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乐队:Anti-Flag
专集名称:The People Or The Gun
发行时间:2009-06-09
唱片公司：Usa Side 1 Dummy
《The People Or The Gun》
1.Sodom, Gomorrah, Washington D.C. (Sheep in Shepherds Clothing)
2.The Economy is Suffering, Let It Die
3.The Gre(A)t Depression
4.We Are the One
5.You Are Fired (Take This Job)
6.This Is The First Night
7.No War Without Warriors (How Do You Sleep?)
8.When All the Lights Go Out
9.On Independence Day
10.The Old Guard
11.Teenage Kennedy Lobo
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下面是部分歌词： Sodom, Gomorrah, Washington D.C. (Sheep In Shepherd's Clothing)
Nailed to the cross, dead for collective sin.
We decide where, why, who, and when.
Build our bibles to ONLY include the things
we believe to be divine and true.
This is our right.
This is our life.
Everyone homogenized.
Sodom, Gomorrah, Washington D.C.
Smited into oblivion with blood, wrath, and disease.
Sheep in shepherd’s clothing.
Allah, Jesus, Muhammad.
Their words have way more in common
than than the Midwest or the Middle East like to preach.
It’s a tragedy.
It’s a strategy.
To prey on contrast to not indulge fact.
Divide, conquer, subcontract.
The scriptures blind followers read are not as cryptic as they seem.
The pages serve the sick and poor,
not to serve the capitalists of endless war.
Religion is the opium of the meek
The Economy Is Suffering, Let It Die
I’ve seen a lot of rip-offs in my life.
Seen a lot of scams.
A lot of crooks and crooked schemes, crooked sharks.
Part one of the story reads…
The liquor store thief.
The stick up man.
Thrown into the clink,
never coming back until the day he’s grey and old.
I seen a lot of rip-offs in my life.
The rip-offs of the old and the young, the weak, the sick,
the never known.
Stabbed repeatedly in the back by the Wall Street suit.
The Washington hack.
Lining up their pockets with the people’s cash and…
Laughing all the way to the bank.
Do you want to live your life as a slave?
In chains from the cradle to the grave.
The economy is suffering, let it die…
I seen a lot of bailouts in my life.
But where are the bailouts for the homeless and the poor?
And while we’re on the subject
I could use a few bucks for a guitar amp.
A new six string, and a tank of gas.
Everything that I want…
We’re so fucked and we don’t give a fuck, no.
We’re so fucked, but no we just don’t care, no.
We’re so fucked, this world is shit out of luck
and we don’t give a fuck.
When the cities burn down we’ll all be warm.
When the cities burn down we’ll all keep warm.
When the cities burn down we’ll all be warm
The Gre(a)t Depression
Close your eyes and shield your ears.
Shut your mouth and conceal all your fears.
Greed it’s not going anywhere.
They should put that on a billboard in Times Square
It could say “The great depression is over my friends.”
What we want and what we need engineered.
I can smell the bullshit right from here.
Because greed it’s not going anywhere.
They should put that on a billboard in Times Square
It could say “The great depression is over my friends.”
Blinding your eyes, burning your ears.
T.V. images are selling.
Through the static on the radio you can’t hear.
One pill if you’re too big (Your ass is too big).
One pill if you’re too small (your dick is too small).
On one your life is a mess.
On one you’re nothing at all.
I hate a song that makes you think you are no good.
I hate a song that makes you think you are just born to lose.
Bound to lose.
No good to nobody.
Too young or too fat or too this or too that
We Are The One
It’s time to make a move,
Change the times or they’ll change you.
False promises of more.
Check that shit at the door.
We’re the ones we’ve been waiting for.
We are the one…Unified under none.
We are the one…The one to carry on.
Warfare is everywhere.
Poisoned land, water, air.
This routine is long old.
It’s time to break that mold.
We’ll break it up, then we’ll break out.
Withstand the change.
Tear it down rebuild again.
Evolve with vision.
This year’s eve, we will breathe fury.
I will scale the city walls
You Are Fired (Take This Job, Ah, Fuck It)
You’re fired.
You stupid fucking piece of shit.
You’re fired.
You’re nothing but a hypocrite.
You’re fired.
Conformist fucking chickenshit.
Douse the dream in kerosene.
You’re fired.
You only sing so phones can ring.
You’re fired.
Here’s something your phone can sing.
You’re fired.
Fuck this, fuck that, fuck compromising.
Watch it all fall apart.
Murder the beast and feast on the heart.
Watch the industry just fall apart.
Off with the head and the body discard
This Is The First Night
This is the first night,
of the rest of our lives.
I can’t help wonder,
“How is it we’re still alive?”
Welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives.
Oh Yeah, and I said,
welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives.
We stayed up all night long,
laughing, singing in the streets.
The Clash, Ramones, The Pogues, our voices hoarse,
our bodies weak and ready for sleep.
Lean against me, wipe your bloodshot eyes as I wipe mine.
And from these rooftops, we’ll watch the sun rise.
Ain’t this the life? Yeah it’s the first night,
of the rest of our lives.
I can’t help wonder,
“How is it we’re still alive?”
Welcome to the first night of the rest of our lives.
With just a half tank of gas, 150 miles to go, no cash, no food.
We turned the engine off, every time that we went down hill
and it’s on with the show.
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry?
All I know is that I am alive, I’m really alive.
WE heard “You there!” and jumped from the train,
ran up the tracks, all the while you screaming back,
“Kiss my ass!”
We’re living our lives, I’m livin’ and yeah
and I’m doin’ fine, Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m doing fine!!!
There Is No War Without Warriors (How Do You Sleep?)
I point the finger at you.
Scream until my face is blue.
But you still hale everything.
I point the finger at you.
The Beau monde through and through.
You still hate everything.
Turn the lights on.
Watch them scatter.
Exterminate the idle chatter.
I point the finger at you.
Until you’re cold, dead and blue.
But you still hate everything.
If you’re right it feels good to be wrong.
Raised fist and a fuck you song.
If you’re right it feels good to be wrong.
Slaughtering the pigs.
How do you sleep?
I point the finger at you.
You don’t have a fucking clue.
But you still hate everything;
I point the finger at you.
Doesn’t matter what I do.
Cause you still hate everything.
Turn the lights on.
Watch them scatter.
Exterminate the idle chatter.
I point the finger at you.
Lie and lie until it’s truth.
But you still hate everything.
If you’re right it feels good to be wrong.
Raised fist and a fuck you song.
If you’re right it feels good to be wrong.
Slaughtering the pigs.
How do you sleep?
No change.
No shift.
No rest.
There is no war without warriors.
How do you sleep?
How do you plead?
When All The Lights Go Out
One billion workers stand up from their chairs.
Their faces no longer struck with their fears.
Attack/Attack.
Stabbed in the back.
Disgraced/Disgraced.
Traitors trade face to face.
Revolution: the engine for history.
When all the lights go out.
When all the world is in doubt.
When all the goods cease to move.
I won’t be alone.
When all eh swords become plows.
When all the fields are afoul.
When all the cogs cease to turn.
I won’t be alone.
Punching the clock, stabbing the boss.
We don’t need the CEO’s they need us.
Attack/Attack.
Outsourced for a hack.
Disgraced/Disgraced.
Displace and replace.
Proletarians of the world unite;
you have nothing to lose but your chains.
We are not numbers.
We are names.
We won’t be alone.
We are not crime reports.
We are history.
We won’t be alone.
We are not folklore.
We are culture.
We won’t be alone.
We are not human resources.
We are human beings.
I won’t be….We won’t be alone
On Independence Day
I saw right through your eyes.
I saw right through your guise.
Every word that left you lips was
just a covert disguise to hide your absent mind.
You live and breathe.
Sleep and drink.
Beg and plead.
Blind, diseased.
No water can wash the blood off your hands.
On Independence Day.
Traded the Nobel Peace Prize.
Exchanged for Vietnamese lives.
Bombs filled the Cambodian skies.
In East Timor you stood up for the wrong side
The Old Guard
The time has come to say goodnight.
The time has come to say goodbye to the old guard.
Goodnight.
Goodbye.
Witness the setting sun.
The tables have been turned.
We will not suffer their reprise.
A brave new voice rings out.
Intense, fearless, devout.
A listless body now revived.
Old stories fit with retreads.
Half-truths with truth left unsaid.
Each time their lips moved we heard lies.
So now it’s time to say goodbye…
To the old guard, goodnight, goodbye.
To the old guard, goodnight, goodbye.
Witness the setting sun.
This century’s crash and burn.
Autocracy dethroned by ire commissar doused in fire.
Make note a million times.
Their class war, deceit, lies.
Their compassion laced with despise….
All of the hatred they bred.
All the division they spread.
We always knew they lived on lies.
So now it’s time to say goodbye….
Bear witness to this setting sun.
The dawning of a new age has begun.
From east to west we watch this setting sun.
The dawning of a new age has begun.
Now it’s time, to say goodbye
总被拿来与Green Day作比较的Anti-Flag这次又“倒霉”了，首先这新专辑《The People or the Gun》与Green Day新专辑《21st Century Breakdown》的发行时间几乎撞车，然后网上《The People or the Gun》的mp3文件甚至比《21st Century Breakdown》早泄了将近一个月，于是乎，Anti-Flag的劣势就明显起来了，不过好歹Anti-Flag有比较强势的一点，就是他们的歌迷相对于Green Day的“低龄化”乐迷们更理智也更坚定，当《21st Century Breakdown》发行之后，Green Day的乐迷们摇摆不定、无法统一评价的时候，Anti-Flag的乐迷倒可以镇定自若地宣布，这张《The People or the Gun》绝对是一张佳作。 Anti-Flag制胜的法宝是他们的音乐绝对传承了朋克摇滚的精髓，当越来越简单的旋律模式就可以概括朋克音乐的定义之后，朋克最值得称道的就只剩下了态度，不可否认，成立时间不短的Anti-Flag几十年如一日，一直用凶猛的三和弦来抨击逐渐恶化的局势和强奸民意的美国政府，他们态度的坚贞是决定了他们乐迷的素质和态度的最根本因素，而很多时候，Anti-Flag不需要太过于在音乐本身上强化他们自己，而只是一如既往地保持他们激进的态度，就足够让他们的锋头一直强劲下去。 对，在音乐制作上，《The People or the Gun》绝对没有《21st Century Breakdown》那样的恢弘大气，以朋克歌剧这样的名号来为《The People or the Gun》定义，但它与《21st Century Breakdown》同样都有着自己坚不可摧的态度，只是，Anti-Flag来得更直接更猛烈，如此这般，他们才可以痛击那些不公正和不道德，才可以以最生猛的印象继续驻扎在乐迷们的脑海当中，《The People or the Gun》绝对是这几个月以来令人印象深刻的新作之一。
大旗不倒！~~ 哈哈哈 | 
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