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Grasp Of Dynamite - Don't tell me anymore

From Malang City, lovely place in Indonesia. Here's the sub urban music. Dedicate to all punk rock... Yeah!!!

Self Revolution - Let's Go Punk Rockers

Let the hell
Come to you
Let the hell
Come to you

It's a place
Where guilt
Does not exist

It's a place
Where guilt
Does not exist

For I say

Let It Burn Within
Your Hell, Your Peace
Let It Burn Within
Your Hell, Your Peace

Blaming others
Makes no sense
Blaming others
Makes no sense

Be grateful
For the little things
Be grateful
For your little fangs

For I say

Let It Burn Within
Your Hell, Your Peace
Let It Burn Within
Your Hell, Your Peace


Your Hell, Your Peace

Look in the mirror. What do you see?
A shaved ape with a god complex and a desperate need to bleed.
We call it progress. I call it a suicide note written in chapters.
Check the history books, man. It's just a log of disasters.
Turn the pages.

It started way back, a two-person population In a garden situation, facing immediate temptation. The snake hissed a dissertation, Eve took the bait—Suddenly naked and afraid, man, that's a bad lunch. Eviction notice served, kicked to the the curb. Then Cain got jealous of Abel, didn't use his freedom of speech, Just used a rock to a skull— The first murder on the docket. We went from gardening tools to putting weapons in our pocket. We figured out fire, bronze, iron, and steel. We figured out how to make other people kneel. We built Pyramids and societies on the backs of slaves, Digging early graves just so some Pharaoh can eat his grapes.

From the Macedonian maniac, Alexander the Great. A nepo-baby with a sword, deciding the world's fate. Just a wild kid who didn't know when to stop. Marched his army till they dropped, from Greece to the Hindu Kush top.

(Alexander the Great) "I'm a god, I will never die."

He wanted it all, but died at thirty-two. Life was over, a reminder you can't take anything with you, no matter what you say. Then Rome rose up, colossal, gladiators in the fossil record. Caesars getting stabbed in the back saying "Et tu, Brute?"

From the spear to the virus
From the sword to the bomb
We're only smart enough to know when it's all going wrong
History doesn't just repeat, it rhymes with violence
And then it all just ends in silence...

Welcome to the Dark Ages, illiterate and contagious. The plague rats turning pages, feudal lords locking cages. We got Crusaders marching, wearing the cross on their chest, slaughtering in the name of God, putting faith to the test. Pull the sword from the stone, leave the peasantry awed. Then the Renaissance hit, "Oh look, we're painted and enlightened!" But the grip on the weaponry just continued to tighten. The Industrial Revolution, pollution filling the sky. We traded serfdom for sweatshops, just a different way to die. Steam engines huffing, mass-producing the suffering. Nations coveting other nations' land, no buffering.

And out of that starvation, desperation, and inflation, A little man with a mustache manipulated a nation. World War II, the sequel, worse than the original. Holocaust, genocide, the evil was residual. We firebombed Dresden, we blitzed through the streets. But we hadn't seen nothing yet until the final feats. Nineteen-forty-five, the Manhattan Project's fruition. Oppenheimer quoting Scripture with ignition. Hiroshima, Nagasaki, the sun brought down to the earth. We split the atom and realized what our rage was worth.

[Now humans are nothing more than flesh and meat]

Now we're in the information age. Welcome to the net. The greatest library ever built, and what do we get? Only a couple years later from the AOL sound, you've got the tallest buildings in New York falling to the ground.
Blame it on the Muslims...
blame it on the Jews...
but the tragedy is just an extension of the history of me and you.

[I have become Death]

History of the World

Babi

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Konflik - Consequences of a Broken Heart

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Single pertama Taruk, kuartet picisan hardcore/punk penceloteh elegi di ambang hidup dan kematian. Kami terus menjaga bara hitam nan gelap itu.

Lirik:

Gerbang terbuka lebar, geliat sangar
Mata terbelalak, amarah berkibar

Rentetan peluru
Belenggu mencekik
Selama ini aku
Hidup tapi mati

Lejar menerkam, perlahan sedu sedan
Tak jua guna meringis dan tertekan

Membalik kondisi,
Sekarang aku berapi-api
Membalik kondisi,
Sekarang aku berapi-api

Kepalan tangan menghujam rutinitas
Siapa yang mengganggu, kutendang keras
 
Diri kian meranggas,
Kendali lepas
Menggertak dalam tegas,
Hey, ini bukan lapas

Tolak tunduk, tak akan pernah terjilat
Hari-harimu akan kubuat pekat

Panas dan beringsang,
Selamanya aku berapi-api
Panas dan beringsang,
Selamanya aku berapi-api

Berapi-api
Berapi-api
Berapi-api
Berapi-api

Berapi-api
Berapi-api
Berapi-api
Berapi-api

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Ditulis, diaransemen dan dimainkan oleh Taruk
Direkam di Teargas Lab, Bandung, Juni 2018
Mixing dan mastering oleh Irsyad Ali Sofi
Karya foto oleh Bobby Agung Prasetyo

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HATE 'N' ROLL DIVISION!

Karel (vocal)
Bobby (guitar)
Boy (bass)
Adul (drum)

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