Pank (ne)kultura

Bila je tako lepa- priča koja stoji iza

hcpunkerka | 17 Oktobar, 2012 17:36

      Da li ste stvarno mislili da je Pekinška Patka smislila tu pesmu? Pretpostvljam da niste ni posumljali da se u pesmi ne govori o gadnoj i bubouljičavoj devojci i mrtvo- pijanom pevaču.

      Zapravo, "Bila je tako lijepa" je francuska narodna pesma nastala u vreme rata. Ne znam priču tačno zato što sam je čula u obliku mita to jest legende. Devojka koja je bila lepa je zapravo bio jedan veoma lep ženski hipik, verovatno nadrogiran koji je skackao u centru ratne havarije verovatno pored neke reke. Naišavši na jedan tenk ona je ubacila u njegovu cev cvet i obema rukama prekrila cev. Sa druge strane te cevi stojao je razneženi tenkista i sledeća slika koju je video lik koji je mnogo voleo jeste da je ona tolko bila rasejana da ni usisivačem nisi mogao da je pokupiš. On je sve to prepričao pesniku, pesnik svima redom... moja ljubav meni, a ja vama. "Divna je ona bila kada sam ostao sam. Više se nismo sreli jer ju je odneo dan(tenk)".Inače,Patkice su pesmicu obradile od Dragana Stojnića, nekog tamo pevača.

Bila je tako lepa uvek se sećam nje
bila je tako lepa kad ju je odnio dan
divna je ona bila kada sam ostao sam
i više se nismo sreli jer ju je odnio dan

bila je ... bila je ... 2x

sve je kao tajna ostalo na kraju to
oči i njene ruke plačni pogled njen
mozda je tako bolje zaborav nosi sve
ali ipak ipak ipak se često
često se setim nje

bila je ... bila je ... 2x

bila je ... bila je ... 2x

Danima kiša lije uz prozor stojim sam
prošlo je mnogo dana obuze tad me san
setih se onog jutra nasega rastanka
setih se tihe reke kojom je otisla

bila je ... bila je ... 5x

bila je tako gadna i bubljičava
a ja sam bio mrtav pijan

un, does, tres, bila je ...

bila je ... 7x

Tako lepa uvek se sećam nje
bila je tako lepa kao tog jutra dan
divna je ona bila
lalala lalala
vise se nismo sreli jer ju je odnio dan

bila je ... 8x

 

 

 

What if punk never heppened?

hcpunkerka | 27 Septembar, 2012 20:12

Ne stvarno, šta bi se desilo? Neću da serem. Htela sam samo da glorifikujem jednu pesmu jer je objasnila.

 Well on a cold Tuesday morning, I was walking into town,
Had my headphones blaring, didn't notice what was around,
I crossed the road, a car swerved and nearly ran me down,
Looked in the driver's seat, I swear to God it was Doc Brown,
He said “Are you Michael J Fox?” I said “No I'm Jonny Fox”,
He said “Close enough, get inside,
I'm taking you with me to see another time,
A place you could only have dreamed in your mind,
An alternative reality situated just outside of Clapham,
So strap yourself in,
Cos where we're going you don't need roads,
To get to where punk never happened”

We landed in a concrete desert, rubble as far as the eye could see,

I says to Doc “Where we goin'?”
Doc says he's following me,
We found the only building in the city that was left standing,
It was my local venue,
I know cos I recognised the landing,
And there's a gig on tonight! This town ain't so bad,
I got everything I need, right here in this pad,
So I pulled out a bottle and took a heroic swig,
Made myself comfortable and got ready for the gig,

Well an hour after doors and there was still no-one there,

The soundman was on acid, the fucking long hair,
The bands never showed cos they didn't see the point,
When all the kids are at home still smoking a joint,
They won't go out and do nothing, not on your nelly,
They're just watching the telly and then feeding their belly,
Their parents listen to The Beatles, while they listen to Nirvana,
Cos Green Day and The Pistols, well they never heard either,

They got long sleeve T-shirts and they never shower,

They still believe in flower power,
The hippy dream's faded but they got nothing new,
So they wear flares and slippers and burn incense sticks too,
The kids would rather skate than go out and smash the state,
While their parents sit still and meditate,
Action's at a low when people just don't care,
They zoned out to their surroundings, the anger's not there,

And I'm stuck in this hippy, grunge reality,

Where the buildings are crumbling down from apathy,
They grab you at school when you've just turned 13,
And show you your brand new, life long routine,
You can sleep and work, and work and sleep,
So you can save up the money to buy a new jeep,
So you can sleep and work, and work and sleep,
Then sleep. Then work. Then work. Then sleep.

I pulled a fanzine out my back pocket, held it in my hands,

And watched the colours slowly fade away,
The words bled right off of the pages til it had nothing left to say,
I banged on the jukebox but it was useless,
It had no good records on,
Not even something weak like 'The Best Punk Album In The World Ever Volume 1',
Outside the windows, I saw the excavators coming to tear the place down,
No-one stopped them, for there is no community left in this town,
There's no-one around to fight Margaret Thatcher,
The power of the flower just couldn't match her,

Too strong was the will of Parliament to cause damage,

That with no punk rock everything went unchallenged,
Land got knocked down to build more land,
That got knocked down again for a couple more grand,
With no punk the protests were full of throwbacks calling each other comrade,
Of course the young folks' attendance started to fade,
So it was easy for the police to move in, they were trusted,
And that's when the whole damn town got busted,

They moved CCTV cameras in everywhere,

But the people were too apathetic to care,
They made them carry ID cards to state where they're from,
As if by being born they had done something wrong,
They shipped all the poor folk to live out in the edges,
So the rich folk could move in and peer over their hedges,
“But before you leave, you'd better build our homes,
There, we've done you a favour, now you're on your own,
This ain't your home no more, go find somewhere new,
I know you ain't got the money, cos it's me who employs you,
I know everything about you, what you eat, how you dress,
Your hobbies, your turn-ons, your email address,
While I had you working in the dark, you didn't realise,
That I completely stopped your ability to organise,
I didn't let you have a reason to communicate,
I banned punk rock knowing you hippies would seal your own fate,
I controlled everything you wrote, everything you created,
I distracted you with advertisements so you forgot what you hated,
I fed your dark side, kept you consuming and competing,
And like a dog that doesn't know when to stop eating,
You took it all, oh and long was it my intention,
You could have beat me if punk rock was your invention”,
Instead the city will be sold to the highest bids,
If only Sham 69 had of united the kids,

If only the 4 Skins had told us ACAB,

If only The Ramones had let us know we were a happy family,
If only The Buzzcocks had shown us how to do it ourself,
If only Crass had shown us there are things more important than wealth,
If only The Vandals had shown us it was OK to smile,
If only The Dead Kennedys had helped us put our government on trial,
If only Rancid had played live, and brought with them that vibe,
If we had Sick Of It All and Madball we could put them all on the frontline,

If we had GG Allin we'd have learned it's OK to be hated,

If we'd have had The Refused then we could have innovated,
If we'd had Poison Idea then they couldn't push us over,
If we'd had Minor Threat then we could have done it sober,
If we'd have had Against Me we could have done it all unplugged,
If we'd had Operation Ivy we could have done it then fucked off,
If we had The Blitz, The Clash, Disorder, Propagandhi,
The Exploited, NOFX and anyone that's handy,

There's a lesson to be learned, one that I will take home,

When I return to my normal reality zone,
Punk rock has the power to change the world,
It lies in every single punk rock boy and girl,
So don't let anyone tell you you're not worth the earth,
These streets are your streets, this turf is your turf,
Don't let anyone tell you that you've got to give in,
Cos you can make a difference, you can change everything,
Just let your dreams be your pilot, your imagination your fuel,
Tear up the book and write your own damn rules,
Use all that heart, hope and soul that you've got,
And the love and the rage that you feel in your gut,
And realise that the other world that you're always looking for,
Lies right here in front of us, just outside this door,
And it's up to you to go out there and paint the canvas,
After all, you were put on the earth to do this,
So shine your light so bright that all can see,
Take pride in being whoever the fuck you want to be,
Throw your fist in the air in solidarity,
AND SHUT VIVA LA PUNK , JUST ONE LIFE, ANARCHY

Deponija izdaje novi album!

hcpunkerka | 06 Septembar, 2012 20:51

Popularnom pevaču i jedinom član grupe benda Deponija prdnulo je napamet da snimi album te ga je i snimio. Biće izbačen za koji dan a linkove ću postaviti ispod. Ovaj vrlo produktivni one-man bend izdaje sedmi album na kome će biti dvadesetak pesama. Njegov krevet su klupe u parku i na železničkim stanicama (devojke, izvolite) Dosta mog sranja, čitajte intervju.

 

*Le me: Dakle, izašao je novi album, zašto?

  DEPONIJA: Pa još ga nisam objavio! Traže ljudi da čuju nove stvari. Verovala ili ne, ima takvih ljudi. Za koji dan će biti dostupan na netu.

*Le me: Što dokazuje da si popularan, jelte. A gde to čovečuljci mogu da čuju?

 DEPONIJA: Biće okačeno na netu (You Tube) a moćiće i na nastupima. Nastupam skoro svakog vikenda kao najgora pevaljka. Uživo to deluje mnogo moćnije i zajebanije Laughing

*Jas: Koliko si pesmica snimio?

 DEPONIJA: Dvadesetak. Hteo sam da snimim 40 ali nema smisla! Ko će to da sluša! A i bolje dva albuma sa po 20 nego jedan sa 40.

*Ja: Gde crpiš inspiraciju?

 DEPONIJA: Jebem li ga... Sve su to mahom autobiografske pesme i 99% istinite. Ne mogu sa snimam koliko pišem!

*Moja persona: Da li si razmišljao o boljoj produkciji?

DEPOINIJA: Palo mi nešto na pamet ali mislim da nema svrhe jer to onda ne bi bila Deponija. Imam u planu da radim i bolju produkciju ali to će biti neki drugi bend.

*Ego: Kada smo već kod benda, jesi li planirao nekog da ti pravi gužvu na bini? 

DEPONIJA: Mislim da sam i sam suvišan na bini pa većinu svog nastupa provedem u masi a ne na bini.

*Novinarka: To je do jaja, možeš da praviš svirke gde hoćeš. Koliko svirki imaš mesečno?

DEPONIJA: Pa da, obično pevam na gajbi ili stepenicama ili žardinjeri. Pa kako kad. Ovog meseca sam nastupao svakog vikenda i u narednih mesec dana Ću imati bar 3 svirke.

*Blogerka: Gde tačno?

DEPONIJA: Ivent!

*Moja posebnost: Odlično! Kakvo je tvoje mišljenje o nacionalnoj ekonomiji?

DEPONIJA: Mislim da je to put prosperiteta.

* A šta bi sa higijenom u gradu?

DEPONIJA:  Ja sam odrastao na divljim DEPONIJAMA, a pojavila se i divlja higijena a higijena mi nije jača strana!

*Ne znam više kako da se nazovem: Gde su te najviše prcali? 

DEPONIJA: U mozak...

*Eh da, ovo mnoge zanima. Imaš li devojku?

DEPONIJA: Neće me ni jedna Frown Na žalost moja publika su sve sami klošari, alkoholičari, probisveti i tek po neka riba zagorela.

* Možeš da navataš neku ako daš proglas da snimaš neki nešto.

DEPONIJA: Ja jednom tražio devojku da snimi duet samnom. Javila se samo jedna al ona zna da peva pa je nisam prihvatio. I na kraju sam sam sanimio duet sa sobom tj. pevao sam i ženski vokal Smile

*Baš da čujem!

DEPONIJA: Pa to je pesma sa novog albuma- za koji dan!

* Kako je prošla svirka sa Pičvajzom?

DEPONIJA: OVa pre 10 dana? Bilo je supre, tako kažu jer se ne sećam baš najbolje.

*Šta imaš da poručiš čitaocima?

DEPONIJA: Ništa bitno i pametno osim da se uzmu u pamet.

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Nedovrsen clanak

hcpunkerka | 04 Septembar, 2012 22:13

Nasilje proizvodi nasilje. Ne, mi nismo besni zato što nam je čitav život cvetalo cveće. Da, kurve su kurve  ("pave kurve") zato što su imali srećno detinjstvo. Gansteri su ganksteri zato što su izrasli u Belvilu. Ma nikome od vas nije savršeno, u to sam sigurna. Mada, većina se trudi da živi tzv. "savršen" život (srećno detinjstvo, uzoran đak, fakulte, poso, žena- deca, porodica, penzija, sve to sa čelilnim ekserima prikucanim osmehom na licu) iliti životu sa reklame. I eto, zbog tog i takvog života vi kao tinedžeri trpite zabrane. To rade da se ne bi drogirali, zatrudneli, prokockali, popušili, propili, prokurvali, popustili u školi, već da bi svi postali uspešni ekonomisti iz buđave kancelarije iz reklame. Samim tim- mi gubimo to dragoceno vreme maldosti- ludosti.Dalje,gubimo svoje kvalitete, dragocenosti i različitosti samo zbog tog prokletog pokušaja života sa reklame koje u jednom trenutku mora da abortira.

 

A evo šta Frank Zapa ima da poruči:

čika Frank 

Ceca se slikala gola, pogledajte slike

hcpunkerka | 26 Avgust, 2012 11:40

   Sram bilo sve vas koji ste kliknuli na link da bi ste videli golu milficu. I sram bilo sve vas koje ovakve gluposti zanimaju. A svi vi seksisti gorite u paklu. 

    Patetično!

 
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