Este blog intenta funcionar como una fuerza de pensamiento y cambio libre de amarras, donde busco compartir todo tipo de material distribuible a través del ciberespacio. Por tal razón, mientras hago este blog (paso a paso), descubro que esto viene a ser un conglomerado de pensamientos propios y prestados disponible para amigo y compañeros en el internet. En estos días, estaba pensando en escribir algún articulo sobre las llamadas “escenas”(algo tan pequeño en Puerto Rico que yo diría que es una sola escena con muchas ramificaciones, pero en fin todas conectadas) y recordé una canción que me dio una vez mi hermano Adrián. Esta canción fue escrita por los Dead Kennedys en el 1986 y representa exactamente lo que yo quería expresar en mi escrito, ya que a pesas de haber sido escrita hace mas de 20 años, mantiene una vigencia increíble sobre el estado de la subcultura musical y la transformación de esta a una cultura pop. Aunque la canción tenga algunas referencias al hair metal de los 80’s, estas bien se pueden aplicar al “screamo”, al hardcore y por ahí pa’ bajo. Por lo tanto, tomo “prestada” la canción de esta tan importante banda de punk y espero que la escuchen y la disfruten. Ahí les va.
Chickenshit Conformist - Dead Kennedys
Punk's not dead It just deserves to die When it becomes another stale cartoon A close-minded, self-centered social club Ideas don't matter, it's who you know
If the music's gotten boring It's because of the people Who want everyone to sound the same
Who drive bright people out Of our so-called scene 'Til all that's left Is just a meaningless fad
Hardcore formulas are dogshit Change and caring are what's real Is this a state of mind Or just another label?
The joy and hope of an alternative Has become its own cliche A hairstyle's not a lifestyle Imagine Sid Vicious at 35
Who needs a scene Scared to love and to feel Judging everythng By loud fast rules appeal
Who played last night? "I don't know, I forgot. But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun."
So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes Again and again Chickenshit conformist Like your parents
What's ripped us apart even more than drugs Are the thieves and the goddamn liars Flipping people off when they share their stuff When someone falls are there any friends?
Harder core than thou for a year or two Then it's time to get a real job Others stay home, it's no fun to go out When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs
When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals From New York metal labels looking to scam Who sign the most racist queerbashing bands they can find To make a buck revving kids up for war
Walk tall, act small Only as tough as gang approval Unity is bullshit When it's under someone's fat boot
Where's the common cause Too many factions Safely sulk in their shells Agree with us on everything Or we won't help with anythng That kind of attitude Just makes a split grow wider
Guess who's laughing while the world explodes When we're all crybabies Who fight best among ouselves
So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes Again and again Chickenshit conformist Like your parents
That farty old rock and roll attitude's back "It's competition, man, we wanna break big." Who needs friends when the money's good? That's right, the 70s are back.
Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative It just don't move me, ya know? The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos Do we really need the attitude too?
Shedding thin skin too quickly As a fan it disappoints me Same old stupid sexist lyrics Or is Satan all you can think of?
Crossover is just another word For lack of ideas Maybe what we need Are more trolls under the bridge Will the metalheads finally learn something- Or will the punks throw away their education?
No one's ever the best Once they believe their own press "Maturing" don't mean rehashing Mistakes of the past
So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes Again and again Chickenshit conformist Like your parents
The more things change The more they stay the same We can't grow When we won't criticize ourselves The 60s weren't all failure It's the 70s that stunk As the clock ticks we dig the same hole
Music scenes ain't real life They won't get rid of the bomb Won't eliminate rape Or bring down the banks Any kind of real change Takes more time and work Than changing channels on a TV set
So why are we So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes Again and again
Si quieres que ponga tu volante aqui me avisas y vemos.
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1 comment:
Que letra y musica genial.
A cada rato se piensa menos asi.
se piensa mas
A hairstyle's not a lifestyle
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