@schoolemailvarshay if rather flat my own skin

Let it all out to these Punk and Rock tracks. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Central and South East Europe.

Venting

i wanna... end the stupidity on christmas

if you told me that i would be
alone again on christmas eve
i'd probably say "well that's okay"
cuz every year's the fucking same

what the hell did i do last winter?
it's always the same ass tradition

have you seen how my ribs show?
my diet's been a shitshow
and my family's on my ass
but i'll give them all a pass
cuz they're right, i know


what the hell did i do last winter?
it's always the same ass tradition
(too much drink to just stop and think)
"what the hell did i do last winter?"
(i avoid cause there's just no point)
it's always the same ass tradition

Not A Christmas Song

song with @edgemaster42
we've been married seven times
in my head
just wait till i get the courage
to picture you in my bed
love or not its plain to see
youre just not the girl for me
my true match is a loaded gun
pointed straight at my head
hate my guts 
why do i destroy my everything for you 
hate my guts 
why do i destroy my everything for you

Why did i fall for your atupud grace
You clearly have no horse in this dumb race
Theres no continuity in emotional promiscuity
I can guarantee that

when
i realize 
im not an object
you
fall apart
hate my guts 
why do i destroy my everything for you
hate my guts 
why do i destroy my everything for you
you fuckin hate my 
fuckin hate my guts

h8te my guts (with edgemaster42)

don't leave her waiting (doomkid cover)

Pls follow penguinband

https://open.spotify.com/artist/4aJVhC6ZMuUrhNltPxwHJN?si=cFvzPQU2RW6ig4DmzYjdaA

Lyrics:

[Intro]
I don't work
I like to sit in bed and play games
I don't go to school
I don't like to go to college
I don't think I have a future
I don't really give a fuck
I don't really care
I'm already giving up

[Chorus]
I don't work
I like to sit in bed and play games
I don't go to school
I don't like to go to college
I don't think I have a future
I don't really give a fuck
I don't really care
I've already ruined my life

[Bridge]
And I don't think I can change it
For too many years it's been the same
How many times should I try
Before I lay down and die

[Verse]
I don't work
I like to sit in bed and go insane
Fucking hated school
Fucking hate my college
Don't care about my future
Never gave a fuck
Never really cared
Cuz I ruined my life

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't work
I like to sit in bed and play games
I don't work
I like to sit in bed and play games
I don't work
I like to sit in bed and play games
I don't work
I like to sit in bed and play games
I don't work
I like to sit in bed and play games
I don't work
I like to sit in bed and play games

[Chorus]
I don't go to school
I don't like to go to college
I don't think I have a future
I don't give a fuck
I don't really care
I've already ruined life

[Chorus]
I don't work
I like to sit in bed and play games
I don't go to school
I don't like to go to college
I don't think I have a future
I don't really give a fuck
I don't really care
I've already ruined my life

Penguinband-I Don't Work

The song is called "would you please come over" now, but before that it was a more fast-paced demo called "Mari." This is my rendition of what that original demo would sound like if expanded into a full song.

>Lyrics:
Mari, would you please come over?
I know you leave in May
and now that we're both older
I've got so much to say.
Mari, if you could forgive me
I know you wouldn't stay
your heart just got much colder
so I'll go away.

Mari, we could start a family 
I know I'd always say
That we could be forever 
If you'd take my last name
I see a future with you
I wanna just be with you
So come on and just be with me
I promise you'll be happy

Mari (h4rtbrkr cover)

1965

Dropping Out And Giving Up (Fried By Fluoride cover)

FLAY MY SKIN

Recorded / Mixed by Sebastian Felix
Mastered by  Elaine Rasnake

American Girl

Fried By Fluoride-Realign

русский стяг-солнечный крест (studio)

Gotta find out who I am
I'll drive a thousand miles away
Throw out all the dirty mirrors
Cause they're keeping me awake
And I'm turning off these songs
Cause they've been playing on repeat
Has it really been a year?
Feels like it's only been a week

I've been wasting all my time
I've been sleeping through the day
Had a million chances now
And I pissed them all away
All my friends are moving on
And I'm staring at my feet
I still don't know what you want
I don't know who I'm supposed to be

Cause everything's so bad
And I don't wanna stay
Just give me some more time
I've still got more to say
Cause I love you so much
It's eating me away
Just give me one more chance
I've still got more to say

Just another lonely night
Another punch right to the face
Guess I'll give this one more shot
Before I'm put back in my place
Cause there's an aching in my chest
And there's a poison in my mind
But if you just hold me tight
I know I'd just melt inside

start

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Karo Priežastis

„Was nährt?“ ist Stillstand mit Tiefgang – ein Innehalten inmitten des getrieben seins nach Wirkung. Nicht anklagend, sondern entlarvend, leise: Was füllt uns wirklich, wenn das Außen schweigt?

Der Track skizziert eine langsame Häutung. Unter den Schichten von Denken, Wollen, Gefallen schimmert ein älterer Hunger – roh, archaisch, unfassbar ehrlich. Kein spirituelles Statement, mehr eine Bestandsaufnahme: Wie viel unseres Handelns ist Echtheit, wie viel bloße Reflexion polierter Oberflächen?

Was nährt? führt diesen Gedanken nicht zu Ende. Es lässt ihm Raum, warm und unaufgeregt, bis nur noch das bleibt, was nicht mehr will. 

Eine Stille, die nichts fordert, weil sie selbst Fülle ist.

____

Lyrics:

unter allem denken
unter allem reden über’s denken
unter allem druck zu sein
zu wirken
zu gefallen
liegt ein hunger
so roh
so alt, unausgesprochen

viele sprechen vom licht
und meinen die reflektion
auf polierten oberflächen
ihr sein besteht aus rückkopplung
sie ernähren sich vom aussen
nicht vom ursprung

sättigung durch’s aussen
füllt nicht, sie betäubt

du magst energie generieren
aus applaus, haut, blickkontakt
du kannst dich füllen
mit abhängigkeit, mit kontrolle
mit dem tanz aus geben und nehmen
der nie ruht
weil er nicht nährt

oder du kannst sie freilegen
in dir
als wärme
die nicht von außen kommt
als ruhe
die nicht einschläfert
sondern weckt

eine frage
die alles entscheidet
ohne dass sie laut wird

was nährt dich
wirklich?

aus dem gefühl gebraucht zu werden
oder aus der stille
in der du niemand sein musst, weil sie keine erklärung braucht

aus der rolle
oder aus dem raum dahinter
aus drama
oder aus gegenwärtigkeit

wahrheit ist ein messer
kein mantel

sie trennt
was echt ist
von dem,
was es nicht ist

und du spürst es
nicht im kopf
nicht im applaus
nicht im erfolg

dort
wo du nachts
allein
mit dir
in dein eigenes
sinkst

wenn du an dieser stelle weich wirst
nicht mehr fliehst
nicht mehr forderst
nicht mehr handelst und verkaufst

sondern dableibst
in der nacktheit
die nicht mehr lügen will

in einer energie
die nicht’s will
nur ist

Was Nährt

[Slater's Verse]
Lately I'm dead
I can't stop feelings of dread
Lately I'm done
I can't have no fun
Lately life sucks
It's a cliche, now guess what
Lately life's fun
I'm done, all done

I don't know where I went wrong
And I don't know where I belong
In my head with all my songs
In my head alone all along

I don't know where I went wrong
And I don't know where I belong
In my head with all my songs
In my head alone all along

[Chorus]
Pity party, just for me
A party for one, so let me be
Pity party, you give me plays
I write songs and I'll be okay

Pity party, just for me
A party for onе, so let me be
Pity party, just for mе
Just let me be, just fucking let me be

[Owen's Verse]
My music is stupid
Pumping out stereo putrid
Confused and lost
I got fame but at what cost
I lost my friends and I lost myself
And all for what, she's still on the shelf
Goddamn this business is so lame
I'm going fucking insane

[Chorus]
Pity party, just for me
Pity party, can't you see
You make me feel like a loser
Why am I such a fucking loser to you

Pity party, can't you see
Pity party, just for me
You make me feel like a loser
Why am I such a fucking loser to you



Written by UhOhSlater and Owen Adamcik

FLAY MY SKIN

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