fugazi

fucked up got ambushed zipped in
minor threat uzantisi, ian mackaye'nin hayata gecirdigi dunyanin ilk ve tek straight edge grubu. grup kendilerini bilinen herhangi birseyle isimlendirip unlu olmak yerine kendi muziklerini kendi benimsedikleri ideolojiye gore bicimlendirip, kendi bulduklari adla labellemislerdir (labellemek??). washington cikislidir. konserlerinin cok ucuz oldugu dogrudur. yillar yilli boktan pusurden binbesyuz tane punk/hardcore/bok/pusur dinledikten sonra akillarda kalan en haysiyetli gruptur.

87 kuruluşlu caanım punk grubu .duyulduğu üzere konser fiyatlarında son derece hassastırlar.O pop-punkçılar bunların yanında biz punkçıyız dememelidirler.Hem söz hem müzikleri süper.geriye yaşasın punk demek kalıyor.

1984 tarihli marillion albümü, albümün kendisiyle aynı adı taşıyan kapanış parçası. steve rothery'nin solo nasıl atılır sorusuna verdiği en güzel cevaplardan birisi.

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a blackheath cell,
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell,
Provoking the heartache to renew the license.
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule,
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience.
Wrappped in the christening shard of a hangover,
baptized in tears from the real, tears from the real...
Drowning in the liquid seas on the picadilly line, rat-race,
scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth.
(Caress Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition,
The albatross courtship marrytime tradition.)
Sheathed with the walkman wear the halo of distortion,
aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation.
(But she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart,
she hung herself around my neck.)
>From the Time-Life guardians in their conscience bubbles,
safe and dry in my sea of troubles.
Nine to Fives, with suitable ties,
While I'm cast adrift as their sideshow, (sideshow),
peepshow, (peepshow), stereo hero,
becalm, bestill, bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real...
The thief of Bagdad hides in Islington now,
praying deportation for his sacred cow.
A legacy of romance from a twilight world,
the dowry of a relative mystery girl.
A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union,
a mistress of release from a magazine's thighs.
This magdalene contracts more than favours,
the feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat.
A son of the swastika of 45,' parading a peroxide standard.
Graffitti disciples conjure testaments of hatred.
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges.
This is Brixton chess,
A knight for embankments - folds his newspaper castle,
a creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin,
He'll fade with old soldiers - in the grease stained roll call,
linger with the heartburn of good friday's last supper.
Son watches father scan obituary columns,
in search of absent school friends.
While his generation digests high-fiber ignorance,
cowering behind curtains and the taped up, painted windows.
Decriminalized genocide, provided door to door Belsens.
Pandora's box of holocausts,
gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens,
Waiting, wait..waiting the season of the button,
the penultimate migration,
Radioactive perfumes for the fashionably,
for the terminally insane ... insane
Do do do do do do you realize,
Do do do do do do you realize,
Do do do do do do you realize,
This world is totally fugazi!
Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries,
where are the poets, to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary.

post-hardcore un en büyük isimlerinden, ian mackaye in bulunduğu efsane grup.

punk'ın en sert hali.