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Intro
01:42
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Banned from the Jam
03:03
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They’re locking their doors man they won’t let us play, They’re locking their doors but we wont go away. Cos we’re banned. Hey old man what did you say, what do you mean? We cant play? Sometimes we swear a lot and we take off our clothes. How do you think we get the kids to come to our shows. The venues don’t care about the bands anymore, Its all about the money that they make, at the door but we’re a punk band, we told ‘em screw you. That’s why we’re banned. Banned from the jam. Hey old man do you think we made the right move. We’ll just jam by ourselves inside the practice room. We’re doing all the work. We advertise the show do you think we get paid? Hell no! The venues don’t care about the bands anymore, It’s all about the money that they make, at the door But, we’re a punk band. We told ‘em screw you That’s why we’re. Banned We’re one f*cked up band.
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K'natchy
03:34
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I got infested by an unknown disease I cant afford to pay my doctors fees I’m disconnected and there is no way out. I’m in far too deep. You don’t know me, you don’t own me. Ladies and gentlemen Lets rock and roll, Ladies and gentlemen, this is the end, this is k’natchy. We got rejected cos we don’t agree about this thing they call, society .A fire burns in the city of dreams. Down in Africa I got this disease. You don’t know me, you can’t judge me. Ladies and gentlemen Lets rock and roll, Ladies and gentlemen, this is the end, this is k’natchy. I cant sleep, I cant breathe. No heartbeat.
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Little Town
03:45
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We live in a little town, Where life for us it was once bright, But now there’s no help for us no, no aid in sight Our little town you were so green, but now there’s nothing left but dust in the fields so I clutch my bottle tighter, I hold you close I wont let go. They brought us here to live, They bought us here to die, They promised us a future, They promised us a lie. This is where I was born and its where I’ll will die. They brought us here to live yeah corporate interests told us lies, They brought us here to work they brought us here to die, They shut down the railways we all lost our jobs. They told us that’s just business, They brought us here to live, They bought us here to die, They promised us a future, They promised us a lie. This is where I was born and its where I’ll will die. It happens around the world but its never in the news, the world’s turned a blind eye to those who are abused we’re left with no power, we’re left with no choice, Its time we stood together and spoke with one voice. They brought us here to live, They bought us here to die, They promised us a future, They promised us a lie This is where I was born and its where I’ll will die. Its not easy being third world, its not easy living free, all that we ever asked for was a life where we could be, able to exist, without raising a fist where we all live to die, social welfare structures came crashing through the walls inside my little town, This is where I was born, This is where I’ll die – inside my little town, oh don’t you know?
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5. |
The Life
03:02
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No Cents
04:12
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Another day has passed and nothing much has changed in my life I still look forward to the same old things and I'm still broke. No money and no change and nothing to my name I've got no cents and it makes no sense. Today I looked at all the people in this crazy f*cked of Cape Town, they all look the same, and it makes me sick to see them run around all day working all the time doing something that they hate. It makes No Sense I've got to get up from this scene quit my job pursue that dream, Suddenly it dawns on me that it makes no sense who we are and the reasons that we choose to be or not to be (the question) has been asked and I don't know, cos it makes no cents, Is it just me who can see what this lifes about, where we’re all the same, we’re all to blame yet still we carry on, god I don’t know. It makes no sense. Who we are and what we choose to be is anybody out there is anyone listening to me. There is a message and a future, for those who choose to live. But I don't have the answers, because it’s not my choice to give (it) to you now.
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Suicide Bomber
03:25
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Out on the streets with a message to send, we're out of control and its never gonna end. Crawling, crying screaming out of hell I’m insane, rocking in a riot. Chaos in the club and the pit is headed my way. Think I'm gonna die but I know I'll be ok Everybody’s thinking what they wanna be, I'm living each day. My life for me. My life. Not yours. My life, My cause. It's a one way ticket and I'm never coming back. It's a one way ticket once you cross over the track It's a one way ticket you're under attack cos I'm a Suicide Bomber Chaos in the club and the pit is headed my way. Think I'm gonna die but I know I'll be ok Everybody’s telling me what they wanna be, But I'm living each day. I've got a bomb in my hand, They tried to make me see, but they cant stop me. they won’t set my people free and I cant just let it be. They try to live my life for me, they are trying to live my life for me, Why can’t they see. My life. Not yours.
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The Way it Is
03:04
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Early in the morning, everyday, down to the factory where I’m underpaid, nine damn hours wasted away - I’m wasting my life I’m wasting away. Breaking my back everyday I hate my job and I’m underpaid. Breaking my back I’m taking strain, Minimum wage it drives me insane. You give all you got to the corporate machine. Working 9 – 5 everyday of the week, I’m sick of being told what to do, the people you work for don’t care about you. Breaking my back everyday I hate my job and I’m underpaid. Breaking my back I’m taking strain, Minimum wage it drives me insane. You can’t see I wanna be free free to be what I wanna be, nothing can stop me I wanna be free. Something tells me what ever it is You’re not gonna stop me that’s the way it is, I’d run you over if I had the chance because I hate you and your fascist ass.
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Guess its War
03:52
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I believe we should fight for our freedom, I think that we should die for what we believe in. If you think that it'll end up alright. That's bullsh*t cause it wont, no it won't. Look around at all the bullsh*t on TV f*cking adverts and sitcoms we never will be free from the capitalistic state of mind, that we've been taught so hard to find. Can you really believe this Sh*t? Can you believe this sh*t. The rich man sits upon his profits, a pile 10000 feet high While his controversial brother lies face down in the gutter, With nothing for his family and wife. What shall we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning. Shave his balls with a rusty razor? Early in the morning. And now you tell me its fair I’ll tell you its not, no its not, its not fair. Can you even understand why someone can have so much while others have nothing at all we've got nothing. I'm so sick of living life this way, Always hoping for a better day. That never will come unless we fight, Fight. against the world against the people telling you what’s wrong and right. Unless we fight.
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Last Rounds
02:50
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Burning bridges, Shattered Dreams, Twisted wreckage and Silent Screams I tell myself that’s its in my head but this nightmare never ends, Falling down onto my knees, Slit my wrists and let them bleed. It all looks so different, through these eyes and in the end we’re not the same.
I call out my fathers name, Screaming out “I am in pain”. Armies Marching inside my head, Death and Carnage is this the end. It all looks so different, through these eyes and in the end we’re not the same. Divide and conquer, In your honour, Pray for me, To rest in peace.
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11. |
Human Rights
02:38
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12. |
Drunk Punk Anthem
02:10
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I'm a drunkpunk get out of my way. Operation drunk is gonna make you pay, in sh*t loads of beer, drunkpunk forever, yeah we're drunk and punk forever. I'm not straight edge and I'm doing just fine. Stop imposing your views on mine, Don't believe everything you're told, one day you will wake up old. Smoking causes cancer and alcohol is bad, but these are the things that make life rad and I'm feeling great. drunkpunk forever, yeah we're drunk and punk forever. DruNkPuNk.
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The Nude Party
03:57
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Although I can't remember much of what happened last weekend but I do remember seeing lots of shaven young men. We threw a little party at the DFG's pad, about 8 in the morning things got out of hand. Yeah we got a little drunk and we stayed up all night and we got a little burnt cos the sun was shining bright. Everybody's naked, Naked today. Then we tried to hitchhike naked on the main road, People stared and screamed and shouted “get the f*ck off the road”. They put us in a van, they threw us all in jail they kept us overnight cos we couldn’t afford the bail. Yeah we got a little drunk and we stayed up all night and we got a little burnt cos the sun was shining bright. Everybody's naked, Naked today, My name is peter let me shave your beaver. His name is peter, let him shave your pubic hair. Pubic hair. My name is Peter, and this won’t hurt that much, my name is Peter and I only want to touch, My name is peter, and I want to shave you bare. My name is peter and I want to shave your pubic hair. Pubic hair. Everybody's naked, Naked today.
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14. |
Outro
00:36
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HALFPRICE Cape Town, South Africa
Half Price is a Non-Profit Party-Punk band from Cape Town, South Africa. Since their start in 2001 they have over 25 national tours, eight international tours as well as six full length albums and one ‘best of’ album under their belt.
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