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Откуда Berkeley, California, United States
Жанры Punk Rock
Hardcore Punk
Ska punk
Годы 1991—н.в.
Лейблы Hellcat Records
Epitaph Records
Lookout! Records
См. также Transplants
Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards
Green Day
The Used
Devil's Brigade
Dance Hall Crashers
Basic Radio
Operation Ivy
UK Subs
Shaken 69
The Silencers
Сайт Website
Branden Steineckert
Tim Armstrong
Lars Frederiksen
Matt Freeman
Бывшие участники
Brett Reed

Альбом Rancid

...And Out Come The Wolves (1995)
. . .

Maxwell can't tell he's in hell
He just wants you to visit him there
Same old game that he's playin'
His rules are never fair

Nobody want to look back evrybody wanna get high tonight
Before they run outta time where's the felon the chargible
Felon the name of the crook who committed the crime

Dial 999 if you really want the truth
Dial 999 if you can't see it through
He ain't jack the ripper he's your ordinary crook
Calling maxwell murder for you

Maxwell got a hand in his plan
He knows who you are in this plan
Chop the rock before you bought it

. . .

Hey little sister do you know what time it was
when you finally seen all your broken dreams
come crashing down your door
they demand an answer and they demand it quick
or the questions fade and the wasted days
come crawling back for more

do you know where the power lies? and who pulls the strings
do you know where the power lies it starts and ends with you

the face of isolation
well that's one you recognize
well you can't get straight
it's a lonely place and
it's one you do despise

boredom is for sale now
and helplessness you feel
it's a wounded dove and the hawks are above
blood splattered on a reel to reel

I was almost over my world was almost gone
in a sudden rush I could almost touch the
things that I'd done wrong
my jungle's made of concrete
through silence I could feel
my aim is true I will walk on through

. . .

Took the 60 bus
out of downtown Cambell Ben Zandito
he was on there he was waitin' for me
all the punk rockers
and the moon stompers
are out on the corners where
they sparing for change

I started thinkin'
you know I started drinkin'
you know I don't remember too much of that day
somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money
do you go now when your only is

with the music execution and the talk of revolution
it bleeds in me and it goes

give 'em the boot the roots the radicals
give 'em the boot you know I'm a radical
give 'em the boot the roots the reggae on my stereo

the radio was playin' Desmon Dekker was singin'
on the 49 bus as we climb up the hill
nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin'
and we all come from unloving homes
why even bother I pick up the bohle
hey mr. bus driver please let these people on
rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl

. . .

If you wanna make the move
then you better come in
it's just the ability to reason
that wears so thin
living and dying and the stories that are true
secrets to a good life is knowing when you're through

black coat, white shoes, blackhat, cadillac
the boy's a time bomb

he's back in the hole where they got him living
like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives
like a cat take him to the youth authority home
first thing you learn is that you got to make it
in this world alone

now he's gotten out he's gotten free he's gotta go
gotta car 21 years old he's runnin' from the
bar his pager's beepin' he's got in deep in
whatever he can move on in you know that kid's a creepin'

in tears come from the razor that's been tattooed below
his eye his mother cries she knows that he is strong enough
to die he's rollin' in the cadillac it's midnight sunroof is down
three shots rung out the herd's deal

. . .

Hangin' out with Lars down on 6th street
he knew I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the devil
there was something burnin' deep inside of me

ran into three Puerto Ricans
these girls took us to the funhouse
where we played a lonely pinball machine

hangin' on the corner of 52nd. and Broadway
cars passin' by but none of them seem to be goin' my way

New York City well I wish I was on a highway
back to Olympia...

I'm having a hard time understanding
it gets all too demanding
she's all gone and I'm stranded
something burning deep inside of me

all I know it's 4'o'clock and
she ain't never showed up
and I watched a thousand people go home from work

how many times will it take me
before I go crazy
before I lose everything
something burning deep inside of
me ran into three Puerto Ricans
those girls took us to the funhouse

. . .

The ending isn't here (there's somethin' wrong)
but it's comin'real soon (i lock step I'm gone)
i said the feeling isn't fear (there's something wrong)
it's just telling you to move (i lock step I'm gone)

there's a fire on the corner and it's never gonna stop
killer in the neighborhood never got caught
I lock up my door step out and I'm gone
waitin' for the buses but the buses won't come

all the docks are quiet (there's somethin' wrong)
and there's no ships comin' in (i lock step I'm gone)
where there once was a riot (there's somethin' wrong)
there's a whole lot of nothin' (lock step i'm gone)

the stop signs broken and the meters goin' down
wild dogs are runnin' themselves into the ground
everything was clear for that moment in time
if I don't come back well throw me a line

well the docks are quiet (there's somethin' wrong)
and there's no ships comin' in (i lock step i'm gone)
where there once was a riot (there's somethin' wrong)

. . .

The common man doesn't suffer pain like this
only the soul that has never been kissed
let us adore our beautiful son
he's ridin' on the river of Babylon

bootin' up, shootin' up bring on the brightness
see the son of god is comin' up and I see a likeness
internalize the lunacy of the misery is showin'
when you're brought up you're caught up in a system that's goin'

no one answers no one takes that call from you
junkyman tell me what your story's...

water I despise
some parents house is on fire
slowly the house gonna burn to the ground
the neighborhood will watch

will someone be a witness please tell me that he's crazy
but he's not and they know that and they can't get him cause he's not crazy
beat lock him knock him take him away his authority
hit 'em, ship 'em, club 'em submitted conformity

my hand went blind clairvoyant
i make love to my trance sister my trance sister
went on and my trance parents see from the balcony
I looked out on the big field
it opens like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
their plans trampling the snow the asphalt
I stand on my head and watch it all go away

bootin' up, shootin' up bring on the brightness
see the son of god is comin' up and there's a likeness
internalize the lunacy the misery is showin' when

. . .

Stuck in the sewer beneath all the maggots
I ain't foolin' i've been pursuing god damn it man I almost
had it a way to get out of these dirty old ruins

I'm checkin' out i'm never comin' back again
i'm checkin' out I'm listed M.I.A.

god damn it man I almost had
it threw me out the door and called me a faggot
I ain't done i've only yet begun
West Oakland is the place where i'm comin' from

god damn it
man I almost had it
well I did it again yeah I do it outta habit
well i'm numb it ain't no fun i'm less than zero
when you add up the sum

I'm checkin' out yeah
it ain't no doubt yeah
a courtship built from anger is what it amounts
I almost had it I came so close

. . .

Echoes of reggae comin' through my bedroom wall
havin' a party up next door but i'm sittin here all alone
two lovers in the bedroom and the other starts to shout
all i got is this blank stare and that don't carry no clout at all

destination unknown
ruby ruby ruby ruby soho

he's singin and she's there to lend a hand
he's seen his name on the marquee but she will never understand
once again he's leavin' and she's there with a tear in her eye
embraces with a warm gesture it's time, time to say goodbye

ruby's heart ain't beatin cause she knows the feelin' is gone
she's not the only one who knew there's somethin' wrong
little lover's in the distance as she wipes a tear from her eye

. . .

He was an artist and a writer
and a poet and a friend
in a man's life he will take a fall
but how low he goes it just depends

he's shooting dope in the men's room
at the station daly city train
have you ever seen an angel well I know I have
they'll stay here for a while and then they'll fly away

Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
when he rolled the dice he never thought twice
never thought twice about being

some grown up and some grow old
but what about the kid who never learned the rules
spent all these years on this earth
when you look back it's just a flicker of time

Jackyl was one of the one's that he was one
of the one's that was already saved
through all the evil and wreckage
he maintained a sense of himself

some men are in prison even though they walk the streets at night

. . .

Reconcile to the relief
consumed in sacred ground for me
there wasn't always a place to go
but there was always an urgent need to belong

all these bands and
all these people
all these friends and
we were equals but
what you gonna do
when everybody goes on without you?

to the end to the end i'll journey to the end

started in 87 ended in 89
got a garage or an amp we'll play anytime
it was just the 4 of us, yeah man the core of us
too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
4 kids on tour, 3000 miles in a 4-door car not know what was goin' on
we got a million years
tourin' out like this hell
no no premonition coulda seen this

my friend came from far away
from new orleans into the east bay
he said this is a mecca i said this ain't no mecca man, this place's fucked
3 months go by, he had no home he had no food he's all alone
matty said fool me once shame on you didn't fool me twice

. . .

The way that she moves well i was aroused
impowered impassioned by every move
it's cold outside we need a place to hide
go into the club to thaw out for the night

she's automatic so automatic the way that she moves

she asked me if I would stand by
her side like glue that I would till the end of the night

my head was spinnin' a million miles an hour
the chance I was takin' I get anxious around her
she put her head on my shoulder I started to hold her

. . .

Look up you're in Cleveland again
a solid line that never ends
i've got stories you'll never realize
and I know it I wear it on my sleeve

there must be somethin' about you that I liked but
right here in the rain you know it just don't seem right
I always go out I never hide but in Cleveland
I should have stayed inside

good morning heartache
your like an old friend

come and see me again testify my love
for you I know it runs deep through your body too
from the cold blacktop to the hot concrete
the old tan van it ain't so sweet

somewhere in America in the city at night
we were far from home but you know it was gonna be alright

the unfortunate get prayed on by vultures eyes

. . .

Business man come shake my hand
Show me numbers that I understand
Your my candle i'm burning your wick
Two sides comin' in quick

Say goodbye when you see the sign
Now I'm crucified!
Crucifiy me

the ground is fertile and the grass is green
so many things to be seen
so many bands to be heard

. . .

Little Sammy was a punk rocker
you know his mother never understand him
went to his room and smashed his Billy Bragg record
didn't want him to hear that communist lecture

Little Sammy was a punk rocker
you know his mother tried to take him to war
Sammy now the war is over now we're at the wars end

Little Sammy was a punk rocker

. . .

A cat lies awake when it sleeps
was she conscious of her own miseries
will the amount of her pain
win her to enlightenment and set conscience free

do you really wanna know what's happenin'
do you really wanna know what's goin' on
hey girl you better please take a look around
you better explore your heart and find out for yourself

Jenny Demilo you don't care nothin' about me

I never realy had a reason
never had a use for one before
but now I know that there's now a prize
but for the wise and the unwise

do you really wanna know what's happenin'
do you really wanna know what's goin' on
hey girl you better please take a look around you explore your heart
and find out for yourself

. . .

I saw an old man on the street
he was in a dumpster lookin' for somethin' to eat
he moved so slow like a dyin' dream
like a machinist who got caught in the machine

I saw this lady and she was cryin'
she said it's hard when someone you love is dyin'
I saw this kid who was about 5 years old
he was in the park all alone he was cold

there's something coming around
as wicked as it may seem
as wicked as anything could be

I know this girl she's barely alive
she's all haggard she's only twenty-five
she said she never had a friend before
I said "hey girl I'll be your friend but who's keepin' score"
I sawthis other little girl on the phone
her mother comforts her from far from home
the little girl was very hesitant
her best friend lie dead on the pavement

I always end up back on the hill
lookin' down at the landfill
I always go there when I can

. . .

I figured out the problem yea the problem is you
you didn't see us comin' now there's nothin' you can do
times are gonna change, change or step aside
it's my point of view that took you by surprise

the sun's comin up yea the new dawn arrives
new generation standing stand with anger in their eyes
no love in the city 'cause there's no connection
been stricken with disease a racial infection

I'm a rattering ram comin' through to you
in every alleyway on every avenue

actions could erase all the fear that we suffer
people segregated no one understands each other
he's a different color but we're the same kid
I will treat him like my brother he will treat me like his

well an eye for an eye yea a tooth for a tooth
brother against brother should be singin' with the group
the inner cities burnin' yea it's screamin' black and blue
the power and the passion of a million youth

I figured out the problem yea the problem is you
you din't see us comin' now there's nothin' you can do
he's a different color but we're the same kid
I will treat him like my brother he will treat me like his
all the blood that spills of all the guts that fly
the media paints a picture that stands
pits dogs against cats now who is responsible
the power in the issue

. . .

Pick me back up just to throw me back down
apologies too like when you're up against the wall
compassion heals while duplicity kills
you say I'm different the only thing different is

the way I feel about you
Na na na na na na na na na na

You moved up the ladder at a very rapid speed
we moved methodically
and calmly when you got to the top you see enemies

if I knew back then what I know that
it would all turn out like this
I'd sit back and I'd watch you squirm
cause you say I'm different

the only thing different is

. . .

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