Sì, idioti, immaturi, cazzoni tutto quello che volete, ma sempre NOFX.
L'album esce per la Epitaph il giorno di Halloween dell'ottobre '97 e rappresenta sicuramente il momento di maggior consapevolezza artistica della band californiana.
Un album che si discosta molto dai primi NOFX, decisamente meno punk, meno tormentato; forse un hardcore ska/punk melodico, più romantico ma sempre con la stessa ribellione giovanile nelle viscere; canzoni come "Murder The Government" (proprio quella con la celebre frase "I wanna see the Constitution burns")e "Kill The Rockstars" ne sono l'esempio più immediato e lampante; ma anche tanto ska dentro, ska fatto ad arte, ska da ballare, ska da pogare; sì, d'accordo, melodici quanto volete ma mai smielati, appaiono sempre non curanti, strafottenti, decadenti, sarà la voce di fat-tone mike, boh... fatto sta che convincono, fatto sta che l'inevitabile maturità che hanno acquisito fa dell'album una delle pietre miliari nella storia del punk-rock.
Sicuramente con questo album hanno voluto ampliare genere musicale, hanno ampliato i potenziali ascoltatori, ma non per questo sono da condannare... sono come sempre sono stati: da amare o da odiare, a seconda... ma pursempre da ascoltare!! Il punk-rock è uno sporco mestiere, ma pur qualcuno dovrà farlo... It's My Job To Keep Punk Rock!!!!!!!
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02 Kids of the K-Hole (02:18)
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 loathe/love
Somewhere between the eden and north utopia
Somewhere beneath the astral plain
I've taken residence on sybaritic soil
You won't be seeing me again
You won't be seeing me again
Dropping crumbs and 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 meduium well
Then proceded to swallow it whole
It may sound good to you
It may sound oh so wrong
*So fucking wrong*
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Winter's broken, summer's gone
Just stuck in the k-hole again
Just once again
03 Murder the Government (00:47)
I wanna see the constitution burn
Wanna watch the white house overturn
Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red
I wanna tar and lynch the KKK
I wanna pull and shoot the NRA
I wanna pay the lobbyists to kill themselves
I wanna dose the DEA
I wanna join the CIA (not really)
It just seems so fucking easy to make this
Country a better place to live.
Illegalize guns and lobbying
(Jail murderers and extortionists)...
Legalize drugs and prostitution
(Free salesmen and saleswomen)...
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
04 Monosyllabic Girl (00:56)
I take her to the aquarium, she says shark
I take her to the planetarium, she says dark
I take her to the seaside
Where she likes to spin and twirl
She says sure and cool and yeah
She's my monosylabic girl
I take her to the university, she says huh
I take her to anniversary, she says one
I take her to jewelry store
I say diamonds, she says pearl
Oh everyone knows I'm in love
With a monosylabic girl
05 180 Degrees (02:12)
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 heirarchy
Go ahead, work, waste your life away
Fuck that world, go fuck that right away
07 All Outta Angst (01:54)
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
So 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 step 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
08 I'm Telling Tim (01:19)
You better watch out you better not cry
You better put out records d.i.y.
Cause its not what you've done its what you've been
If you fuck up I'm telling Tim
I'm telling Tim (x3)
Take you out of book your own life part six
You wont play again at ABC
You're gonna get ostracized like Lawrence
When I tell Tim
I'm telling Tim (x3)
09 Champs Elysées (02:03)
Je me balladais 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
Chorus :
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’embarrasser
Chorus
10 Dad's Bad News (02:03)
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
15 Quart in Session (01:40)
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
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Consequence never had any kinda
think about shoulda coulda happen to me
C-Common sense my parents said I
Never had any, but now look whose got the dough
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
Missing the alcohol
Without Tonic N gin
Without no Vicodin
Nothin seem much fun anymore to me X 4
16 Falling in Love (05:13)
Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin
Depressurize, don't be afraid, hold onto me
We're goin 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, not our love
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