Παρασκευή, 8 Μαΐου 2009

Spirit Of '87 performed by Rancid


Saturday,Where else you gonna go?
There's no way,I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,Where else you gonna go?
There's no way,I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll,
rock and roll, to rock and roll, rock and roll.

[Tim:] There's a club on the coast, where the kids get lost,
and no one's gonna stare,
chick T's bleached jeans with dayglow mohawk hair,
misfits and homeless kids all call their home there,
Don't tell me it ain't real! Don't you fucking dare!

[Lars:] 10 punx pile in the car, nothing going on,
Turn up my radio, cuz it's my favorite song,
There's a club on the coast where all the kids get along,
Skins and punx, and wayward ones,
Matt: Nothing can go wrong!

Saturday,Where else are ya gonna go?
There's no way,I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,Where else are ya gonna go?
There's no way,I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.

[Tim:] Do you know what, when I show up,
there's gonna be some fucking action,
So many styles always so wild, that's the fucking attraction,
She said what i'll fuck 'em up, that's her satisfaction,

Matt: Bottle of reds, straight to the head,
detox transaction,
[Lars:] Hell's angels ran my neighborhood,
It was always understood,
I was running errands for the Angels,
I was a little fucking hood!
Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood,
I don't give a fuck I was locked up, should be dead or in jail!

Saturday,Where else are ya gonna go?
There's no way,I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,Where else are ya gonna go?
There's no way,I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Everybody: Family turns their back on their son,
Now we're all alone,Now we ain't got a home,
Now we're among our own!

Saturday,Where else are ya gonna go?
There's no way,I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,Where else are ya gonna go?
There's no way,I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll[fade out]

1 σχόλιο:

Madame de la Luna είπε...

Νομίζω, πρέπει ν' αφιερώσω μερικά 24ωρα για ν' αφουγκραστώ όλα τα τραγούδια σου.

Ως τότε αφήνω ένα ίχνος σιωπής (;)
- για κείνο που δεν βρέθηκε ακόμα..