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Rancid
Rancid


Информация
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
Downfall
Devil's Brigade
Dance Hall Crashers
Basic Radio
Operation Ivy
UK Subs
Shaken 69
The Silencers
Nocturnal
Сайт Website
Состав
Branden Steineckert
Tim Armstrong
Lars Frederiksen
Matt Freeman
Бывшие участники
Brett Reed



Альбом Rancid


Let The Dominoes Fall (02.06.2009)
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Another. East. Bay. Night.
East Bay Night
East Bay Night
East Bay Night
When the sun goes down,
and the night come round,
and the fog come a rollin' in.
When you cast a line to go dance one time,
and an old friend invites you in.
Hear a punk rock song and we sing along,
everything gonna be alright.
Another East Bay Night
East Bay Night
East Bay Night
East Bay Night
Well, Gramma stands on the very same land
on the old house up on the hill.
You can see the San Francisco Bay,
Alcatraz, Albany over the Landfill.
And we'll reminisce on the front porch
under a yellow light.
Another East Bay Night
East Bay Night
East Bay Night
East Bay Night
(solo)
Earthquakes shake,
and fires take from this
view I've seen it all.
I've tasted smoke as the hills burned.
I heard the freeway fall.
When there's nothin' to say,
just look into the bay.
You know some things,
they just feel right.
Another East Bay Night
East Bay Night
East Bay Night
East Bay Night

. . .


This place is a tale of terror
This place is a ghost town now
This place has lost its people
This place has lost its charm

The coals on the fire ain't burnin' no more
In the lake shore foundries
The workers mislead by corporations
That knows no boundaries

This place is a tale of terror
This place is a ghost town now
This place has lost its people
This place has lost its charm

The land of liberty has been betrayed by
The monster corporations
The monster won't stop 'till
It lays waste to everything

This place is a tale of terror
This place is a ghost town now
This place has lost its people
This place has lost its charm
This place
This place
This place
This place

. . .


ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT!

No one is safe here
We're all in danger
Through the corridor
I see a stranger
Robbin' and ransackin'
I see him walkin'
Lock your doors now
I hear him knockin'

Up to no good, up to no good
Like a spark in a wire
Or a splinter in wood
Best intentions get misunderstood,
But that mother fucker is up to no good

Up to no good (9x)

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT!

Quick like a snake
He's good at stealin'
He'll even steal the
Plaster off the cielin'
Cloaked in darkness
I see him standin'
Makin' moves in the night
He's a ghost man

Up to no good, up to no good
Like a spark in a wire
Or a splinter in wood
Best intentions get misunderstood,
But that mother fucker is up to no good

Up to no good (9x)

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT!

Criminals
I understand them
Watch your back cause
We'll come at random
Born to lose and
You end up in the system
He's our friend
Now we're gonna miss him

Up to no good, up to no good
Like a spark in a wire
Or a splinter in wood
Best intentions get misunderstood,
But that mother fucker is up to no good

Up to no good (12x)

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT!

. . .


Everybody say we gotta take a chance
And tell me what the hell went wrong ?
We only listen to the words that we sing
Now a million are singing along

(Chorus)
We got it right, you got it wrong
We still around (Last one to die)
We're going up, you're going down
We still around (Last one to die)

No rules in a scandalous world
We're gonna have a path to find
We sit on the top of the world
And we're proving it every night

(Chorus)

Thru the storms and the gigs
And the good and the bad
There ain't no doubt
We knew from the very first show
What it was all about

(Chorus)

. . .


Where's my girl
Where has she gone
She once was
Beautiful and Innocent
I can't believe
In what she says
I look at her
And she looked the other way

Disconnected, From feeling alright
Disconnected, And it ain't black and white
Disconnected, There's a sword through the dove
Disconnected, From the country I love

I remember you
When you we young and strong
In your summer dress
and legs so long
My memories are only for me
I prefer them to reality

Disconnected,From feeling alright
Disconnected,And it ain't black and white
Disconnected,There's a sword through the dove
Disconnected,From the country I love

You think it's over
But you better think again
Neither grace nor sweetness
Just malicious intent
It's you and me baby
So we better watch our back
Cause if we are standing together
We ain't never gonna crack
And we took the greyhound
into the night
With the city on the left
and the country on the right
And I knew when I saw you
I read it in your eyes
I heard your voice break
When you we're
trying not to die

Disconnected,From feeling alright
Disconnected,And it ain't black and white
Disconnected,There's a sword through the dove
Disconnected,From the country I love

Disconnected,Disconnected,Disconnected
Disconnected,From the country I love

. . .


I ain't worried about a god damn thing
I hear them talking. I ain't listening
Listening

How many times did you tell me I was wrong
But I didn't listen to you and I only stayed strong
In a world where people don't hang on too long
I belong - I belong
Prove me wrong - Prove me wrong

I ain't worried about a god damn thing
I hear them talking. I ain't listening
Listening

Out come the wolves in the lunar light
Final flight you're wrong, I'm right
Talk to me straight man, but be polite
You hear my scream cause this one bites

I ain't worried about a god damn thing
I hear them talking. I ain't listening
Listening

I'm Matt Freeman I'm coming in quick
I got a 64 Merc and a clutch that won't slip
I don't give a god damn what they say
I'm born and raised in the east bay

I ain't worried about a god damn thing
I hear them talking. I ain't listening
Listening

I take chances that most won't take - Right
I get knocked down I won't break
Get it clear and make no mistake
This town's filled with rattlesnakes

Black Brown White we're all punk rock
We're the kings of the low income block
Worn out sneakers skinheads mohawk
When we all get together yeh the music won't stop

I ain't worried about a god damn thing
I hear them talking. I ain't listening

. . .


Lets go down town
Tell me what your seeing
Tell me what it's like
To get that old cold feeling
Spend all night just looking at the ceiling
Living in a blown out hotel building
All the machines are broken down
It's a narrow path
Between evil and good
Watch the strong man
In his decline
Another man dying
Is misunderstood

All I see is Damnation
Whole worlds gone to hell [x2]

Don't see things
the way the were
Only see things
the way they are now
Realize now that it's gone to far
Look into the eyes
of the dead and gone
Now all the machines
are broken down
It's a song and dance
between evil and good
Early stages of final decline
All alone misunderstood
Whole worlds gone to hell

All I see is Damnation
Whole worlds gone to hell [x2]

Whole worlds gone to hell
Whole worlds gone
Whole worlds gone
Whole worlds gone
Whole worlds gone to hell

. . .


well i went south with a case of survival
to amend my heart thaps paper thin
you see i felt her words and her images filed
i'm gonna carry my hearts to new orleans
i have no home to go so i wander awhile
from coast to coast from sin to sin
from the coldest shores to the warmest island
been around the world back to new orleans

we'll she's got pride like a million lions
she's got a scars on her velvet face
she's got a smile like a newborn child
she's gotta walk a stoic grace

i never slept that night until my arrival
i romanticizied a long embrace
you see i lost my tongue and burned my bible
but i made it back home to new orleans

we'll she's got pride like a million lions
she's got a scars on her velvet face
she's got a smile like a newborn child
she's gotta walk a stoic grace

when i held my breath and i swam for miles
when all was lost and hell took place
you see it rained all night and the city she flooded it
rained all night in new orleans

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1,2,3,4

I hold the cold steel of my rifle as I dream of foreign lands,
and I promise myself I will cherish every moment I can,
but there's ghosts that follow me around everywhere I am.
When i say 'goodbye' I try to be strong.
now I'm going back to the U.S. where I belong.
I am never alone, the war seems to follow me home.
no longer an active soldier when i walk down the street.
now I'm shaking hands with everyone that I meet.
And I watch everyone and I'm wondering what they see.

Civilian ways are now what's foreign to me,
I came off a long time
I left this place in two oh oh three.
may we never forget the sacrifices my friends made for me.

I live in Marysville right on the county line,
and my brother and my mother both visit me all the time,
and visions of you are always running right through my mind.
We always talked about what we're gonna do when no war is won.
We're gonna fix up them old cars and ride them into the sun.
When i heard you was no longer with us, man, i was done.

Civilian ways are now what's foreign to me,
I came off a long time
I left this place in two oh oh three.
May we never forget the sacrifices my friends made for me.
May we never forget the sacrifices my friends made for me.
May we never forget the sacrifices my friends made for me.

. . .


the telepromter is read by the telegenic
dead and it goes out across the nation there
aint no war information
the bravest kids i know are the ones that
got to go fishing over there
all channels pre emptied another socialite
is gonna get arrested pop culture transaction
takin over my television

. . .


She's my go-go baby
She's my honky tonk girl
She dances on my table
She dances on a pole

Some cities Born, Some cities Burn
Some cities Die, Some cities Learn
Some cities take the worst of the turn
And if it ain't your business
then it's not your concern
Listen, Brick buildings
Broken windows, smoke stacks
Tell me somethings broken
And there's blood tracks
And if you see the train coming
You're gonna relax
So tell the facts Ma'am
only the facts
Stand down what you gonna do
She's a wild one
I'm a wild one too

She's my go-go baby
She's my honky tonk girl
She dances on my table
She dances on a pole [x2]

Midnight and I'm rolling on
Nobody sees me coming home
And out here man
A lot of things can go wrong
Shhh Listen to my song
The Morgue is busy
day after day
Stick it on the line
and throw it away
And if you see it coming on
Then you got it made
And the Grave Diggers laugh
As they rot and decay

Say it loud,
What you gonna do
She's a wild one
And I'm a wild one too

She's my go-go baby
She's my honky tonk girl
She dances on my table
She dances on a pole

I'm a wild one
I'm a wild one

. . .


1951 Small town kids
got nothing to do
But dream all night
of movie stars and Cadillac cars
And beautiful girls
and big city lights

LA River dragnet coming down
LA River dragnet coming down

From every corner
of this great old nation
Good kids succumb
to the depths of temptation
Homecoming queens
get lost in the cracks
and Quarter Back Heroes
Get strung out on Smack

LA River dragnet coming down
LA River dragnet coming down

You wake up one day
with a monkey on your back
With foil on all your windows
and you're hiding all your tracks
The sheriff's shotgun don't make a sound
When it's pointed at your corpse
After he shot you down

LA River dragnet coming down
LA River dragnet coming down

. . .


Lulu
ah ah ah ah ah
Lulu
ah ah ah ah ah

Where the middle class breaks up
The working class better wake up
When America was dreaming
Some pigs stole our country

Lulu stands by her family
With harmony and history
There's two kinds of stories
Either comedy or tragedy

Lulu
ah ah ah ah ah
Lulu
ah ah ah ah ah

Lulu works all day long
She goes 9 to 5 just to stay alive
She'll do anything just to walk the line
Ain't no time to wine and dine

Her war time now in the USA
Her husband goes far away
Afghanistan to Iraq
Her husband now ain't comin' back

Lulu
ah ah ah ah ah
Lulu
ah ah ah ah ah

America the beautiful
That's what the sign said
And I welcome every single one
Cause I want them all to stay
And I'll travel and I'll travel
til my very last day
Through the New York harbor
To the San Francisco bay

ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah

Lulu Lulu Lulu Lulu

. . .


hey wait for me(tim's voice)....

Hey ho, let the bombs blow, let the dominoes fall I aint got control
Hey ho, let the bombs blow, let the dominoes fall I aint got control

no no no no no no nawh nawh nawh I aint got control

I don't control my destiny, wake me up to reality
I just cant say lets anarchy, and their aint no telling whose in charge here

(Chorus)

Dead men they tell and tell
singing while they burn in hell
well, everybody's got something to say
But there aint no good I can see here
(Chorus)
People going crazy, situation code red, and the whole worlds outta control, the walls and the fences are being torn down(lost after that..........................

. . .


out in the open they aint gonna hide police
state upon us prepare to collide
theyre gonna keep you down step on your
neck cant move no more the weapon of their
choosing is censorship and war and i can see
the line up now everyone is just partisan
you see one side claims victory but its just
a zero sum
liberty and freedom in quotations spray
painted on the wall verbalized explosion we
will come back some day
if your ideas are suspect now your in contempt
report to the committee no one is exempt
and the zealots and crusaders they cant
justify with threats and intimidation designed
to terrify

. . .


You want it, We got it
This is the place
Where everyone can belong
You want it, we got it
Kicking up a riot
Won't you all sing along

Can't tell you
where I was going so tired
It was showing
like the wind I'm blowing
Every town man I'm know in

You want it, We got it
This is the place
Where everyone can belong
You want it, we got it
Kicking up a riot
Won't you all sing along

Some live a life
of indecision
Strung out in the petty schisms
I heard GBH
I made a decision
Punk Rock is my religion

You want it, We got it
This is the place
Where everyone can belong
You want it, we got it
Kicking up a riot
Won't you all sing along

I sit back
and I think its funny
You we're so worried
about the money
Cloudy days are looking sunny
So why don't you come
and stick with me honey

You want it, We got it
This is the place
Where everyone can belong
You want it, we got it
Kicking up a riot
Won't you all sing along

To all our friends
BY this I swear

You want it, We got it
This is the place
Where everyone can belong
You want it, we got it
Kicking up a riot
Won't you all sing along

. . .


Locomotive won't stop
Locomotive ain't never gonna quit
Locomotive made of iron and steel
Locomotive I am you

From the East Bay garage
to the radio dial
We've been noted
for our combative style
You never give up
with no chance to win
We know who you are
And we've been where you've been

Locomotive won't stop
Locomotive ain't never gonna quit
Locomotive made of iron and steel
Locomotive I am you

The Wall Street Bailout
is crooked and stacked
The burdens gonna end up
on the working man's back
I know times are changing
and there's a new sound
I'm glad you all made it
It's good to have you around

Locomotive won't stop
Locomotive ain't never gonna quit
Locomotive made of iron and steel
Locomotive I am you

I am you

. . .


Car Lights flash my eyes
Blinded, Hypnotized
Lord knows I'm living
and I'm never coming back
Now one generation dies
Next one wins the prize
and that's the big surprise
There's demise in all of their lies
It's never to late to realize

That's just the way things are
That's just the way it is now [x2]

I walk through the cemetery
It's all empty
Now I put a rose
on the grave of a fallen hero
And I look out into the wild
All I see is emptiness
So much loneliness
I just want forgiveness

That's just the way things are
That's just the way it is now [x2]

When dreams fade away
It won't be long
End up singing the same old song
What went right, What Went Wrong
Bad times here, Good times gone
First rule they always sell
Second rule never tell
Third rule straight to hell
White collar criminals
Living in jail
It's all that they gave
Sold your soul to get paid
Buy you end up in an early grave
Your own neck you can't save
It's a letter that you can't send
It's a wound that will never mend
Pain level peaks at ten
Some stand out Some stand in

That's just the way things are
That's just the way it is now [x2]

. . .


(Chorus)
Night clubs and one night stands, play a show then i`m off again
This is my life living on the highway.
Its all i`ve ever done, all i`ve ever known
just wanna play one more show, make some music with my friends!

I am working class culture, seen the bleak side of the American experience
scatter in the streets and show me what you got
this is no set of ideas, this is flesh and blood.

(Chorus)
Night clubs and one night stands, play a show then i`m off again
This is my life living on the highway.
Its all i`ve ever done, all i`ve ever known
just wanna play one more show, make some music with my friends!

Opinions are hard to put in prison
i tell the truth that won`t be told
uprising and rebellion, social shange with flesh and blood.

(Chorus)
Night clubs and one night stands play a show then i`m off again
This is my life living on the highway.
Its all i`ve ever done, all i`ve ever known
just wanna play one more show, make some music with my friends!

Living on the highway!

. . .


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