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Il più importante gruppo hardcore, per dio. Paranoia, rivoluzione e riconsiderazione di se stessi e del movimento in generale si prendono per mano, per formare in quel di Washington DC la "roba nuova", finalmente definita in tutte le sue parti. Capita che questo pelato (che sono 25 anni che se ne parla), amico di infanzia del Rollins, trovi un batterista più strambo che no, uno che il punk lo vuole spaccare in più parti possibili, uno che che se gli dai un tempo lui te lo dimezza, e poi ancora, e poi ancora, e poi ancora. Gli altri due sono un fighetto da college ed un nerd che più nerd non si può. Insomma, questi quattro sfigati, al secolo Ian MacKaye, Jeff Nelson, Lyle Preslar e Brian Baker, mettono su in una specie di "68" al contrario, una comune prove-concerti-registrazioni. Una comune di 4 sfigati. Fatto sta che qualcosa combinano. Io, che normale non sono ma che qualche disco per sbaglio l'ho sentito, sostengo da sempre che senza questi qui il punk si sarebbe esaurito in un paio di anni, che non avremmo avuto nulla, no Minutemen, no Huskers, no Operation Ivy, nada, niet. Perché sono loro che escono dal giochino "fanculo la società sono un punk", posizione che non ti permette di valutare o solo criticare, essendo una valutazione o critica in prima istanza.
Loro sono tanto diversi, loro sono soli e asociali, non ci sono "posers" nei Minor Threat, niente atteggiarsi, eravamo tutti timidi per parlare quindi abbiamo solo urlato. E allora via, questi 4 borghesi vomitano merda su tutto e tutti, ma non per essere iconoclasti, non per essere contro, se non ci fosse il pubblico sarebbe anche lo stesso, io, io e ancora io, e "No future" un cazzo, ci sono anch'io e ci voglio restare come voglio io, se il massimo che quel coglione di Derby Crash è riuscito a fare è spararsi sbobba nelle vene io voglio essere diverso, voglio dire le mie cose.
I concerti tutta una cosa diversa, niente autocelebrazione, e non siamo sadici di merda, se pensi di venire qui e vedermi tagliare la pancia ad uno con una lattina di birra aperta in due per farti il teatrino hai sbagliato serata, vieni domani, ci sono gli Exploited. Autodistruzione perché mi sento di farla, e senti tu quello che ho da dire, non "devi", ma mi verrai dietro perché questo è hardcore, ripeterò le stesse tre cose per un intero minuto, 60 secondi battuti e ribattuti, le mie urla da teppista ti faranno scoppiare la testa, e o inizi a pensare o te ne vai (con gli Exploited, così hai le tue canzoncine da cantre con gli amichetti tra una pera e l'altra).
Qualche EP prodotto, una "Complete Dischography" e niente più, abbastanza per rivoluzionare e dare nuova linfa al genere, diventare pietra di paragone, passare qualche musicista ai Bad Religion (il ragazzo voleva i soldi, li ha avuti) e cominciare il discorso "post", con una band semisconosciuta chiamata "Fugazi". La discografia completa è un normale CD, contiene 20 e passa pezzi, la maggior parte di un minuto, tra cui capolavori come "Filler" (Il Pezzo Hardcore), Straight Edge", "Small Man Big Mouth", "Look Back and Laugh", "Out of Step", "In My Eyes", ma non mi va di fare la scaletta, sono tutti fondamentali in un modo o nell'altro. Per completezza, quando gente come Rage Against the Machine o Beastie Boys sparano dell'hardcore c'è poco da "che testo Mike D! se sei incazzato De La Rocha!", sono i Minor Threat, e sono meglio loro di qualche alternative da accatto.
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01 Filler (01:32)
What happened to you?
You're not the same
There's something in your head
Made a violent change
It's in your head
Filler
You call it religion
You're full of shit
Was she really worth it?
She cost you your life
You'll never leave her side
She's gonna be your wife
You call it romance
You're full of shit
Your brain is clay
What's going on?
You picked up a bible
And now you're gone
You call it religion
You're full of shit
Filler
02 I Don't Wanna Hear It (01:13)
I don't want to hear it
All you do is talk about you
I don't want to hear it
Because I know that none of it's true
I don't want to hear it
Sick and tired of all your lies
I don't want to hear it
When are you gonna realize...
That I don't wanna hear it
Know you're full of shit
Shut your fucking mouth
I don't care what you say
You keep talking
Talking everday
First you're telling stories
Then you're telling lies
When the fuck are you gonna realize...
That I don't want to hear
Know that you're full of shit
03 Seeing Red (01:02)
You see me and you laugh out loud
Taunt me from safe inside your crowd
My looks they must threaten you
To make you act the way you do
Red, I'm seeing red!
You see me and you think I'm a jerk
First impressions without a word
You can't believe your eyes at first
But now you know you've seen the worst
Red, I'm seeing red!
04 Straight Edge (00:45)
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don't even think about speed
That's just something I don't need
I've got the straight edge
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and smoke dope
'Cause I know that I can cope
Laugh at the thought at eating ludes
Laugh at the the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never gonna use a crutch
I've got the straight edge!
05 Small Man, Big Mouth (00:55)
Compete, compete, do it for the boys
Empty barrels make the most noise
You're always on the move
You've always got something to prove
What the fuck are you fighting for?
Is it because you're five foot four?
You better be happy with what you got
You'll never get anymore!
You laugh at a man when he tries
You're trying to make up for your size
To you life is a rivalry
Keep a step ahead of me
What the fuck are you fighting for?
Is it because you're five foot four?
You better be happy with what you got
You'll never get anymore!
Small man, Big Mouth!
06 Screaming at a Wall (01:31)
I'm gonna knock it down
Any way that i can
I'm gonna scream, I'm gonna yell
I don't want to have to use my hands
It's like screaming at a wall
Someday it's gonna fall
You built that wall up around you
And now you can't see out
And you can't hear my words
No matter how loud I shout
You're safe inside and you know it
'Cause I can't get to you
And you know I resent it
And my temper grows
You better reinforce those walls
Until you don't have no room to stand
'Cause someday the bricks are gonna fall
Someday I'm gonna use my hands
07 Bottled Violence (00:53)
Get your bravery from a six pack
Get your bravery from a half-pint
Drink your whiskey, drink your grain
Bottoms up, and you don't feel pain
Go out and fight, fight!
Bottled violence!
Lose control of your body
Beat the shit out of somebody
Half-shut eyes don't see who you hit
You don't take any shit!
Go out and fight, fight!
Bottled Violence!
08 Minor Threat (01:27)
We're not the first, hope we're not the last
Cause I know we're all heading for that adult crash
The time is so little, the time belongs to us
Why is everybody in such a fucking rush
Make do with what you have
Take what you can get
Pay no mind to us
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
I was early to finish, I was late to start
I might be an adult, I'm a minor at heart
Go to college, be a man, what's the fucking deal
It's not how old I am, it's how old I feel
Take your time
Try not to forget
We never will
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
We're just a minor threat
That's a promise
09 Stand Up (00:53)
Something's fucked up
Something's not right
I came to have a good time
You came to fight
But if I do fight
Nothing to fear
'Cause I know
My friends are here
I don't like to fight
I don't like getting hurt
Got my guard up
State of Alert!
I don't look for trouble
Trouble finds me
Need my friends
In an emergency
Don't go out alone
Go with a friend
You might need him
In the end
Stand up!
Stand up!
Stand up!
Stand up!
And be counted!
10 12XU (01:03)
This goes out to everybody.
Ready?
1-2-X-U!
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man yeah!
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man
Smoking a fag
Kissing a man
Saw you in a mag
Kissing a man yeah!
Got you in a corner! [4X]
Got you in a cottage
Got you in a corner! [2X]
Flex Your Head!
1-2-X-U!
Flex Your Head!!!
11 In My Eyes (02:49)
You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse
You tell me it calms your nerves
You just think it looks cool
You tell me you want to be different
You just change for the same
You tell me it's only natural
You just need the proof
Did you fucking get it?
It's in my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
You tell me that nothing matters
You're just fucking scared
You tell me that I'm better
You just hate yourself
You tell me that you like her
You just wish you did
You tell me that I make no difference
At least I'm fucking trying
What the fuck have you done?
13 Guilty of Being White (01:18)
I'm sorry
For something I didn't do
Lynched somebody
But I don't know who
You blame me for slavery
A hundred years before I was born
GUILTY OF BEING WHITE
I'm a convict
(guilty)Of a racist crime
(guilty)I've only served
(guilty)19 years of my time
GUILTY OF BEING WHITE
14 Steppin' Stone (02:12)
I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
You're trying to make your mark in society
Using all the tricks that you used on me
You're reading all those high fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearin' girl
Are causing public scenes
I said:
I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes
Now you're walking 'round
Like you're front page news
You've been awful careful
'Bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name
In your book of who's who
I said:
I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
15 Betray (03:02)
Maybe it was no one's fault
I know it wasn't mine
But now that you've moved along
I guess I'm next in line
I thought we had the same ideas
But you, you proved me wrong
I've been played the fool before
But never for quite so long
Betray!
So what now? Do we shake hands,
And go on our seperate ways?
Or do I open my mind
And bump you into the haze?
No, I'll see you tomorrow
Same channel, same time, same place
I'm not going anywhere
'Cause I quit your fucking race
Betray!
Goddammit, we were supposed to stay young
And now it's over, it's finished, it's done
Normal expectations, they were on the run
But now it's over, it's finished, it's done
It's over, it's finished, it's done!
16 It Follows (01:50)
I thought
I had left it behind
In another fucking time
When boys were boys,
Girls were girls
And faces were hard ot find
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
All the stupid thinking
The stupid people thought
The rules that we lived buy
The friends that we bought
The asshole with a strong arm
In the shape of floating friends
The young ladies and their secrets
In the soap that never ends
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
I thought I had outrun
When I crossed the tracks
I thought I had gotten away
When it tapped me on the back
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
19 Sob Story (01:50)
Life's not been good for you
It's just not fair
You did nothing to deserve it
You did nothing at all
Sit back and watch
It turns from bad to worse
No matter how loud you cry
It always Hurts
Boy I'm glad I'm not in your shoes
How could things
Get any worse for you?
You're so fucking alone
How could things
Get any worse for you?
I don't blame you
When you piss and moan
Everybody gets
What you should've got
Everybody takes
Your opporatunities
Everybody gets
The breaks that belonged to you
Everybody takes
Your jusy desserts
Life's not been good for you
It's just not fair
I've got some news for you
Nothing is fair
I wish there was a way
To make it all better
I pray for a way
To make you happy
'Cause I'm sick and I'm tired
Of your whining, complaining, bitching, etc.
20 No Reason (01:57)
So you hate me
That's the way it goes
What the fuck?
I guess I'll never know
If it makes you feel better,
Then I guess it's just as good
You know I'll never accept it,
'Cause I never thought you could
Sit in the same room
We look the other way
Fuck conversation
We've got nothing to say
I'm sure we both hate to be ignored
Haven't we met someplace before?
What's the problem?
Is it justified?
Or are we dealing
With our fucking pride?
Do you really want to leave it alone?
I don't know what it's worth to you,
It's all I fucking own
Sit in the same room
We look the other way
Fuck conversation
We've got nothing to say
I'm sure we both hate to be ignored
Haven't we met someplace before?
Haven't we met before?
21 Little Friend (02:18)
There are no words
For what I want to say
No description
For what I feel
It's a non-emotion
It's something gray
Way down
Inside of me
You could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
That's as close as you'll get
Now I'm waiting
For security
There's something racing
Inside of me
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For a sign
Waiting for something
Got nothing but time
You could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
That's as close as you'll get
And you could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
And you'd still be wrong.
And why not?
I said I'm waiting
Waiting for a sign
Just me and my little friend
He's deep inside
22 Out of Step (01:20)
(I)don't smoke
I don't drink
I don't fuck
At least I can fucking think
I can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Out of step with the world!
(I) don't smoke
I don't drink
I don't fuck
At least I can fucking think
I can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Out of step with the world!
Listen,
this is no set of rules
I'm not telling you what to do
all i'm saying, is that i'm bringing up like three things
that are like so important to the whole world,
that i don't have to find , much importance in
because of these things, whether it's fucking or playing golf,
i feel that...
I can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Out of step with the world!
23 Cashing In (03:44)
How do you do, I figure we've met
My name is Ian, and I'm from Minor
Threat
You know, I count on music to be a good bet
??? after every
cent
(Yeah, yeah)
We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal
your money
We'll steal your shows
I've got some money, and I'm
feeling fine
A couple of dollars, everything in time
Well you know, I'm
gonna be all right
With the money I'm making off of YOU
tonight
(Sucker!)
We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal
your money
We'll steal your shows
(You know something?)
The
trouble with money, is that I want more
So let's, let's raise the price at
the door
How much tonight, three dollars or four?
You know we'll make a
million when we go on tour
(Yeah, that's the way I've been thinking
about it)
We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your
money
We'll steal your shows
(You know that's the way it is, man,
it's dog-eat-dog, ha ha!)
I'm taking a walk on the yellow brick
road
I only walk where the bricks are made of gold
My mind and body are
the only things I've sold
I need a little money 'cause I'm getting
old
(Well, that's the way it goes, isn't it? Yeah!)
We don't
care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your
shows
Yeah, you don't care and we don't pose
We'll steal your money,
we'll steal your shows
That's the way it is in this world...right?
Ain't
that right?
Boy, you had us pegged all along...damn!
There's no place
like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So
where am I?
There's no place like home
There's no place like
home
There's no place like home
So where am I?
There's no place
like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So
where am I?
There's no place like home, right?
There's no place like
home
So where am I?
There's no place like home
There's no place
like home
So where am I?
Cashing In
24 Stumped (01:55)
No way to go
Which way to go
Where did we go
Why did we go
Why did we go
Where did we go
How did we go
Why did we go
No way to go
The time has come for everyone to party
The time has come for everyone to get down
26 Salad Days (02:43)
Wishing for the days
When I first wore this suit
Baby has grown older,
It's no longer cute
Too many voices
They've made me mute
Baby has grown ugly,
It's no longer cute
But I stay on, I stay on
Where do I get off?
On to greener pastures
The core has gotten soft.
Look at us today
We've gotten soft and fat
Waiting for the moment,
It's just no coming back
So serious
About the stuff we lack
Dwell upon our memories
But there are no facts
But I stay on, I stay on
Where do I get off?
On to greener pastures
The core has gotten soft.
Wishing for the days
When I first wore this suit
Baby has grown older,
It's no longer cute
Too many voices
They've made me mute
Baby has grown ugly,
It's no longer cute
But I stay on, I stay on
Where do I get off?
On to greener pastures
The core has gotten soft...
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