Bubba po
Tiny Stonehenge Moment
Don't panic, it's just me.
I wrote this song in collaboration with a German lad called Fred. It's about the German "Neinsagers" or "Querdenkers"; you might call them QAnon or "Wankers" over there. I wrote the music and played all the parts apart from the drums (which were provided (as usual) by the awesome Fruit of my Loins, Frank. I am also singing in German. Fred wrote the lyrics. The German language really suits old school Punk, don't you think?
Nicht schöne,
Nicht neue,
Nichtwelt
Wo die lautesten Recht haben
Die lautesten haben recht ,
Schlecht!
Laßt uns mal demonstrieren
Gegen Fakten rebellieren
Euch zeigen, wer wir wirklich sind
Die Erwachten, auf dem rechten Auge blind
Wir machen jetzt auch ne Revolution
Wie die anderen 89 schon Ja,
So wollt ihr euch doch sehen
Laßt eure Fahnen wehen
Dem Orangen wurde der Sieg gestohlen
Ständig nur Phrasen, leere Parolen
Aber so war es schon immer
Die Masse folgt dem größten Spinner
Nicht schöne,
nicht neue,
Nichtwelt
Nicht sinnig,
Nicht logisch,
Nichtwelt
Nicht gerade,
Nicht ehrlich,
Nichtwelt
Wo die lautesten Recht haben
Die lautesten haben recht
Schlecht!
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Not beautiful ,
Not novel ,
Non-world
Where the loudest get the rights
And the loudest are the Right
Shite!
Let's all start a demonstration
Foment our anti-fact rebellion
Show y'all where our loyalties lie
We're the "woke", but blind in the right eye.
We’re starting our own revolution
Like the one in 89, YEAH!
And y'all are gonna see
Let the banners fly free
The Orange one had his victory "stolen"
Incessant sound bites, Empty slogans
Though it's always been the same
The masses tend to follow the most insane.
Not beautiful ,
Not novel ,
Non-world
Not sensible
Not logical
Non-world
Not just
Not Honorable
Non-World
Where the loudest have the rights
And the loudest are the right
Shite.
I wrote this song in collaboration with a German lad called Fred. It's about the German "Neinsagers" or "Querdenkers"; you might call them QAnon or "Wankers" over there. I wrote the music and played all the parts apart from the drums (which were provided (as usual) by the awesome Fruit of my Loins, Frank. I am also singing in German. Fred wrote the lyrics. The German language really suits old school Punk, don't you think?
Nicht schöne,
Nicht neue,
Nichtwelt
Wo die lautesten Recht haben
Die lautesten haben recht ,
Schlecht!
Laßt uns mal demonstrieren
Gegen Fakten rebellieren
Euch zeigen, wer wir wirklich sind
Die Erwachten, auf dem rechten Auge blind
Wir machen jetzt auch ne Revolution
Wie die anderen 89 schon Ja,
So wollt ihr euch doch sehen
Laßt eure Fahnen wehen
Dem Orangen wurde der Sieg gestohlen
Ständig nur Phrasen, leere Parolen
Aber so war es schon immer
Die Masse folgt dem größten Spinner
Nicht schöne,
nicht neue,
Nichtwelt
Nicht sinnig,
Nicht logisch,
Nichtwelt
Nicht gerade,
Nicht ehrlich,
Nichtwelt
Wo die lautesten Recht haben
Die lautesten haben recht
Schlecht!
-------------------------
Not beautiful ,
Not novel ,
Non-world
Where the loudest get the rights
And the loudest are the Right
Shite!
Let's all start a demonstration
Foment our anti-fact rebellion
Show y'all where our loyalties lie
We're the "woke", but blind in the right eye.
We’re starting our own revolution
Like the one in 89, YEAH!
And y'all are gonna see
Let the banners fly free
The Orange one had his victory "stolen"
Incessant sound bites, Empty slogans
Though it's always been the same
The masses tend to follow the most insane.
Not beautiful ,
Not novel ,
Non-world
Not sensible
Not logical
Non-world
Not just
Not Honorable
Non-World
Where the loudest have the rights
And the loudest are the right
Shite.