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Gängeviertel: PUFF & MOMMYBOYS

Nächsten Dienstag, 8.10.2013, besuch aus Berlin, Hauptstadt der Hoffnung:

Die Letzten Ihrer Art Präsentieren:

P.U.F.F. ( futurebilly punk aus berlin treptow )
https://www.facebook.com/daslebenisteinpuff
http://myspace.com/daslebenisteinpuff

MOMMY BOYS ( rythm‘n'punk aus berlin mitte )
https://www.reverbnation.com/mommyboys

plus DJ ELLA VAN TITES ( angefragt )

Spendabel für durstige omnibuse & schlottige punker
im Gängeviertel, Druckerei, ab 21:00 offen, ab 22:00 Konzert.
alles in Hamburg.

Oiler – Missing Part One

grossartige platte von oiler. amerikanische noise punk band. ich glaube, die hat sich aus teilen von cringer entwickelt. bin mir aber nicht ganz sicher.


J Church: Society is a Carnivorous Flower


[Part 1]
One more day to stare into space,
One more day in this boring place,
Blank expression on your face,
Drink your coffee, complex aftertaste,
One more day trapped in a room,
One more day of nothing new,
Surrounded by more of the same,
Are they as bored as you?
Are they angry too?

The campus, the womb, is serene,
The city surrounds in it’s machine,
The world nullifies, it surrounds,
Don‘t you wanna burn it down?

One more night in inter-zone,
One more night you‘re all alone,
One more empty conversation,
Theories and devastation,
One more night to share a bed,
Afraid to talk, you fuck instead,
But what goes on inside her head?
Anything? Everything?

The campus, the womb, is serene,
The city surrounds in it’s machine,
The world nullifies, it surrounds,
Don‘t you wanna burn it down?

The campus, the womb, is serene,
The city surrounds in it’s machine,
The world nullifies, it surrounds,
Don‘t you wanna burn it down?

One more day to stare into space,
One more day in this boring place,
Blank expression on your face,
Drink your coffee, complex aftertaste,
One more night to share a bed,
Afraid to talk, you fuck instead,
But what goes on inside her head?
Anything? Everything?

The campus, the womb, is serene,
The city surrounds in it’s machine,
The world nullifies, it surrounds,
Don‘t you wanna burn it down?

The campus, the womb, is serene,
The city surrounds in it’s machine,
The world nullifies, it surrounds,
Don‘t you wanna burn it down?

[Part 2]
Diodes and electrodes,
Nails and bolts and beams,
Anatomically correct US war machines,
Bombs are built like TV sets, cars and stereos,
Vietnam’s the target audience that you don‘t know

You‘re not Galileo, you‘re not Copernicus,
You sit and stare from the Nanterre’s numbing bliss,
You‘re not Galileo, you‘re not Copernicus,
You sit and stare from the Nanterre’s numbing bliss

You‘ve seen the factories of Renault,
You‘ve heard of the class system at the Sorbonne,
You fetishize the workers and their plight,
Guilt confirms your intellectual flight

You‘re not Galileo, you‘re not Copernicus,
Sit and stare from the Nanterre’s numbing bliss,
You‘re not Galileo, you‘re not Copernicus,
Sit and stare from the Nanterre’s numbing bliss

The sound is violence,
The sound is ecstatic,
The sound is like fucking,
A beautiful panic,
All that is left of your sleepless science fiction is the revolution’s residue,
Practicing urban vampires

Tonight there is danger,
No longer a stranger it seems,
Dreaming behind barricades,
I can‘t sleep,
Tonight there is danger,
It’s killing this city’s disease,
The light is so bright in my head,
I can‘t sleep

The right wing is talking,
And the left wing is balking,
All of them stopping you from kicking it over,
Caught by surprise,
Forced into compromise,
When you win the trade unions you‘ll know it’s a movement

Tonight there is danger,
No longer a stranger it seems,
Dreaming behind barricades,
I can‘t sleep,
Tonight there is danger,
It’s killing this city’s disease,
The light is so bright in my head,
I can‘t sleep

Don‘t know if they were offended by their anti-Semitic leaders,
Don‘t know if they remembered the experiments of Spain,
Don‘t know if they were sick of de Gaulle and his lackeys,
Don‘t know if they were horrified of having a boss for the rest of their days

The trade unions are coming!
The trade unions are coming!
The trade unions are coming!
The trade unions are coming!

[Part 3]
May 15, 1968, a black flag waved over the factory,
Collectivizing is inadvertent when a wildcat strike takes the whole country,
Bakers kept on baking,
Fishers kept on fishing,
Canteens kept on serving,
Dreams became reality became slogans

The workers terrified the bureaucracy,
Free love terrified the bourgeoisie,
Imagine the hilarity,
„Free love is neither love nor free“,
A moral threat to society,
A political threat to decency,
Imagine fucking in a factory,
In all honesty there’s not much intrigue

[Part 4]
When all is said and done,
Despair is just a loaded gun,
It turns into something more,
In the hands of anyone ready for war,
The war for dignity,
Workers, farmers, universities,
Even when you lose,
There’s a glimpse of a future you can choose

When all is said and done,
If the students chose the Summer sun,
And the middle class gave into tradition,
And the all the illusion it brings,
They can never win,
We‘ll be coming back again,
They can never win,
History is deafening

It’s weird being a bob, but i‘ll get used to it.

No one screamed, no one even asked why.
It was just like everything had somehow, quietly died.
So let it die!
I can‘t recall much of what happened next.
I was on my way to visit this woman I‘knew.
All we had in common was good sex,
And now I‘couldn‘t even remember her address.
A group of us, just strangers, got together and we formed a committee to discuss the problem.
We talked about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional responsibility.
I couldn‘t remember my name, so I‘called myself bob.
It’s weird being a bob, but i‘ll get used to it.
I have to.


coming soon: karl marx land


next on karl marx land : karl marx stadt – music you did not want to miss.

08/15 und allein


angst peitscht ihn nach vorne angst! vor einsamkeit läßt alle fragen und zweifel schrumpfen drängt sie in vergessenheit findet schutz in einer horde doch irgendwas stimmt da nicht er ist nicht mehr er selbst er hat gar kein gesicht.

manchmal liegt er lange wach und denkt darüber nach dann fühlt er sich allein und wartet auf den schlaf der diesen quälenden widerspruch aus seinen gedanken nimmt und ihn wieder glauben läßt daß er mit der richtigen strömung schwimmt.

fremde, verlust und einsamkeit. leere, keine identität, und immer wieder: einsamkeit. gefühle verkauft und nichts ist besser alles umsonst und die brücken kaputt und angst, angst vor einsamkeit.

es schützt keine masse vor einsamkeit…

ZEA / Istari Lasterfahrer – Live Hamburg

am 28.6.2012 um am ca. 20 uhr:

Frappant e.v. präsentiert in kooperation mit den freundinnen und freunden des centro sociale e.v.

ZEA ( amsterdam )
Istari Lasterfahrer ( hamburg )
& DJ Grrt ( amsterdam )

Ort:
Frappant e.V.
Bodenstedtstraße 16, 22765 Hamburg, Germany

http://www.zea.dds.nl/
http://istari.sozialistischer-plattenbau.org/

ZEA solte bekannt sein. hier ein Konzertmitschnitt aus Cas‘Aupa von 2011:


Ich selber plane etwas ungeplantes also Improvisation also in etwa sowas: