočarana sam što je danas to samo još jedna moda i povrh svega što se pretjeruje u tome i zasićuje raznim modnim detaljima... ovo nije moje razmišljanje, već moj zaključak na temelju priča koje sam čula od ljudi koji su nekoć davno bili punkeri....
(ČAST IZUZETCIMA KOJI SU ZADRŽALI TO)
A OVO JE TAJ MOJ UVID O ORIGINAL LJUDIMA KOJI ŽELE BEZVLAŠĆE:
Da, kao što i sam naziv kaže....
