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Punk on debaser... While in England the Sex Pistols were starting their assault on the musical status quo, on the other side of the Atlantic the Ramones had already released their first album, undoubtedly one of the most influential records in rock history. If it is true that Johnny Rotten's band provided punk, in addition to a handful of formidable anthems, the publicity boost necessary to establish itself on a global level, it is equally undeniable that the foundations of the movement's sound and aesthetics were laid in New York by the scene that emerged just before the mid-'70s around the CBGB’s club. Of this scene, the group of the four "fake Puerto Rican brothers" was the spearhead, at least from the perspective of the revival of raw and essential rock'n'roll that punk established, alongside the harshness of the performances, as its primary stylistic goal: with their two-minute songs where the instinctiveness and compactness of '60s garage married pop, surf, and bubblegum music, Joey, Johnny, Dee Dee and Tommy invented a perfect model of rebellious and defiant songs for angry yet excitement and fun-seeking sexy teenagers; Just as their fake-spontaneous look made up of ripped jeans, hideous tennis shoes, and leather jackets (à la Fonzie). Their self-titled debut features fourteen episodes compressed into half an hour: "Beat On The Brat", "Now I Want Sniff Some Glue" and the legendary "Blitzkrieg Bop" are some of the memorable ones; it is the off-key scream of a generation that perhaps only asked for simplicity, among walls of distortion, breathtaking rhythms, and lyrics often tinged with silliness. A shout-out to all the punks... even if I don't understand their way of dressing, I love you... to Jacopo..Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Blitzkrieg Bop (02:14)
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot them in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go
They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot them in the back now
What they want, I don't know
They're all reved up and ready to go
They're forming in straight line
They're going through a tight wind
The kids are losing their minds
Blitzkrieg Bop
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat
Pulsating to the back beat
Blitzkrieg Bop
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go
02 Beat on the Brat (02:32)
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat, beat on the brat with the
baseball bat oh yeah, oh yeah oh oh.
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat, beat on the brat with the
baseball bat oh yeah, oh yeah oh oh.
What can you do, what can you do, with the brat like that always
on your back, what can you loose; what can you do, what can you do
with the brat like that always on your back what can you loose, loose.
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat, beat on the brat with the
baseball bat oh yeah, oh yeah, oh oh.
Beat on the brat, beat on the brat, beat on the brat with the
baseball bat oh yeah, oh yeah, oh oh.
What can you do, what can you do, with the brat like that always
on your back, what can you loose; what can you do, what can you do
with the brat like that always on your back what can you loose.
05 Chain Saw (01:56)
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, awho who who o.
Oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, awho who who o.
Sittin' here, with nothin' to do.
Sittin' here, thinkin' only of you.
But you'll never get out of there.
She'll never get out of there.
Sittin' here, with nothin' to do.
Sittin' here, thinkin' only of you.
But you'll never get out of there.
She'll never get out of there.
I don't care. Awho who o.
Texas chain saw massacre.
They took my baby away from me.
But you'll never get out of there.
She'll never get out of there.
Texas chain saw massacre.
They took my baby away from me.
But you'll never get out of there.
She'll never get out of there.
I don't care. Awho who o.
When I saw her, on the corner,
She told me, told me, told me, told me,
she wouldn't go for.
Oh, now I know I'm so much in love,
'cus she's the only girl that I'm ever thinkin' of.
Texas chain saw massacre.
They took my baby away from me.
But you'll never get out of there.
She'll never get out of there.
Texas chain saw massacre.
They took my baby away from me.
But you'll never get out of there.
They tought her up and I don't care.
I don't care. Awho who o.
Texas chain saw massacre.
Texas chain saw massacre.
Oh no. Oh yeah.
Ohoh no. Oh yeah.
Ohoh no. Oh yeah.
Ohoh no. Oh yeah.
Ohoh no. Oh yeah.
08 Loudmouth (02:15)
Youre a loudmouth baby you better shut up
Im gonna beat you up cause youre a loudmouth babe
Youre a loudmouth baby you better shut up
Im gonna beat you up cause youre a loudmouth babe
Youre a loudmouth baby you better shut up
Im gonna beat you up cause youre a loudmouth babe
cause youre a loudmouth babe loudmouth babe
cause youre a loudmouth babe loudmouth babe
cause youre a loudmouth babe loudmouth babe
cause youre a loudmouth babe
09 Havana Affair (01:57)
PT-boat on the way to Havana
I used to make a living, man
Pickin' the banana.
Now I'm a guide for the CIA
Hooray for the USA!
Baby, baby, make me a loco
Baby, baby, make me a mambo
Sent to spy on a Cuban talent show
First stop- Havana au go-go
I used to make a living, man
Pickin' the banana
Hooray for Havana!
10 Listen to My Heart (01:58)
One, two, three, four!
Next time, I'll listen to my heart.
Next time, well I'll be smart.
Next time, I'll listen to my heart.
Next time, well I'll be smart.
Next time, I'll listen to my heart.
Next time, well I'll be smart.
Next time, I'll listen to my heart.
Next time, well I'll be smart.
That girl could still be mine,
but I'm tired of the hurt,
I'm tired of trying,
I'm tired of the pain,
I'm tired of trying,
I'm tired of crying.
Next time, I'll listen to my heart.
Next time, well I'll be smart.
Next time, I'll listen to my heart.
Next time, well I'll be smart.
That girl could still be mine,
but I'm tired of the hurt,
I'm tired of trying,
I'm tired of the pain,
I'm tired of trying,
I'm tired of crying.
Next time, I'll listen to my heart.
Next time, well I'll be smart.
Next time, I'll listen to my heart.
Next time, well I'll be smart.
Next time, I'll listen to my heart.
Next time, well I'll be smart.
Next time, I'll listen to my heart.
Next time, well I'll be smart.
11 53rd & 3rd (02:21)
If you think you can well, Come on man,
I was a Green Beret in Vietnam.
I said no more of your fairy stories
Cause I got my other worries.
Chorus:
53rd & 3rd
Standing on the street.
53rd & 3rd
I'm trying to turn a trick.
53rd & 3rd
You're the one they never pick.
53rd & 3rd
Don't it make you feel sick?
If you think you can well, Come on man,
I was a Green Beret in Vietnam.
I said no more of your fairy stories
Cause I got my other worries.
Chorus:
53rd & 3rd
Standing on the street.
53rd & 3rd
I'm trying to turn a trick.
53rd & 3rd
You're the one they never pick.
53rd & 3rd
Don't it make you feel sick?
Then I took out my razor blade.
Then I did what God forbade.
Now the cops are after me.
But I proved that I am no sissy.
Chorus:
53rd & 3rd
Standing on the street.
53rd & 3rd
I'm trying to turn a trick.
53rd & 3rd
You're the one they never pick.
53rd & 3rd
Don't it make you feel sick?
53rd & 3rd.
12 Let's Dance (01:52)
Hey baby won't you take a chance?
Say that you'll let me have this dance
Well let's dance, well let's dance
We'll do the twist, the stomp, the mashed potato too,
Any old dance that you wanna do
But let's dance, well let's dance
Hey baby, yeah, you thrill me so
Hold me tight, don't you let me go
But let's dance, well let's dance
We'll do the twist, the stomp, the mashed potato too
Any old dance that you wanna do
But let's dance, well let's dance
OK, wail now.
Hey, baby, if you're all alone
Maybe you'll let me walk you home
But let's dance, well let's dance
We'll do the twist, the stomp, the mashed potato too,
Any old dance that you wanna do
But let's dance, well let's dance
Hey, baby, things are swingin' right
Yes, I know that tonight's the night
Well let's dance, well let's dance
We'll do the twist, the stomp, the mashed potato too
Any old dance that you wanna do
But let's dance, well let's dance
But let's dance
But let's dance
But let's dance
14 Today Your Love, Tomorrow the World (02:11)
I'm a shock trooper in a stupor
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi shatze
You know I fight for fatherland.
I'm a shock trooper in a stupor
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi shatze
You know I fight for fatherland.
Little German boy
Being pushed around.
Little German boy
In a German town.
I'm a shock trooper in a stooper
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi shatze
You know I fight for fatherland.
I'm a shock trooper in a stupor
Yes I am.
I'm a Nazi shatz
You know I fight for fatherland.
Little German boy
Being pushed around.
Little German boy
In a German town.
Today your love, tommorow the world!(5x)
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