The Shape of Punk to Come (1998)

Jared’s Selection: 8/7/16 – 8/13/16

Theme: Punk

Band: Refused

Release Date: 4/13/1998

Runtime: 55:11

Label: Burning Heart

Track Listing:

1). Worms of the Sense/Faculties of the Skull – 7:05
2). Liberation Frequency – 4:08
3). The Deadly Rhythm – 3:34
4). Summerholidays vs. Punkroutine – 4:01
5). Bruitist Pome #5 – 1:25
6). New Noise – 5:08
7). The Refused Party Program – 2:38
8). Protest Song ’68 – 4:32
9). Refused Are Fuckin’ Dead – 5:08
10). The Shape of Punk to Come – 5:06
11). Tannhauser/Derive – 8:07
12). The Apollo Programme Was a Hoax – 4:13

Lyrics:

1). Worms of the Sense/Faculties of the Skull

They told me that the classics never go out of style but, they do, they do.
Somehow baby, I never thought that we do too.

I got a bone to pick with capitalism and a few to break
Grab us by the throat and shake the life away
Human life is not commodity, figures, statistics or make believe

And yeah, I like eating excrement, not getting paid for it
Play the guilt, play the fear & play the anxiety
And yeah, I like eating excrement, not getting paid for it
Play the guilt, play the fear & play the anxiety

Seduced by the opportunity and robbed of hope
Alien nation is not commodity, figures, statistics or make believe

Yeah!
One more time. Oh!

Marginalize away the joy and sell us boredom

And yeah, I like working doing nothing, not making anything
Blame the poor, blame the uneducated & blame the sick
And yeah, I like working doing nothing, not making anything
Blame the poor, blame the uneducated & blame the sick

I got a bone to pick and a few to break

[Faculties of the Scull]

I took the first bus out of Coca-Cola city
It made me feel all nauseous & shitty
I took the first bus out of Shell town
Cos they didn’t want me all hanging around

Yeah! Yeah! I took the first bus
Yeah, baby! I took the first bus

I took the first bus out of Coca-Cola city
It made me feel all nauseous & shitty
I took the first bus out of Shell town
Cos they didn’t want me all hanging around

Yeah! Yeah! I took the first bus

Let’s take the first bus out of here
Let’s take the first bus out of here
Let’s take the first bus out of here

Let’s take the first bus out of here
Let’s take the first bus out of here
Let’s take the first bus out of here
Let’s go!
Yeah!

2). Liberation Frequency

It’s coming through the air
For all of us to hear
Could it be the sounds of liberation
Or just the image of detention?

We want the airwaves back
We want the airwaves back
We don’t just want airtime
We want all the time all of the time

We want the airwaves back
We want the airwaves back
We don’t just want transmission
We want…

What frequency are you getting?
Is it noise or sweet sweet music?
What frequency will liberation be?
What frequency will liberation be?
It’s coming through the air
For all of us to hear
Could it be the sounds of liberation
Or just the image of detention?
Control my flower
Business, news all ready to devour
Who’s in charge and what does he say?
Is he playing the alternative or does it sound the same old way?

We want the airwaves back
We want the airwaves back
We want transmission for the people (by the people)
We mean…

We wanted everything
We needed everything
We needed everything

What frequency are you getting?
Is it noise or sweet sweet music?
What frequency will liberation be?
What frequency? What frequency?

What frequency are you getting?
Is it noise or sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet?
What frequency will liberation be?
What frequency? What frequency? What frequency?

We want the airwaves back
We want the airwaves back
We don’t just want airtime
We want all the time all of the time

What frequency are you getting?
Is it noise or sweet sweet music?
What frequency will liberation be?
What frequency will liberation be?

What frequency are you getting?
Is it noise or sweet sweet sweet?
What frequency will liberation be?
What frequency? What frequency?

[Spoken:]
We got more coming, right now. There’s more coming.
We’re gonna get, gonna get a little sort of a session going here.
A bit of a session, a session that will feature the rhythm section.

3). The Deadly Rhythm

This union that made us powerless is talking over our heads
Claiming prosperity in a downward spiral plan

Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line
Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line

This power that made us unionless is taking out of our hands
Cheapest labour at our expensive cost, auctioned our lives away

Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line
Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line

We consume our lives like we are thankful
For what we are being forced into

Is it our duty to die for governments & for gods?
Is it our privilege to slave for market & for industry?
Is it our right to follow laws, set to scare and to oppress?
Is it a gift to stay in line and will it take away the blame?

Can no longer pay the price. We’ll get organized!
We’ll no longer believe working for you will set us free!

Can no longer pay the price. We’ll get organized!
We’ll no longer believe working for you will set us free!

4). Summerholidays vs. Punkroutine

I’m tired of losing myself to some stupid childhood dream of what I could have been
Money proves the point and I’m stuck between summer holidays & punk routine
I shoot off a 100 things to remain more sorry than safe, you see
I only get this fucking chance once and I just can’t let it be

Well, I’m still certain that what motivates me is more rewarding than any piece of paper could be
Well adjusted & corrupt, all those icons that stole our teenage lust
A scenario of simplicity, a scenario of you and me
A scenario of simplicity, a scenario of you and me

Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered – remembered – for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered – remembered – for giving in

We’re all tired of dying, so sick of not trying
Scared that we might fail, we’ll accomplish nothing
We’re all tired of dying, so sick of not trying
Scared that we might fail, we’ll accomplish nothing

Not even failure
Not even failure
Not even failure
Not even failure

Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered – remembered – for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in
Rather be forgotten than remembered – remembered – for giving in
Giving in
Giving in
Giving in

5). Bruitist Pome #5

Instrumental

6). New Noise

Can I scream? Yeah!
We lack the motion to move to the new beat
We lack the motion to move to the new beat

It’s here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it
Can afford the luxury of turning our heads
Adjust that thousand dollars smile and behold the creation of man
Great words won’t cover ugly actions – good frames won’t save bad paintings

We lack the motion to move to the new beat. Yeah!
We lack… motion
When the day is over – Hey! – the doors are locked on us
Money buys the access – and we can’t pay the cost
And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice?
We need new noise – new art for the real people

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We’re not leading
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We’re not, we’re not, we’re not, we’re not, we’re not, we’re not…
Leading

We dance – all the wrong songs
We enjoy – all the wrong moves
We dance – all the wrong songs

We dance – all the wrong songs
We enjoy – all the wrong moves
We dance – all the wrong songs

Here we go!

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We’re not leading. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
Thank you.

7). The Refused Party Program

In the wake of our existence, in our parades and in our dances;
touch, see and behold the wisdom of the party program.
Essential in our lifetime and irresistible in our touch,
the great spirits proclaim that
capitalism is indeed organized crime and we are all the victims.
This next one is called Refused Party Program.

This is the pulse, this is the sound
This is the beat of a new generation

This is the movement, this is the rhythm
This is the noise of revolution
Yeah! Yeah! Arrrrh!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Refused party program
Refused party program
Refused party program
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!

8). Protest Song ’68

To sing you must first open your mouth.
You must have a pair of lungs and a little knowledge of music.
It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar.
The essential thing is that I want to sing.
Then this is a song, I’m singing.”
[-H. Miller]

I breathe in & I, I create
Rewoke the spirit ’68
Fresh meaning to torn ideas
Let’s bring life to old clichés
Punch a hole in tradition, yeah!
Let’s listen to the songs of discontent
To the chords & the movement
To the chords & the movement

It could all be so simple
We would all stand baffled by the precision & accuracy
Our jaws would hurt from dropping so hard, fast & unexpectedly
It would be the perfect metaphor
Be the perfect song we’d be singing

I breathe out & I scream
Rewoke Malatesta’s dream
Inspiration from the past
Focus to the future at last
Fixed dogmas can’t substitute
Creative thought & action

It could be dangerous
Art as a real threat

All it is it words
Words said a million time before
All it is is a song
A song sung a million times before

I breathe in, I create
Rewoke the spirit ’68
I breathe out, I scream
Rewoke Malatesta’s dream

9). Refused Are Fuckin’ Dead

Beyond ability & control we could be weekend lovers
Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution
Whispered all across the street about the, about the new cool call
Or screamed at your face like a scabs payroll

Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don’t have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies & puckered lips
We don’t have the patience to deal with it

A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways

Faces like angels, licking our fingertips
We don’t have the patience to deal with it
With battered bodies & puckered lips
We don’t have the patience to deal with it. Yeah!

Get down, get down. Can I get a witness? Oh!
This I gotta see
Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in!
One more time for me. Yeah!
Gotta get away from this town
Bring it in! Bring it in! Bring it in!
One more time for me. Go!
We don’t have the patience
We don’t have the patience
We don’t have the patience
We don’t have the patience.
Yeah!
Get down
Listen to him

A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways
A naive young secret for the new romantics
We express ourselves in loud & fashionable ways

10). The Shape of Punk to Come

Hey baby! you never felt this good
Freedom through your stereo and you wish you could
Take a bite, do a dance, get lost on a crusade, jump on this soul train: destination unknown
Yeah! Yeah! Arrrh!

We’re all dressed up, we’ve got somewhere to go
All dressed up with somewhere to go
I told you so! I told you so!

We’re all dressed up, we’ve got somewhere to go
All dressed up
I told you so! I told you so! I told you so!

Hey baby! never felt this free
A pair of new shoes & a punk rock show to see
Give acclamation to these blue ribbon babies, check the calendar for the expiration date

We’ve all been bitten
We’ve all been underground
We’ve all been beaten, battered, bruised, told to get down

We’ve all been bitten
We’ve all been shot down
We’ve all been beaten, battered, bruised, told to get down

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

We’re all dressed up, we’ve got somewhere to go
All dressed up with somewhere to go
I told you so! I told you so!

We’re all dressed up, we’ve got somewhere to go
All dressed up
I told you so! I told you so! I told you so!

Adolescent beats with a new thing to see
Smashed guitars just like you’ve seen on T.V.
With burning speakers & flaming hair
We’ll have a riot right here

We’ll have a riot right here

11). Tannhauser/Derive

So where do we go from here?
Just about anywhere
Disorientated but alive
Boredom won’t get me tonight

Let’s bring this city to life, to light – tonight
Let’s bring this city to life, tonight – to light

There is no destination
But with a goal in mind
We can all be realistic
Demand the impossible

Let’s bring this city to life – to light, tonight
Let’s bring this city to life – tonight

Every street is an adventure and every road becomes a trip.
Every turn we take and every decision we don’t make,
even the decision we don’t make, will bring us into the secrets of their town.
Every corner we turn will lead us, every corner we turn will lead us down the labyrinths,
and every desire that we earn will guide us alive, living, loving & searching.

So where do we go from here?
Just about anywhere
Disorientated but alive
Boredom won’t get me tonight
Boredom won’t get me tonight
Boredom won’t get me tonight
Boredom won’t get me tonight

12). The Apollo Programme Was a Hoax

Petrol bombs & barricades
Anything to have our say
Consequence of no choice at all
Empires rise & empires fall

Now it’s time to flip some coins
And it’s time to turn some tables
(Cause if we have the vision I know that we are able

Suck on my words for a while, choke in the truth of a million dead
There is no prestige in your title, we are after your head
The destruction of everything is the beginning of something new
Your new world is on fire and soon you’ll be (too)

Sabotage will set us free
Throw a rock in the machine
Sabotage will set us free
Throw a rock in the machine
Throw a rock in the machine
Throw a rock in the machine

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