PUNKMANIFESTO: punkrock operA in three acts. Marco Pankow
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HEITER BIS WOLKIG 2017
Now is the end of fun!
1 MANIFEST
A conceptalbum. Not a rockopera.
A punk rock operA!
Recorded from 2015 to 2016 by Jacke in the track 1 studios in Bremen.
Compositions by Elf from Slime as well as Klaus der Geiger, Christophé Thebaud and Tobias Hamm and Marco from Hbw.
Text, vocals and coverartwork by Marco and Micha from HbW.
All guitars and basses played by Elf.
Drums by Olly Rosthal.
Photoartwork by fiolkman Thorsten Fiolka, Joscha Seehausen and Sergej Girivenko as well as good old fellow Pedro Citoler.
Produced by Marco Pankow and entropie.
Our fifth album as CD on Käpt´n Fabsis Weser Label. And as a Doppel-Vinyl-LP of MAD BUTCHER RECORDS.
Stay rude! Stay rebel! Stay punk!
Voices / Characters:
HE
PAN
I 1
I 2
WE
YOU
THEY
CHILD(REN)
CHOIR
Act I: In this world
1. overture
darkland
(punk protagonist in a straightjacket, despaired)
HE:
Time goes on and time goes by.
The tide comes in the tide is high.
Mankind still stands at the edge of the world,
while earth rotates defiantly.
2. kick off
forever punk
I 1:
We grew up brainwashed, stiffed and starched,
we´re still under construction.
But we will never be a part of your emotional abduction.
And you will never keep us away from Rock´n´Roll.
You will never get us under control.
WE:
We´re born with our fate to make fun out of hate,
born with our fate to make fun out of hate!
WE, CHOIR:
No kicks, no tricks, not in a fix, beware of this dirty mix!
We will blow up every fuse, the audience won´t be amused.
We will make it loud and big, we will ride the flying pig.
We became who we were and we will, we will forever stay,
forever punk!
I 2:
Marionettes of capitalism camouflage as democrats.
On their strings are pulling multinational sociopaths.
Modern ages, modern times,
modern rage and modern crimes,
modern people, modern cranks
in politics and banks.
WE:
We´re born with our fate to make fun out of hate,
born with our fate to make fun out of hate!
WE, CHOIR:
No kicks, no tricks, not in a fix, beware of this dirty mix!
We will blow up every fuse, the audience won´t be amused.
We will make it loud and big, we will ride the flying pig.
We became who we were and we will, we will forever stay,
forever punk!
WE:
We´re born with our fate to make fun out of hate,
born with our fate to make fun out of hate.
WE, CHOIR:
No kicks, no tricks, not in a fix, beware of this dirty mix!
We will blow up every fuse, the audience won´t be amused.
We will make it loud and big, we will ride the flying pig.
We became who we were and we will, we will forever stay,
forever punk!
Forever punk!
Forever punk!
We will forever stay -
forever punk!
Forever punk!
Forever punk!
We will, we will forever stay -
forever punk!
I 1:
Rumors of our death are out of all proportions.
We´re on a highway to hell with social distortion.
We will rise from any ruin, we are tired of your doing,
we don’t need no fuckin´ nation,
we don´t need no education.
WE:
Fuck restriction, fuck ambition!
We are on a special mission.
We don’t need no faked smile,
fuck for Zeitgeist, fuck for style!
WE, YOU, CHOIR:
This is Zombieland! Zombieland! Zombieland!
This is Zombieland!
Zombieland! Zombieland! Zombieland!
This is, this is Zombieland!
I 2:
We still not have a house, we´re still under construction.
But we will never be a part of your emotional abduction.
And you will never keep us away from Rock´n´Roll.
And you will never get us under control!
3. call to adventure: Checkpoint Charlie
fuck
WE:
We don´t swallow, we won´t follow!
We don’t give a fuck, we will fuck it up!
Fuck NSA, fuck CIA, fuck CSI, fuck the USA!
I 2:
Fuck pop! Fuck Pope! Fuck Coke! Fuck soap!
Fuck stars! Fuck stripes! Fuck bras! Fuck bribes!
Fuck fashion!