thekillingscreens - Live at Amigo

Rögzítve 2008. december 19-én, a Roll'A'Billy [TheKickAssXMassShow] este keretén belül, a budapesti Amigo Bárban. Majdnem egy óra karcos street rock'n'roll 13 számba sûrítve... A felvételt készítette és keverte Pokorádi István, illetve a Peek Stúdió. Vágatlan anyag, semmilyen egyéb utómunka nem történt. Minden jog fenntartva. Gyûlölhetõ, szerethetõ, ingyen letölthetõ!

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Recorded on the 19th of December 2008 at Amigo Bar, Budapest on Roll'A'Billy [TheKickAssXMassShow] night. Almost an hour of live dirty street rock'n'roll in 13 tracks... Recorded and mixed by Istvan Pokoradi, Peek Studio. Uncut, no other post-production were done. All rights reserved. Spread the world, hate it, or love it, download it for free!

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01. (INTRO) CHOOSE TO LOSE
02. NOVEMBER
03. CBGB
04. SUICIDE BLUES
05. A FRIEND OF MINE
06. SPEED KILLS
07. NO ROCKIN’ SHOES
08. BLITZKRIEG BOP
09. CRASH TEST DUMMY
10. LET’S DO THAT AGAIN
11. FEEL OKAY
12. (DON’T FORGET THE) SUCKER SIDE
13. SARAH SIN

01. (INTRO) CHOOSE TO LOSE

Blinded by the lights
When you wanna see
A smile and a burnin’ lip
Can get you in misery

Drunken by the smells
And also by the booze
They think you can…
But now, it’s too late to choose!

× × × × × CHOOSE TO LOSE × × × × ×

All the odds are against you
But this happens all the time
Should learn from your mistakes
But not tonight

Everyone is there to judge
But they don’t walk in your shoes
They think you can…
But now, it’s too late to choose!

× × × × × CHOOSE TO LOSE × × × × ×

CHOOSE TO LOSE ~ THAT’S YOUR GAME
SHOOTING OWN GOALS ~ WITHOUT SHAME
NO ONE’S THERE TO CHEER ~ BUT THAT’S OKAY
CAUSE LOSING-AND-NOT-WINING ARE NOT THE SAME…

Drink one more shot
Lick that breast
If you’re banging your head now
You’ve passed the test

No consequences
The feeling rules
They think you can…
But now, it’s too late to choose!

× × × × × CHOOSE TO LOSE × × × × ×

CHOOSE TO LOSE ~ THAT’S YOUR GAME
SHOOTING OWN GOALS ~ WITHOUT SHAME
NO ONE’S THERE TO CHEER ~ BUT THAT’S OKAY
CAUSE LOSING-AND-NOT-WINING ARE NOT THE SAME…

× × × × × CHOOSE TO LOSE × × × × ×

CHOOSE TO LOSE ~ THAT’S YOUR GAME
SHOOTING OWN GOALS ~ WITHOUT SHAME
NO ONE’S THERE TO CHEER ~ BUT THAT’S OKAY
CAUSE LOSING-AND-NOT-WINING ARE NOT THE SAME…

CHOOSE TO LOSE ~ THAT’S YOUR GAME
SHOOTING OWN GOALS ~ WITHOUT SHAME
NO ONE’S THERE TO CHEER ~ BUT THAT’S OKAY
CAUSE LOSING-AND-NOT-WINING ARE NOT THE SAME…

CHOOSE TO LOSE ~ THAT’S YOUR GAME
SHOOTING OWN GOALS ~ WITHOUT SHAME
NO ONE’S THERE TO CHEER ~ BUT THAT’S OKAY
CAUSE LOSING-AND-NOT-WINING ARE NOT THE SAME…

CHOOSE TO LOSE ~ THAT’S YOUR GAME
SHOOTING OWN GOALS ~ WITHOUT SHAME
NO ONE’S THERE TO CHEER ~ BUT THAT’S OKAY
CAUSE LOSING-AND-NOT-WINING ARE NOT THE SAME…

02. NOVEMBER

Death makes life beautiful
We know that we’ll come to an end
You’re leaving the town for sure
And never comming back again

We started like some kinda fun
Ended up a riot
I thought I needed the pain
Now I’m not sure about it

I cannot go with you
It just aint my way
All I can do is sayin that
You’ll find me here

DON’T WANT AUTUMN TO COME
I DON’T WANNA KNOW
WHAT IT REALLY FEELS LIKE
TO LET YOU GO

DON’T WANT AUTUMN TO COME
I DON’T WANNA KNOW
WHAT IT REALLY FEELS LIKE
TO LET YOU GO

Never met no one like you
Never will
You make me feel so alive
You just make me feel

DON’T WANT AUTUMN TO COME
I DON’T WANNA KNOW
WHAT IT REALLY FEELS LIKE
TO LET YOU GO

DON’T WANT AUTUMN TO COME
I DON’T WANNA KNOW
WHAT IT REALLY FEELS LIKE
TO LET YOU GO

03. CBGB

How could you stay
How could you stand
Cause I feel
But I just don’t understand
Don’t fuckin blame me
Rock’n’roll is what makes me

Where is my black-out fight
I always loose my mind
You know I’ve got your back
For a case like that
Just bang your head
And don’t talk back

DO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENIN’?
DO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?
WE HAVE A PROBLEM
WE GOTTA BREAK THEM DOWN!
DO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENIN’?
DO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?
WE HAVE A PROBLEM
WE GOTTA BREAK THEM DOWN!

I won’t pray, I won’t cry
I just wanna drink and die
Four guys from the streets
They tried, they did at least
Cocaine, glue and cigarettes
Dark walls and dirty rats

Like an execution
A shitty situation
53rd and 3rd
Most fuckers never heard
Black flag … Eastbay … Circle jerks
We’re outsiders

DO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENIN’?
DO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?
WE HAVE A PROBLEM
WE GOTTA BREAK THEM DOWN!
DO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENIN’?
DO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?
WE HAVE A PROBLEM
WE GOTTA BREAK THEM DOWN!

04. SUICIDE BLUES

I’ve got the Suicide Blues
The razor can’t wait
I have to die tonight
Before it’s too late

I’ve got the Suicide Blues
My switchblade rusts
Let me fix this thing
It just needs a little blood

I’ve got the Suicide Blues
You just don’t need to be blamed
“Willful overdose”
The doctor will say

I’ve got the Suicide Blues
This flat is so high
I’m not mad
I just want to fly

I’ve got the Suicide Blues
Chevelle from ‘68
It’s nothing wrong with it
I’ve just cut the brake

I’ve got the Suicide Blues
This bullet’s so bright
This ain’t a said song
It’s just time to die

I’ve got the Suicide Blues
The razor can’t wait
Have to die tonight
Before it’s too late

I’ve got the Suicide Blues
This bullet’s so bright
This ain’t a said song
It’s just time to die

05. A FRIEND OF MINE

I called you up
I had some time
So I payed you good
'Cause it's allright

But it wasn't me,
It was a friend of mine

I called you up
To spend the night
You smoked my pipe
We felt allright

But it wasn't me,
It was a friend of mine

I called you up
To drink that vine
We were drunk
We got so high

But it wasn't me
It was a friend of mine

You smoked my pipe
We drank that wine
I payed you good
'Cause it's allright

I swear it wasn't me
It was a good old friend of mine...

06. SPEED KILLS
[after the words of Rancid - Spirit of '87]

Saturday... Where else you gonna go
There's no way I'm gonna end up at a disco
Make my way through fist fights and stilettos to rock'n'roll
Dirty street rock'n'roll, rock'n'roll...

07. NO ROCKIN’ SHOES
[after the words of The HepCats - No Rockin' Shoes]

I hate the world that sourrounds me
Looks like it's allright
But inside it's rotten, ugly and lame
I'm not here to stop

I hate the the scene around me
It's just so fake
Rebel flags, expensive merch
Same bands every friday

I DON’T NEED NO MORE ROCKIN’ SHOES
I DON’T NEED NO MORE ROCKIN’ SHOES
I DON’T NEED NO MORE ROCKIN’ SHOES

I hate the people next to me
Telling me how to act
Who to love and who to hate
To clear up my act

I hate every cover song
Every boring verse
Hot rods, pinups, greasy hairs
But nothing else

I DON’T NEED NO MORE ROCKIN’ SHOES
I DON’T NEED NO MORE ROCKIN’ SHOES
I DON’T NEED NO MORE ROCKIN’ SHOES

I DON’T NEED NO MORE FUCKIN’ SHOES
I DON’T NEED NO MORE FUCKIN’ SHOES
I DON’T NEED NO MORE FUCKIN’ SHOES

08. BLITZKRIEG BOP
[The Ramones cover]

09. CRASH TEST DUMMY

Fast, fast, fast
I’m going fast
Fasten your seatbelts
Or eat the glass

Faster, motherfucker
Go, go, go
The bitch on the backseat
Super-un-known

Run, run, run
Against the wall
Get out my way
I wanna fall

Speed, speed, speed
Get fuck out
I'm burnin' high
I'm burnin’ out

I WANNA BE A CRASH TEST DUMMY
I WANNA BE A CRASH TEST DUMMY
I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE,
A CRASH TEST DUMMY

Head, head, head
Heading straight to hell
Tonite we may
Dine down there

Fight, fight, fight
Don’t fuckin’ blame
Join me
I’m a shame

WANNA BE A CRASH TEST DUMMY
I WANNA BE A CRASH TEST DUMMY
I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE,
A CRASH TEST DUMMY

WANNA BE A CRASH TEST DUMMY
I WANNA BE A CRASH TEST DUMMY
I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE, I WANNA BE,
A CRASH TEST DUMMY

10. LET’S DO THAT AGAIN

I’m not looking for love
I have enough friends
If the sex was good
Well… let’s do that again

LET’S DO THAT AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN…

I’m not buying you beer
I have enough gin
If we get so drunk
Well… let’s do that again

LET’S DO THAT AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN…

I’m not writing new songs
I have enough tracks
If we kick some ass
Well… let’s do that again

LET’S DO THAT AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN…

let’s do that again
let’s do that again
let’s do that again
AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN ’N’ AGAIN…

11. FEEL OKAY

I don't know if I wanna get things straight
I don't ever wanna feel okay

This is my road and it's a one way-lane
I don't ever wanna feel okay

On the wrong side of the tracks don't step in way
I don't ever wanna feel okay

I don't ever wanna feel okay
Cause feelin’ okay is kinda gay

12. (DON’T FORGET THE) SUCKER SIDE

Born to loose
But live to win
Always try to prove
But never wanna fit in

Got a pair
Heart and diamond eight
But I never throw
My ace of spades away

WELCOME
ON THE SUCKER SIDE OF STORY
NO CONSEQUENCE
NO GLORY

WELCOME
ON THE SUCKER SIDE OF LIFE
WELL HELL COME
TO THE SUCKER SIDE

Looks live heaven
Feels like hell
Blood in your mouth
Dirt in your bed

Job that sucks
Dreams are fake
Opened gin bottle
To fill that empty space

WELCOME
ON THE SUCKER SIDE OF STORY
NO CONSEQUENCE
NO GLORY

WELCOME
ON THE SUCKER SIDE OF LIFE
WELL HELL COME
TO THE SUCKER SIDE

Felt so alone
While you were around
Felt so good
To let you down

Got so low
Feels like high
So fucked up
Just repeatin’ these lines:

WELCOME
ON THE SUCKER SIDE OF STORY
NO CONSEQUENCE
NO GLORY

WELCOME
ON THE SUCKER SIDE OF LIFE
WELL HELL COME
TO THE SUCKER SIDE

13. SARAH SIN

I’m not easily touched by anyone
Especially not by a girl singing her own stuff

But standing there in the middle of spotlight
She’s the killer blond makes you wanna die

She knows the effect that she has, plays her role well
And the music’s not fake, I’m the one here to tell

She loves Rancid stuff, and plays Ramones too
She does things her way, she has nothing to prove

ON STAGE WITH HER BLACK GIBSON GUITAR
SHE’S SO CLOSE, BUT SHE’S OH SO FAR
PLAYING IN THE PERFECT KEY
SHE’S SO INNOCENT, SHE’S SO FULL OF SIN

Rock’n’roll sweetheart standing on the dirty floor
She comes back three times but I want more

Bodysurfin’ on the top of the crowd
I feel peace while loosing my ground

Emotionally this only proves I’m a zero
But I couldn’t care less… Hell no!

It’s a cheap trick, and I’m the one here to buy
Falling in love with her, just for a night

ON STAGE WITH HER BLACK GIBSON GUITAR
SHE’S SO CLOSE, BUT SHE’S OH SO FAR
PLAYING IN THE PERFECT KEY
SHE’S SO INNOCENT, SHE’S SO FULL OF SIN

ON STAGE WITH HER BLACK GIBSON GUITAR
SHE’S SO CLOSE, BUT SHE’S OH SO FAR
PLAYING IN THE PERFECT KEY
SHE’S SO INNOCENT, SHE’S SO FULL OF SIN


ON STAGE WITH HER BLACK GIBSON GUITAR
SHE’S SO CLOSE, BUT SHE’S OH SO FAR
PLAYING IN THE PERFECT KEY
SHE’S SO INNOCENT, SHE’S SO FULL OF SIN