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NOFX
NOFX


Информация
Откуда Los Angeles, Southern California, United States
Жанры Punk Rock
Ska punk
Melodic Hardcore
Hardcore Punk
Годы 1983—н.в.
Лейблы Fat Wreck Chords
Epitaph Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Fat Mike
El Hefe
Eric Melvin
Erik Sandin
Бывшие участники
Dave Allen
Scott Sellers
Scott Aldahl
Dave Casillas
Steve Kidwiller



Альбом NOFX


So Long & Thanks For All The Shoes (11.11.1997)
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Flossing A Dead Horse
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Indiscriminate I'd rather be elite
I'll choose my own shit scene
Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true
I'm here for me not you

Nonconglumurate I mean what I say
I'm not your fucking scape
Goat apparently I've alienated some
It seems my job's half done

You'll never understand it
Try to buy and brand it
I win, you lose, cause it's my job
To keep punk rock elite

This music ain't your fuckin' industry


. . .


Everybody needs some time away
just stuck in the k-hole again
an 18 hour holiday
just stuck in the k-hole again, just once again

Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your perseverance may
outlast my ambition to go home
infatuation with your dark side I obey
forbidden pleasures, I have grown to love/loath

somewhere between eden and north utopia
somewhere between the astral plain
I've taken residence on symbaritic soil
you won't be seeing me again
you won't be seeing me again

dropping crumbs flying thumbs
won't help me get back home
the home is where the heart is, I've been told
'cause I promised my heart to her
she cooked it medium well
then proceeded to swallow it whole

it may sound good to you
it may sound oh so wrong
just stuck in the k-hole again
winter's broken summer's gone
just stuck in the k-hole again
just once again

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I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the whithouse over turn,
wanna witness some blue blood bleed red.

Wanna Tar and Lynch the KKK,
wanna pull and shoot the NRA,
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Murder the government,
Murder the government,
Murder the government, and then,
Do it again yeah!

Murder the government,
Murder the government,
Murder the government, and then..
Murder the government.

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I take her down to the aquarium, she says "shark"
I take her to the planetarium she says "dark"
I take her to the seaside were she likes to spin and twirl
She says "sure" and "cool" and "yeah"
She's my monosyllabic girl

I take her to the university, she says "huh"
I take her to our anniversary, she says "one"
I take her to the jewelry store, I say "diamond", she say "pearl"
Oh everyone knows I'm in love with a monosyllabic girl
You know everyone knows I'm in love with a monosyllabic girl

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It's so easy to defend the Status Quo
with everyone so cool and cynical
But when you see the end don't justify the means
It's just that 180 degrees

The great thing about bein' a human
The ability to reason
But reasoning don't work when no one cares
2 parts apathy, one part despair

Guess what, this might come as a surprise
I'll no longer roll my eyes
A change of heart to let the conscience breath
One quick twist, just 180 degrees

Yeah, I now know the right thing to do
Yeah, anti tradition tried and true
Yeah, a world where wrong has right of way
Yeah, fuck that world, fuck that hierarchy

Go ahead, work, waste your life away
Fuck that world, go fuck that right away

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Billy Corbin lost it all
We knew he would eventually
Some wonder why he took the fall
Others just ask who the hell his he
And why should we care for him?

A baggy man with baggy clothes
A face made of paper mache
He lost his humor years ago
Along with his molars
His head planted beneath his shoulders

Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane
Don't throw me out with the bathwater
Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me

Billy Corbin had a time
Billy Corbin had a place
Following the 15 minute climb
Billy took the 7 second leap
A cannonball plunge off the deep

Kill the pain, integrity don't keep you warm and sane
Don't throw me out with the bathwater
Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me

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I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out
I got no one to blame, nothing to change
I got no evil to fight
One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
society don't bother me
and there's something wrong with that
I'm off to Pakistan, learn the laws of Islam
fundamentalism, forget that rock'n'roll
no cigarette, no drink, in fact
it's difficult to think about getting laid
when you don't even get to see her face
I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not liquored up
I got nothin' to do, nothin' to lose
I got no place to call home
one thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
society don't bother me, there's something wrong with that
Next stop Mongolia
don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with ya
throw out that handicap
no stepping out till spring in fact it's
difficult to sing when it's 20 below
and that's during the day
I'm not insane
I'm not insane
I'm not insane

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you better watch out
you better not cry
you better put out records D I Y
cuz it is what you've done and what u've been
if you fuck up
im telling tim

take your word out...?
you won't play agin until mid- ?street?
then ago this is the ?geno?
well i'll tell tim
im telling tim
im telling tim
im telling tim

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Je m'baladais sur l'avenue
Le coeur ouvert à l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire bonjour
À n'importe qui
N'importe qui, et ce fut toi
Je t'ai dit n'importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler
Pour t'apprivoiser

Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées

Tu m'as dit : "J'ai rendez-vous
Dans un sous-sol avec des fous
Qui vivent la guitare à la main
Du soir au matin"
Alors je t'ai accompagnée
On a chanté, on a dansé
Et l'on n'a même pas pensé
À s'embrasser

Aux Champs-Élysées, aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Élysées

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Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's been classified grade a psycotik
You can see it from the hole in his head
A saner man would have used a bigger gun

Degeneration ah ah ah ah ah
The lunatic clause was written for you

The story spoken is a story unheard
By you so listen cause it's unbelievable
A certain trait has passed while while centuries turned
This certain trait has been a family tradition
No simple way to tell you son
We share the same red tainted blood
I'm gonna kill me, You're gonna kill you
Killing you

Don't believe a word your grandfather says
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
Don't believe a word your grandfather says
He's a psycotik, grade a psycotic

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"Kill the rock stars" how ironic, Kathleen
You've been crowned the newest queen
Kinda like the punk rock Gloria Steinham
Can't change the world by hating men
Can't change the world by blaming men
Alternative/Republican

Just cause I don't know the reason you're so pissed
Don't dare tag me misogyinst
I thought the goal here was mutual respect
Not constructing a separate sect
I wish I could've seen Courtney
Demonstrate some real misogyny
Can't change the world by hating men

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Why must we stay where we don't belong (x2)

Because theres never gonna be enough space
so eat the meek, savour the taste.
Its always gonna be a delicacy
so lick your chops and eat the meek.

Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong, don't belong.

The factory mass producing fear, bottled, capped
distributed near and far, sold for a reasonable price.
The people they love it the feed it
brush with it, bathe with it, breath it
inject it direct to the blood.
It seems to be replacing love.

Why must we stay where we don't belong
Why must we stay where we don't belong, don't belong.

Because theres always gonna be token truth
Forgotten code, discarded youth.
You know theres always gonna be pedigree
one own the air, one pay to breathe.

Why must we stay where we don't belong (x2)
Why must we stay where we don't belong, don't belong.

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Trip down the stairs into hell
Cathay de I miss your smell
A mixture of puke, beer,
Stale piss fuck, sweat, and fear
Adrenaline addicted

The blood leak from my head
Kinda concerned my friends
But at the time it felt so right
The music blaring on
Now that desperation's gone
The desperation's gone

Turn, tune the knob
K-go some alterna radio
Strategic marketing hype
Media, stereotype
Has our music been castrated?

yes to you it maysound good
To me it sounds all wrong
The notes and chords sound similar
The same forbidden beat
But the desperation's gone
(The song's the same)
But the desperation's gone

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Flossing A Dead Horse

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It's funny how nothing seems much fun
Anymore to me now that I quit the drink
'Cause soberness, it might be what I need
But, it's certainly not how I wanna be

Cause nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Consequence never had any time to think
About what shoulda, coulda, happened to me
See common sense
My parents said I never had any
But now look at whose got the dough

Cause nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Don't feel like goin' out
Nothing worth singin' about
Missin' the alcohol
No longer born to lose
Put away my party shoes
Missin' the alcohol
Without tonic and gin
Without no vicodin

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me

. . .


Blast oxygen mask
Smoke filled cabin
Depressurize
Don't be afraid
Hold on to me
We're going down
But not our love

Death don't seem so bad
When I'm with you
My only love
So close your eyes
Kiss me one last time
We're gonna die
But not our love
(love repeats till the end)

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