BAD RELIGION (tekstovi pesama+biografija - lyrics with biography in Serbian)

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Bad Religion

Bad Religion (Bed Rilidžn, često označavan samo kao BR) je veoma uticajan pank rok bend poznat po snažnim intelektualnim stihovima sa socijalnom pozadinom. Bendu se često pripisuje zasluga za oživljavanje pank roka tokom kasnih '80-ih.

Istorija

Rana karijera (1985 – 1985.)

Bad Religion je nastao u Los Anđelesu, u Kaliforniji 1980. godine. Osnovali su ga studenti Greg Grefin (Greg Graffin, vokal), Džej Bentli (Jay Bentley, bas gitara), Džej Ziskrut (Jay Ziskrout, bubnjevi) i Bret Gurevic (Brett Gurewitz, poznatiji kao Mr. Brett, gitara). Godine 1981, bend je izbacio svoj prvi EP za svoju novoosnovanu izdavačku kuću Epitaf (Epitaph Records) kojom je upravljao Gurevic. Sledeće godine izlazi njihov prvi album, How Could Hell Be Any Worse?, koji im donosi i prve fanove. Tokom snimanja ovog albuma Džej Ziskrut je napustio bend, a na njegovo mesto došao je Piter Fajnston (Peter Finestone).

Godine 1983, bend je izbacio album Into the Unknown, psihodelični rok album sa klavijaturama, koji je izašao na strahovito loš prijem najvećih fanova. Danas je generalno gledano ovaj album odbačen od strane benda. Međutim, neki od fanova ga prihvataju uz tvrdnju da je to dobar album, ali ne i dobar Bad Religion album. Naredne godine Greg Hetson (Greg Hetson) iz benda Circle Jerks zamenio je Gurevica. Bend se vratio svom originalnom zvuku u nešto mekšijoj verziji, sa EP-om Back to the Known, ali su se ubrzo razišli.
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Glavna karijera (1986 – 1992.)

Bend se ponovo oformio 1986. godine. Album Suffer označio je njihov povratak na pank scenu. Ne samo da je ovaj album za većinu fanova najbolji od svih, već je i album koji je zahvaljujući fanovima i ostalim slušaocima Bad Religion-a spasao pank scenu Južne Kalifornije.

No Control (1989) i Against the Grain (1990) samo su povećali popularnost benda, a nakon njih usledio je Generator (1992). Pre snimanja ovog albuma bubnjar Pit Fajnston je napustio bend, kako bi se potpuno posvetio svom drugom bendu, The Fishermen, a Bobi Šejer (Bobby Schayer) došao je na njegovo mesto.

Mejnstrim uspeh (1993 – 1995.)

Sa dolaskom na mejnstrim scenu, Bad Religion napuštaju Epitaf Rekords i sledeći, sedmi po redu, album - Recipe for Hate (1993) izdaju za veliku izdavačku kuću Atlantik (Atlantic Records). (U stvari Epitaf je Atlantiku prodao prava na Recipe for Hate). Naredne, 1994. godine, usledio je Stranger Than Fiction, ali je Gurevic napustio bend neposredno nakon izlaska albuma. Zvanično, izjavio je da mu rad u Epitaf Rekordsu oduzima previše vremena, ali poznato je da je pravi razlog bio taj što je smatrao da se bend "prodao" jer je napustio Epitaf kako bi potpisao za veliku izdavačku kuću. Usledilo je mnogo međusobnih "prozivki" između Gurevica i ostatka benda. Gurevic je zatim oformio bend The Daredevils i u narednim godinama imao velikih problema sa heroinom. Gurevica je zamenio gitarista Brajan Bejker (Brian Baker), bivši član bendova Minor Threat i Dag Nasty. Pre toga Greg Grefin i Gurevic su zajednički bili potpisani kao tekstopisci, što je Grefina ostavilo kao solo tekstopisca.

Post-Gurevic period (1996 – 2001.)

Bad Religion nastavili su bez Gurevica i izbacili još tri albuma: The Gray Race (1996), No Substance (1998), i The New America (2000). Kako njihova popularnost više nije bila velika kao nekada (iako je The Gray Race dobro prošao kod velikog dela publike) 2001. godine napuštaju Atlantik Rekords i vraćaju se u Epitaf.

Gurevicov povratak (2002 – 2004.)

Bobi Šejer napustio je bend zbog ozbiljne povrede ramena, a na njegovo mesto došao je Bruks Vekerman (Brooks Wackerman) iz benda Suicidal Tendencies. Gurevic se vratio u bend u vreme snimanja albuma The Process Of Belief (2002). Njihov sledeći album, The Empire Strikes First, izašao je u junu 2004. godine. Oba albuma su sjajno prihvaćena kako od fanova, tako i od strane kritike, koji su pozdravili njihovo ponovno ujedinjenje i povratak u Epitaf. Bend je takođe izbacio i reizdanja, digitalno-remasterizovane verzije nekoliko ranijih albuma uključujući How Could Hell Be Any Worse?, Suffer, No Control, Against the Grain i Generator. Reizdanje albuma The How Could Hell Be Any Worse? sadržalo je i kompletan prvi EP, zatim Public Service EP (alternative versions of Bad Religion, Slaves and Drastic Actions from the self titled EP) i Back To The Known.

Trenutna dešavanja i budući planovi (2005 – do danas)

U maju 2005, Grefin je na zvaničnom sajtu benda izjavio da će rad na sledećem albumu početi "kasno ove godine" da bi izašao negde u 2006. godini. U februaru 2006. godine basista Džej Bentli je potvrdio da će se album najverovatnije pojaviti u septembru iste godine. Na zvaničnom sajtu se takođe moglo pročitati da je Bret Gurevic najavio dupli album. Po poslednjim vestima izlazak novog albuma očekuje se krajem 2006. ili početkom 2007. godine.

Diskografija

• 1981. Bad Religion (EP)
• 1981. Public Service (compilation EP, with Circle One, Red Cross, RF7 and Disability)
• 1982. How Could Hell Be Any Worse?
• 1983. Into the Unknown
• 1984. Back to the Known (EP)
• 1987. Suffer
• 1989. No Control
• 1990. Against the Grain
• 1991. 80-85 (kompilacija albuma i EP-ova pre albuma Suffer, osim Into The Unknown)
• 1992. Generator
• 1993. Recipe for Hate
• 1994. Stranger Than Fiction
• 1995. All Ages (kompilacija, kompilacija materijala iz Epitaf Rekordsa, pre albuma Recipe for Hate)
• 1996. The Gray Race
• 1997. Tested (živi)
• 1998. No Substance
• 2000. The New America
• 2002. The Process of Belief
• 2002. Punk Rock Songs (kompilacija, izdanje za Evropu i Japan)
• 2004. The Empire Strikes First
• Sledeći album najavljen je za 2006/2007. godinu. Naziv je još uvek nepoznat

Izvor: Wikipedia

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"Bad Religion (Theme Song)"

See my body, it's nothing to get hung about.
I'm nobody except genetic runaround.
Spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back.
Bad Religion, a copout, that is all that's left
Hey Mr. Mime, stop wasting my time,
With your factory precision.
Factory precision is your
Bad Religion, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, Bad Religion.
Ay!
Don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit?
Don't you know blind faith through lies won't conquer it
Don't you know responsibility is ours?
I don't care a think about eternal fires.
Listen this time, it's more than a rhyme,
It's your indecision.
Your indecision is your
Bad Religion, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, Bad Religion,
Bad Religion.
 
"Politics"

Economy, technology, does it really work?
The guy running the government's another jerk
Try to teach some values and they all erode away
You're lucky if they listen to a single word you say.

What is right and what is wrong, government decides
You don't have to like the laws as long as you abide
We're all being oppressed by the upper-middle class
The government you vote for is the one that you possess.

I'm so tired and now I'm through, I'm through and so are you
Oppressive fear from presidents, it's us, not the government
We control the masses of the whole entire race
Soon our streets will all get filled without a happy face.
 
"Sensory Overload"

They're all just suicides, in a social way.
I'll never need that dormant time, I'll tell you why.
'Cause I think about it all the time,
I think about ?
I am ?
Sensory ? you [x2]
I don't know why, trust me,
It's bleeding me,
I don't know why, God, it's social suicide.
Sensory overload, what a hell of a time.
Gotta sensory overload, gotta free your little mind,
Free your little mi-i-mind. Oh!
Go!
'Cause I think about ?
I think about ?
Think about playing these games for real.
I wanna write down all the things I feel.
Don't wanna hide from the things I hear.
I don't know why, trust me,
Oh God it's bleeding me,
I don't know, God, it's social suicide.
Sensory overload, what a hell of a time.
Gotta sensory overload, gotta free your mind,
Free your little mi-i-mind, your little....
 
"Slaves"

Congress runs your daily life
They brainwash you into thinking it's freedom
We've had a war every twenty years
They make you think we really need 'em.

And we're all just slaves under stricter masters
We're all slaves under stricter masters
We're slaves.

You're brought up thinking it's bad to live in any country except this one
And when you grow into a man you realize it ain't too much fun
We're a country of democracy, we're supposed to be the best on the globe
Living's expensive, it ain't too fun unless you fall in the high-class mode
 
"Drastic Actions"

Heard a word, suicide,
Not from one, but from thousands that tried.
The lawyer's wife and the teenage brat,
One thing in common, they all wanted out.
And it's plain to see.
It goes for you and it goes for me,
And all the screwed up little girls and boys
All thrown in without a choice.
But I heard him say,
"I want out,
No complaints and no doubts,
Just a chance to go on."
I heard a word, suicide,
And not from one, but from thousands that died.
Want some attention and a little less regret,
A teenage fluff, little threat.
And there are those, there are those who think
That drastic actions will make them unique.
It's really all the same,
That no one's happy and nobody's to blame.
And the moral to this story is old.
It's quite taboo, seldom told.
The seed is reaped before it's sown,
A bad choice was never resolved.
 
"World War III"

US government drew up plans
Too much money, got the cash
Break out ? staff
? is a fuckin' mess
They think they know it all.
They're gonna die in the fireball.
? overrule
? play the fool
All day
World War III [x4]
Forget ?
I'll make us have another war.
It doesn't matter what the people think.
These days our President drinks:
"Here I go I'll launch the bomb.
It's headed straight for Guam.
I'll ?
Into your little room
World War III [x5]
 
"Latch Key Kids"

In this world today there ain't nobody to thank,
Just blame it on the kids and toss 'em into the tank.
And if they yell for justice we'll hide them from the light
So that when they learn the truth they won't be scared of the night.
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Put the key in the hole when you get home from school.
I'll be home by 8:30, your father will too.
If you cause any trouble then I don't want to see,
'Cause you'll go straight to bed and you won't have no TV.
 
"Part III"

The final page is written in the books of history,
As man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas
To fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race,
A show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance.

They say when a mistake is made, a lesson has been learned
But this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world.
A million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns,
A mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned!
 
"Faith In God"

It's all right to have faith in god
But when you bend to their rules and their ******* lies
That's when I start to have pity on you.

You're living on a mound of dirt,
But you can't explain your reason for existence
So you blame it on god.

So much hatred in this world and you can't decide
Who's pulling the strings
So you figure it's god.

Your whole life foreshadows death
And you finally realize you don't want to die alone
So you'll always have god.

It's all right to have faith in god
But when you bend to their rules and their ******* lies
That's when I start to have pity on you.

It's all right to have faith in god
But when you bend to their rules and their ******* lies
That's when I start to have pity on you.

There's people in the world today
Who say they're Jewish, Christian and such,
They're all ignorant fools.

They'll tell you you can't have your own way
unless you pay money and dedicate your life
Or you'll be damned in hell.

Don't be feeble like all of them,
You have your own brain full of thoughts and choices,
So use it don't let them use you.

It's all right to have faith in god
But when you bend to their rules and their ******* lies
That's when I start to have pity on you.
 
"**** Armageddon... This Is Hell!"

There's people out there that say I'm no good,
'Cause I don't believe the things that I should,
And when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did wrong,
And hope and pray that our lord god will think I'm good.

Countries manufacture bombs and guns
To kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done.
Smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong,
They hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone.

In the end the good will go to heaven up above,
The bad will perish in the depths of hell.
How can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse?

**** Armageddon, this is hell [x3]

We're living in the denoument of the battle's gripping awe,
So what's the use of being good to satisfy them all?

How could hell be any worse? Life alone is such a curse!
**** Armageddon, this is hell [x5]
 
"Pity"

I show pity on the human race,
On the ignorant plenty who devote their lives
To an icon that they've never known.
I show pity on eons past,
When early man started the first civilization
And human aggression was born.
I show pity on the future to come,
When the government system will be omnipotent
And we'll be worse off... than we are now!
Pity, pity, on the billions of ignorant people.
Pity, pity, on the masses of aggression.
Pity, pity, on the future centuries to come,
on the billions of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come,
on the masses of aggression.
It's all a matter of looking at the past.
It's all a question, are we gonna last?
If we endure the aggression that's inside all of us
We'll wipe out our own species and thus... the world!
Pity!
Pity on...
on the masses of aggression,
on the billions of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come,
on the masses of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come.
 
"In The Night"

In the city, the day is too hot
And you're hoping for relief, 'cuz your head is filled with pain,
But you get no relief, 'cuz the night is the same...
In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes.
In the night, in the night you feel barely alive.
You live your life in darkness, you've got pennies on your eyes.
But you say that it's all right, 'cuz you've never lived a lie,
As you crawl back to your womblike existence in the night.
In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes.
In the night, in the night you feel barely alive.
You can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps,
And the little man inside twists your tormented mind.
Your mind is filled with shadows, your palms are wet with sweat.
Limbs are bound and tangled in a fatal net.
There are two things you can do.
One is turn and fight.
The other's run headlong into the night.
In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes.
In the night, in the night you feel barely alive.
You can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps,
And the breathing at your side, is it yours, or is it
Good bye!
 
"Damned To Be Free"

Death and the shadow that it casts on life scares me little or none.
People tell me of a divine right and the happy chosen one.
I'm a freak 'cause my morals clash with others in the world.
I go home while they work hard, then they same I'm wrong.
There's only one place to be, while living with tragedy.
If their sins affected me, I gotta be damned to be free.
Freedom is responsibility, pay more than it's worth.
Instincts tells us not to die, hazy myth since birth.
Learn their rules, play their game, deceive yourself in haste.
Turn your own brain into dust; it's not theirs to waste.
There's only one place to be, while living with tragedy.
Extract the nectar, burn the tree, I gotta be damned to be free
Thinking... This world it ain't so bad.
Dying... It's just another fad.
Working... 8 hours, that's not for me.
Dying... It's just your destiny.
 
"White Trash (2nd Generation)"

Wasted children, fixed blank eyes, blood and sweat, we socialize
Broken homes from which they come, beer-stained dad, compliant Mom.
Fear and love, much despised, replaced by comfortable lies.
Teenage classic, more cliche, one step further on the edge of decay.
White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
Are you ready to fight for your morality? Right wing allies, white supremacy.
Pretty fascist on the tube draped in red and white and blue
White trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation
Offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night
White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
Stiff blue collar, coat and tie, brand new breeds side by side.
Christian ethic, right extremes, shoved down our throat as the American Dream.
White trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation
Offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night
White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
 
"American Dream"

I hate my family, hate my school, speed limits and the golden rule.
Hate people who aren't what they seem, more than anything else, American Dream.
American Dream's gonna swallow you whole, it's bursting at the seam,
It'll sweep you away, so enjoy it today, tomorrow you'll be old thus useless.
American Dream... American Dream....
American Dream, that's ok, 'cause no one dare give you away.
I hate my job, I hate your god, I hate hypocrites and common slobs.
Hate people who aren't what they seem, more than anything else, American Dream.
Promise me today I'll have a Chevrolet, with whitewalls on the side,
One boy, one girl, comfortable lies
The American Dream... American Dream...
American Dream, that's ok, 'cause no one dare give you away.
American Dream!
(bleah!)
 
"Eat Your Dog"

Weak and sick, dying in the sand, no such thing as a promised land.
Don't lose faith in a better life--reincarnation, poor excuse.
You're dying you assholes, your religion can't help you now.
Dying and starving in the fields you used to plow.
Rotting bones in your barren fields. Worshipped creature's supposed to heal.
He won't save you and he won't save me. See what you want to see.
Hindu religion in the mind of a working Joe,
Starving and dying in the fields you used to know.
You're tied and bound to a god's useless advice.
Bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight.
In the end you'll return once more to die again.
Go on 'til you can't no more in non-eternal sin.
 
"Voice Of God Is Government"

Neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you,
And no one cares like he cares.
Neighbors, let us join today in the holy love of God and money,
Because neighbors, no one loves you like He loves you.
And what better way to show your love than to dig deep into your pockets.
Dig real deep, until it hurts. Alleviate your guilt,
Free yourself once again, because he gave to you, brothers and sisters.
Please give a 10, 25, or 50 dollar tax-deductible donation,
And I assure you your modest pledge will be used to censor TV and radio,
Ban questionable books, and contribute to many other Godly services.
No longer will young Christian Americans hedonistically indulge
In masochistic submission to rhythmic music, for with your monetary support,
There is no end to what we can achieve in this country.
The voice of God is government. The voice of God is government.
The voice of God is government. In God we trust, sinners repent!
(1,2,3,4)
Can't you see what we believe in, all our thoughts, all our reasons,
Pursuit of life and liberty and happiness we cannot see?
Speak of truth with a mighty voice, but politics are your real choice.
Hire men to change the law, protect and serve with one small flaw.
Voice of God is government. The voice of God is government.
Voice of God is government. In God we trust, sinners repent!
If we shun God and Jesus Christ, religious love is sacrifice.
Love for God is shown in cash, the love they send is mailbox trash.
With every pamphlet we receive, more money asked for Godly needs.
Build a million dollar church, with money spent on God's research.
Voice of God is government. The voice of God is government.
Voice of God is government. In God we trust, sinners repent!
On late night TV, God can heal, a certain force you cannot feel.
Love for money in God's name, religion's now a TV game!
Build a million dollar church, with money spent on God's research.
Build a million dollar church, with money spent on God's research.
Voice of God is government. The voice of God is government.
Voice of God is government. In God we trust, sinners repent!
Yeah!
Voice of God is government. The voice of God is government.
Voice of God is government. In God we trust, sinners repent!
 
"Doin' Time"

See the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin.
Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes.
Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows.
Other watches, has a drink, and from the same cup,
They drink
I'm doin' time, how long I don't know.
William had 26, blew his brains out, now look at him.
John had only one, watch the mother mourn her only son.
I'm doin' time, how long I don't know.
I'll kiss goodbye my brain and body
And go to sleep for generations.
And go to sleep for generations.
Salvation:
Cease concentration.
You'll only lose the fight.
Don't tell me what's wrong or right!
You're losing sight.
You're just gonna die anyway!
 
"Yesterday"

Run, but don't be scared to look behind.
Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind.
The end is almost here,
The sky, the air, so nice and clear,
The sound of your decay,
And the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday.
There, now that you know it's not so bad.
See, the good meet soon for ?
So if you try to enhance,
We don't deserve another chance.
Just laugh along the way,
And kiss your ass goodbye with a shadow dream of yesterday.
Yesterday, the good old days.
Yesterday, the way we used to play.
Yesterday, it just got worse and worse.
Yesterday, the future's been rehearsed.
Run, but don't be scared to look behind.
Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind.
The end is almost here,
The sky, the air, so nice and clear,
The sound of your decay,
And the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
 
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