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На рубеже десятилетий, в ходе работы над альбомом «Light...Camera...Revolution», лидер, вокалист и идейный вдохновитель группы Майк Мьюир решил, что будет правильно перезаписать дебютный альбом Suicidal Tendencies в новом звучании, добавить туда несколько композиций с последующих альбомов и назвать всё это новым «студийником». Согласитесь, довольно рискованный шаг. Ведь это могло было быть воспринято поклонниками следующим образом: „Мьюир исписался, группа переигрывает старые песни и называет это новым альбомом, вместо того, чтобы записать новые“. Однако, на мой взгляд, Мьюир имел право дать такой высокий статус этой компиляции. Думаю, что дело даже не в том, что к этому рубежу он собрал новую группу, оставшись единственным оригинальным участником коллектива (поэтому на обложке единственный подвешен вверх ногами), и добился с новым коллективом весьма существенных успехов, а в том, что сам Мьюир, вероятно, стал несколько иначе относиться ко всему тому, что он делает. Творчество Suicidal Tendencies перестало быть для него просто выражением так называемого «подросткового максимализма», оно стало делом жизни. Этот альбом, несомненно, является психологическим рубежом, когда Мьюир больше не чувствовал себя только лишь бунтующим подростком, а ощутил, что может сделать гораздо большее. После этого релиза он основал собственный лейбл Suicidal Records, с которого и были выпущены все последующие работы: разнообразные, экспериментальные, высокотехничные альбомы, составляющие золотой запас любителей жанра. Пожалуй, только Corrosion of Conformity могут быть сравнимы с «суицидалами» по уровню экспериментальности в конце девяностых-начале двухтысячных. Да, всё последующее творчество Suicidal Tendencies - это неуклонное развитие, усовершенствование музыки, осмысление жизни на совсем другом уровне. При том, что Мьюир никогда не «звездил», подобно многим рок- и металл-знаменитостям. При всём высоченном уровне музыкального материала, уважении группы даже в кругу своих соратников по цеху, он предпочёл остаться всё тем же «скейтером», неизменно оставляя в своих альбомах тему «Cyco Style». Этим альбомом группа как бы говорит: да, мы скейтеры, и отныне наша музыка будет не менее захватывающая, чем акробатические трюки на скейте. Что можно ещё добавить? Банально, но звук здесь стал соответствовать требованиям времени: всё звучит более ярко, гитары существенно потяжелели. И с этого момента можно считать, что существует лоу-файная версия дебютника, который напоминает хардкор-звучание, и «металлическая» версия дебютника. Из дополнительных к нему песен самая удачная - "War Inside My Head" со второго релиза группы. Она как нельзя лучше отражает общий смысловой посыл коллектива. Думаю, что "Stiil Cyco After All These Years" заслуживает семёрки. Подростки выросли и сами стали взрослыми, но «внутренняя война» не утихает и не утихнет никогда... |
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sick of myself-don't wanna live
Sick and tired-and no one cares
Sick of life-it sucks
Sick of politics-for the rich
Sick of power-only oppresses
Sick of government-full of tyrants
Sick of school-total brainwash
Sick of music-top-40 sucks
Sick of myself-don't wanna live
Sick and tired-and no one cares
Sick of life-it sucks
Suicide's an alternative
Sick of life-it sucks
Sick and tired-and no one cares
Sick of myself-don't wanna live
Sick of living-I'm gonna die
Suicide's an alternative
Well I've got a little story to tell
About a little red-assed punk that came from Hell
He said Satan's been lookin especially for me
He said Satan's got a paper gonna set your body free
He said power and glory, bitches for screwin'
All in your name and all for you today
Oh yeah
Power and fame, all in your name
All the gold and bitches you ever could have
Oh yeah
You'll have power, fame, all in your name
All that you want, all that you need
Everything that you ever could read
Anything anything that you ever would need
Well sign the paper that's all you do
Sign the paper it's ready too
Anything there it's all for you
Well this is all you got to do
So I looked him in the eye and I said
"Fuck you you little red-assed goblined-breathed horned-hed motherfucker!"
Cause I don't care too much about gold
And I don't really give a fuck about what you've been told
And I don't really care for anyone looking after me
Cause I'm a meaner son of a bitch
than that fuck ever could be
Two Sided Politics
I'm not anti-society, society is anti-me
I'm not anti-religion, religion is anti-me
I'm not anti-anything, I just wanna be free
Fascist state, no freedom
Unless you control yourself
Use self-expression, lose your freedom
You're undesirable, go straight to jeail
Kill someone in a war
Get a medal, you're a hero
Protect yourself in everyday war
You're a minority, you go straight to jail
I'm not anti, anti's anti-me
I'm not anti-government, government's anti-me
I'm not anti-politics, politics is anti-me
I'm not anti-anything, I just wanna be free
Innocent, never guilty
High-class lawyer, you are rich
If you're poor, must be guilty
Even if innocent, you go straight to jail
Subliminal
Flashing pictures on my screen
Shown too quickly to be seen
Does not register in my conscious mind
Propaganda of another kind
They're fucking with me subliminally
They're fucking with me subliminally
Danger-nightmare
Doomsday-nightmare
Murder-nightmare
Nightmare-nightmare
Watching TV, I start to cry
For no reason, I don't know why
Could it be from messages on my TV
Which I'm getting subliminally?
They're fucking with me subliminally
They're fucking with me subliminally
Mind control the easiest way
Sponsored by the CIA
It's a weapon you cannot see
It's propaganda subliminally
They're fucking with me subliminally
They're fucking with me subliminally
I Shot the Devil
I shot Reagan, I shot Sadat
I'm gonna shot you dead in heaven you'll rot
You're gonna rot in heave, hear an angel's voice
You're too bad for hell, although it's you first choice
Rot in heave, you're too bad for hell
Rot in heaven, cause you're forgiven in hell
I shot Lennon, I shot the Pope
I shot the devil, now you ain't got no hope
You're gonna rot in heaven, hear an angel's voice
You're too bad for hell although it's your first choice
Won't Fall in Love Today
Baby, don't you be blue
You know that I'll always be true
You know know that I'll always love you
And we'll always be together, too
Over a thousand things I can say to you
Half of which would be un-true
But the one thing for sure I can say
Is that I won't fall in love today
Baby when you hold me tight
You know everything will be alright
So let's not take any time to fight
Because you know I love you with all my might
Baby, you make me feel like a man
When we're rolling in the sand
So come and take me by the hand
And do the things you know we can
Institutionalized
Sometimes I try to do things but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to, and I get real frustrated and then like I try hard to do it, and I like, take my time but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to. It's like, I concentrate on it real hard, but it just doesn't work out. And everything I do and everything I try, it never turns out. Its like, I need time to figure these things out, but there's always someone there going “hey mike, you know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately, you know? You need to maybe get away. And like, maybe you should talk about it, you'll feel a lot better.” And I'm all like “oh, nah, it's ok, you know. I'll figure it out. Just leave me alone, I'll figure it out, you know? I'm just working on it by myself.” And they go “well, you know, if you wanna talk about it, I'll be here, you know? And you'll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it. So why don't you talk about it?” I go “no, I don't want to! I'm ok. I'll figure it out myself!” But they just keep bugging me, they just keep bugging me, and it builds up inside.
So you're gonna be institutionalized. You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes.
You won't have anything to say. They'll brainwash you until you see their way.
I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one that's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help to protect me from the enemy, myself.
I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything, but then again I was thinking about nothing. And then my mom came in, and I didn't even know she was there. She called my name and I didn't hear her and then she started screaming “Mike, Mike!” And I go “what? Whats the matter?” She goes “whats the matter with you?” I go “theres nothing wrong, mom.” Shes all “don't tell me that! You're on drugs!” I go “no mom I'm not on drugs. I'm ok, I'm just thinking, you know? Why don't you get me a Pepsi?” She goes “No! You're on drugs!” I go “mom, I'm ok. I'm just thinking.” She goes “No! You're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't be acting that way!” I go “mom, just get me a Pepsi! Please, all I want is a Pepsi!” And she wouldn't give it to me! All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me! Just a Pepsi!
They give you a white shirt with long sleeves! Tied around your back, you're treated like thieves!
Drug you up because they're lazy! It's too much work to help a crazy!
I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help, to protect me from the enemy, myself.
I'm sitting in my room, when my mom and my dad came in. they pulled up a chair and they sat down. They go “mike, we need to talk to you.” And I go “ok, whats the matter?” They go “me and your mom, we've noticed that lately you've been having a lot of problems, and you've been going off for no reason, and we're afraid you're going to hurt somebody, and we're afraid you're going to hurt yourself. So we decided that it would be in you're best interest if we put you somewhere where you could get the help that you need.” And I go “wait, what are you talking about, WE decided? MY best interests? How do you know what MY best interest is? How can you say what MY best interest is? What are you trying to say? I'M crazy? When I went to YOUR schools, I went to YOUR churches, I went to YOUR institutional learning facilities. So how can you say I'M crazy?”
They say they're gonna fix my brain. Alleviate my suffering and my pain.
But by the time they fix my head. Mentally I'll be dead.
I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized
They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help, to protect me from the enemy, myself.
Doesn't matter, I'll probably get hit by a car anyways.
War Inside My Head
War inside my head
War inside my head
War inside my head
War inside my head
War inside my head ain't a pretty sight
But I don't want no sympathy
It's happened a thousand times before
It's just a harsh reality
War inside my head-can you sense it
War inside my head-can you see it
War inside my head-can you feel it
War inside my head
Can you hear the-pain
Can you see the-pain
Can you sense the-pain
Can you feel the-pain
Can you help the-pain
Can you fix the-pain
Can you taste the-pain
Can you hear the war inside my head
The only thing real is the way I feel
And that's the pain that's deep inside
That battle from within is gonna begin
And there ain't nowhere to hide
War inside my head every night and day
I never get no piece of mind
It ought to be a sin, I just can't win
And pure hell is all I find
Don't Give Me Your Nothin'
Don't you give me give me give me your borrowed time
Don't you give me give me give me your recycled line
Who do you think you are?
You must think you're something
Don't you give me give me give me you're here to help me
Got to get with the program, I don't need no charity
I don't need shit and you ain't nothing
And if I made a perfect world you'd be gone
Don't give me give me give me your misguided help
Don't give me your nothin', I can do it myself
Well I don't want shit and I don't need nothing
Don't you give me give me give me your look of concern
I don't need your meddling when you gonna learn
Well you ain't shit and you ain't nothin'
Well I just made my perfect world-oops you're gone
Well now you know what it feels like not to belong-so long
So don't you give me give me give me your nothing-no
Don't you give me give me give me your nothing-no
Don't you give me give me give me your nothing-no
Don't give me your second-hand sympathy
Don't give me your nothin', just let me be
Who do you think you are?
You must think you're something
Don't you give me give me give me your worried tone
You can't fool me with that crap just leave me alone
And I don't need it, I don't need nothing
Now I have a perfect world, now you're gone-oh oh oh
Don't give me your nothin', don't give me your nothin'
Don't give me give me give me that "What did I do?"
You don't have to do nothing, you're just being you
I'll tell you why, you ain't nothing
If you make your perfect world you will find
The only place that's perfect is in your mind
What's perfect for you is like a hell for me
Two perfect worlds, it just cannot possibly be-oh oh oh oh
Don't give me your nothin'
Don't give me give me give me your "I'll be there"
I don't believe how you lie, you don't care
Don't give me your shit, don't give me your nothin'
Don't give me give me give me your "I love you"
They just are words and the words ain't true
You're full of shit, your words mean nothing
ANd I just made my perfect world, now you're gone
And in my perfect world your perfect world don't belong-so long
No no-don't give me your nothin'
No no-don't give me your nothin'
No no-don't give me your nothin'
No no-don't give me your nothin'
Memories of Tomorrow
B-1 bombers in flight
Trident missiles in the air
MX missiles underground
Protect us till we're dead
Memories of tomorrow-too late for sorrow
Push the button
Kiss goodbye the nuclear arsenal
A-bombs flying off their ramps
Nuclear bombs explode
Radioactive people
Search for medicine
Pray for shelter
Kill for food
Mass starvation
Contaminated water
Destroyed cities
Mutilated bodies
I'll kill myself
I'd rather die
If you could see in the future
You'd know why
Possessed
When I go down the street
The people watch me shiver and shake
I'm a prisoner of a demon
I think my head's about to break
it stays with me wherever I go
I can't break away from its hold
This must be punishment
For selling my soul
Too much pressure my pulse is rising
My heart is pounding my head really hurts
I can't take it all this pressure
From all these things inside of me
Everywhere I look I see them
Everywhere I go they're at
What did I do to deserve this
Why won't they just leave my body
Are they people or are they spirits
Do they belong to the human race
Why do they want me so bad
Why won't they come out of their hiding place
I can't see them but I know they're here
I can feel it in my veins
All this pressure on my body
Is causing all my strength to drain
Am I crazy or am I insane
Or have I already lost my mind
Is it real or is it fake
Or am I in a permanent bind
Am I in power or am I a slave
Who in the hell is in control
Am I still living or am I dead
Do I still have a soul
I know I can't keep going this way
I have to give my mind some leisure
If I keep on going like this
I never again will taste pleasure
If they will not break the oath
I will have to disband
I have lost all control
This thing has now taken command
Possessed
I Saw Your Mommy
Yesterday as I went out of the house
I saw a body lying down quiet as a mouse
She was lying face down in the sewer
What you do-I got up closer and realized that I knew her
What you see-All her organs coming
from her inside
That's nasty-Slashed up skin, sliced-up hide
Tell me some more-Turned her over and saw the tire tracks on her head
Then what-That's when I realized she was dead
Twisted body, chopped-off feet
her body was minced meat
Bust crawling on her arms
She's dead can't do no harm
Gnarled-up legs, broken and bent
Her last breath has been spent
I wonder how much you had to pay
To get your mom killed in such a bloody way
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I watched her as she bled
Well she had-Chewed-off toes on her chopped-off feet
Say what?-I took a picture 'cause I thought it was neat
That's cold-But the thing I like seeing the best
What's that-Was the rodents using her hair as a nest
Damn-I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I know it is your allowance that you'll really miss
But make it look good at her funeral and give her a kiss
I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
I saw her lying in a pool of read-And she doesn't know how to swim
I think it's the greatest thing I'll ever see-What's that?
Your dead mommy lying in front of me
I'll always remember her lying dead on the floor
I hope she dies twenty times more
I saw your mommy and your mommy is dead
I saw your mommy and your mommy is dead
I saw her, I saw her...mommy
I saw your mommy
Fascist Pig
Tense atmosphere in the air
Riot written everywhere
Riot squads coming from over there
Time to go home if you're square
Riot squad bas their heads
Kick their ass until they're dead
I want to be a fascist pig
Love to fight what a thrill
We don't stop until we kill
I want to be a fascist pig
Throw a bottle in the air
Put them up to their dare
We'll just laugh while they stare
Let them hit me see if I care
Get attacked by them
You'll never heal
They'll rob your conscience
Your sanity they'll steal
They'll beat your brains until they spill
That's the fascist favorite meal
A Little Each Day
Took a walk down under the street
Never thought that I'd see the day I would meet
Came and whispered in my ear
But I treid to pretend that I didn't hear
Turned my head and I walked away
I treid to forget what they had to say
Put on a smile and I tried to hide
But I couldn't keep myself from crying inside
Oh I...So I turned my head and I walked away
Oh I...And I tried to forget what he had to say
Oh I...And I chalked it up as another day
Oh I say...I died a little today
Took a journey through my brain
And they saw the scars and they felt my pain
Saw the things I din't want to find
Knew the dreams I had over a bottle of wine
Thought if I lied I was oigng to win
But they said the battle wouldn't even begin
Thought about the lies that I said to myself
But I knew it's too late to find the help
I Want More
In times of trouble fall to my knees and I look to the sky
Cause me, me I want more
The classification of our heart's a sin
Cause me, me I want more
Don't wanna pump nobody's gas-I want more
Don't wanna kiss my boss's ass-I want more
Don't wanna take the first job I find-I want more
Don't wanna dig coal out of a mine-I want more
Slaving in a factory, a different kind of insanity
Feels like I'm locked in a cage
Working like a maniac, gave myself a heart attack
For a job that pays minimum wage
Don't wanna work at the golden arches-I want more
Don't wanna was no rich man's cars-I want more
Don't wanna be nobody's gardener-I want more
Don't wanna be no garbage man-I want more
I sit and reflect about all that I've learned and all that I've seen
Cause me me I want more
The memories come and they go away
Cause me me I want more
Don't wanna pump nobody's gas-I want more
Don't wanna kiss my boss's ass-I want more
Don't wanna take the first job I find-I want more
Don't wanna dig coal out of a mine-I want more
I want more
Suicidal Failure
Father forgive me for I know not what I do
I tried everything but I'll leave it up to you
I don't want to live, I don't know why
I don't have no reasons, I just want to die
I'm a suicidal failure, I've got to get some help
I have suicidal tendencies but I can't kill myself
I'm tired of this way of life, my patience has expried
I'm barely jsut 20 but my life I will retire
I went down to a rifle store, I bought myself a gun
I point it at my head but I couldn't get the job done
I took all my mother's sleeping pills
I jumped off a freeway bridge
I drank three kinds of poison
And drove my car off a ridge
I beat myself with a bat
Put a noose around my head
I overdosed on heroin
But I'm still not dead
Death may not be the answer
It can't be all that great
But me I'm not into living
With life I can't relate
By some masochistic reasoning I think that it will be fun
I want to start my second life now
So shoot me with your gun
I'm looking forward-suicidal
I'm really bored-suicidal
You wanna die-suicidal
Then die-suicidal
Honestly-suicidal
At the game-suicidal
At my school-suicidal
At the bar-suicidal
Suicidal
Suicidal
Suicidal
Suicidal