The Hate Club - Unplugged pt.1

HELLO, MY FRIEND [unplugged]

COMING OUT

Did you miss me? (from GG Allin live show)

Rest in Hell scumfuc.

Well you want me to kiss your ass
Well bend over, buddy, here comes my foot
I don't need your cry ass shit
Temper's rising, take a fit

Bite it you scum
Bite it you scum
Bite it you scum - Here I come
Bite it you scum

Well you want me to contribute
All I got is blood for you
All you want is more and more
Gluttony, you pig you whore
So

Bite it you scum 
Bite it you scum - Here I come
Bite it you scum - You fuckin dumb shit
Bite it you scum - aaa

One day when your end is near
I'll be laughing at your fear
When you're gone there'll be no one
Who'll be fuckin up my fun - No one

Bite it you scum
Bite it you scum - I'm never gonna run
Bite it you scum - Here I come
Bite it you scum

Bite it, bite it, bite it, bite it you scum.

Bite It You Scum (GG Allin)

Bazzi - Моя (Mine - Ukrainian Cover) [UkrTrashDub]

Nothing More

The Thirteenth Song On Facing What's Ahead (Cover of Blink-182's Dammit)

Lyrics:

It's alright to tell me what you think about me
I won't try to argue or hold it against you
I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons
The season is calling, your pictures are falling down

The steps that I retrace, the sad look on your face
The timing and structure, did you hear he f#%ked her?
A day late, a buck short, I'm writing the report
On losing and failing, when I move, I'm flailing now

And it's happened once again, I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands, and sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone, and I've been here for too long
To face this on my own, well I guess this is growing up

Well I guess this is growing up

And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview
You'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy
And I'll smile and you'll wave, we'll pretend it's okay
The charade, it won't last, when he's gone, I won't come back

And it'll happen once again, you'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands and sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone, and you've been there for too long
To face this on your own, well, I guess this is growing up

Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up

Dammit

Team up Roxy Epoxy and Chris “Gobo” Pierce and you get “Presenting”, the absolutely fantastic debut album from Faux Replika. Since the break up of The Epoxies (Fat Wreck Chords) in 2008, Roxy has kept herself quite busy, These songs were written half long distance with her in Oregon and Chris in New Jersey, and half on Roxy’s trips back east. The result is an equal mix of their two styles that mix and bubble in the cauldron of rock n roll. The end product is nothing short of electrifying. Roxy’s low hypnotic voice and captivating performances as The Epoxies frontowman has drawn comparisons to Chrissie Hynde, Siouxie Sioux and even a young Leonard Graves from The Dickies. Now take Chris Pierce. Here’s a man who has produced bands like The Ergs and Nightbirds and has the ability to utterly destroy any instrument he picks up. Lock the two of them in a studio in New Brunswick and this is what you get. An eclectic mix of punk rock, new wave, hyper fuzzed out electro-rock, deluxe hooks and mega riffs. Think DEVO meets Tilt. Think Dance Hall Crashers meets Gary Neuman. It’s strange, it’s awesome and it’s catchy as hell. FFO: The Epoxies, Doc Hopper, DEVO, The Network

Presenting!

RGF-102

Buy Album Here

Faux Replika - Look Around

Safe Place

I said “Load up get in the back of the van man, get in the back 'coz”,
Gotta show up, gotta sound check gotta talk to the sound man,
Get a sick note, pull a sickie 'coz you got to play this show,
As you can't be a no show,
So you have to be flexible, you have to be self-employed,
Or you have to lie to your boss man and leave the office with him annoyed,
But we're young and we're dumb and degrees our not going to help our situation,
As there's no jobs, no help, no money, no opportunities to give us placement.

Every time I get a little bit closer, why the fuck does it feel so far?
Sometimes it feels like nothing, so I think “why did I start?”

“Yeah, where do I start?”

And there's no money doing this anymore,
If I was doing this for money I wouldn't be sleeping on floors,
I'm in a band man, I drive a van man, 
And me and the boys are coming to your land man.
Bad decisions when I was just a teenager,
maybe my youth, my youth (youth) killed it,
We're stuck in the Sad Boys Club, 
As our youth, our youth, our youth (youth) killed it,

Bad decisions when I was just a teenager,
maybe my youth, my youth (youth) killed it,
We're stuck in the Sad Boys Club, 
As our youth, our youth, our youth (youth) killed it.

And I said “load up get in the back of the van man, get in the back!”

Modern Bollotics

(Jean-Claude) Van Mann

Youth Killed It - (Jean - Claude) Van Mann

"Jackson's Blood" is an anthem for all the leather jacket wearing degenerates of the world. A tribute to good times past, and the fine folks at Schott. 

"Jackson's Blood" was recorded/mixed/mastered by Paul Miner at Buzzbomb Studios in Anaheim, CA. Artwork by Adam Hanson.

Lyrics: 
I sleep in it, I fuck in it
I even took a dump in it
That's my motherfuckin' Schott
Been around the world in it
Put it around some girls to keep warm in it
Jackson's blood-stained on the inside
That's my fuckin' Schott

Day or night, winter or summer
Feels as good as getting a hummer
In the snow or in the shade
Or watching Jake and BDA put on tire chains

I sleep in it, I fuck in it
I even took a dump in it
That's my motherfuckin' Schott
Been around the world in it
Put it around some girls to keep warm in it
Jackson's blood-stained on the inside
That's my fuckin' Schott

Acid rain falls from an L.A. sky
Patina sets in once it dries
Bought it once so I bought it for life
Like an ass-groove in a couch
One of a kind

I sleep in it, I fuck in it
I even took a dump in it
That's my motherfuckin' Schott
Been around the world in it
Put it around some girls to keep warm in it
Jackson's blood-stained on the inside
That's my fuckin' Schott

Jackson's blood-stained on the inside
That's my fuckin' Schott

I sleep in it, I fuck in it
I even took a dump in it
That's my motherfuckin' Schott

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