The Gray Race
Produit par Ric Ocasek et Bad ReligionDistribué par Atlantic en 1996
Composition : Greg Graffin (chant), Greg Hetson et Brian Baker (guitares), Jay Bentley (basse) et Bobby Schayer (batterie).
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Gray Race (Baker, Graffin), 2:06 2. Them And Us (Graffin), 2:50 3. A Walk (Graffin), 2:14 4. Parallel (Graffin), 3:19 5. Punk Rock Song (Graffin), 2:27 6. Empty Causes (Graffin), 2:51 7. Nobody Listens (Baker, Graffin), 1:57 8. Pity The Dead (Graffin), 2:56 |
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Spirit Shine (Baker, Graffin),
2:11 10. The Streets of America (Baker, Graffin), 3:48 11. Ten in 2010 (Graffin), 2:22 12. Victory (Graffin), 2:36 13. Drunk Sincerity (Graffin), 2:13 14. Come Join Us (Graffin), 2:03 15. Cease (Graffin), 2:35 |
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the framework of the
world is black and white the infrastructure builders flex their might turning true emotion into digital expression one by one we all fall down the gray race shrivels trapped inside the world it creates it's black and white the perputual destructive motion machine began to chart a course never before seen turning raw compassion into fields of plus and minus one by one we all give in the gray race shrivels trapped inside the world it creates it's black and white I'd swear there were times when I was someone else a person with determination and knowledge of the self but you flattened me to rubble and now I can see that I'm just faded negative of the image I used to be and that's our dilemma |
La Race Grise La structure du monde La race grise se
flétris La machine destructrice
à mouvement perpétuel La race grise se
flétris Je voudrais jurer
qu'à une période j'étais quelqu'un d'autre Et c'est notre dilemme
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despite that he saw
blatant similarity he struggled to find a distinctive moiety all he found was vulgar superficiality but he focused it to sharpness and shared it with the others it signified his anger and misery them and us lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers them and us dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence that there really is a difference between them and us hate is a simple manifestation of the deep-seated self-directed frustration all it does is promote fear and constrenation it's the inability to justify the enemy and it fills us all with trepidation them and us bending the significance to match a whimsied fable them and us tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence a confused loose alliance forming them and us I heard him say we can take them all (but he didn't know who they were, and he didn't know who we were. and there wasn't any reason or motive, or value to his story, just allegory, imitation glory, and a desperate feeble search for a friend) |
Eux et Nous Même s'il a
vu une similitude flagrante Eux et nous La haine est une
simple manifestation Eux et nous Je l'ai entendu dire
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I'm going for a walk
not the after dinner kind I'm gonna use my hands and I'm gonna use my mind and who the hell are you to tell me what to do? you can't even tie your own haggard shoes your closet is a mess, and your backyard's falling down and I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around I'm gonna build a world independant and exempt all alone I'll be an empire with no mortgage and no rent and I don't need to live in your stinking zoo you can't even feed the animals donated to you your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls and you expect me to die here in this shit-filled tiny stall? and I know you're watching everything I do call me threat to your children, call me socially unglued call me master of insanity, unable to relate call me lazy, bane, and filthy call me monstrous reprobate I'm going for a walk and there's nothing you can do 'cuz I don't have to live like you so I'm going for a walk |
Un Tour Je vais faire un
tour Et putain, qui es-tu
pour me dire quoi faire ? Je vais construire
un monde Et je n'ai pas besoin
de vivre dans ton zoo puant Je vais faire un
tour et tu ne peux rien y faire Alors je vais faire un tour
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sleeping on a time bomb,
staring into space there's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in and terrified of the damage it will bring when it begins it will begin splintered dreams of unity (our lives are parallel) so far from reality (our lives are parallel) independent trajectories (our lives are parallel) separate terms of equality (our lives are parallel) our lives are parallel is there no redemption? no common good? is there nothing we can do for ourselves? or only what we should? comes the hard admission of what we don't provide goes the insistence on the ways and means that so divide they so divide side by side suffering loneliness (our lives are parallel) phony collective progress (our lives are parallel) accepting that it's all such a mess (our lives are parallel) gesturing without hope of redress (our lives are parallel) our lives are parallel forging little plays of deception and pain as we watch our foundation crumble away staggering like birds against a hurricane and trying all the while to stay out of each other's way broken dreams of unity (our lives are parallel) independant trajectories (our lives are parallel) screaming out for understanding (our lives are parallel) turning inward and suffering (our lives are parallel) |
Parallèle Dormant sur une bombe
à retardement, regardant fixement dans l'espace Rêves d'unité brisés
en éclats (nos vies sont parallèles) Nos vies sont parallèles N'y a-t-il aucune
rédemption? Aucun intérêt commun ? Côte à côte souffrant
de la solitude (nos vies sont parallèle) Nos vies sont parallèles Inventant des petits
de jeux de tromperie et de douleur Rêves d'unité cassés
(nos vies sont parallèles)
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have you been to the
desert? have you walked with the dead? there's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread and the figures don't lie they speak of human disease but we do what we want and we think what we please have you lived the experience? have you witnessed the plague? people making babies sometimes just to escape in this land of competition the compassion is gone yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on we keep pushing on this is just a punk rock song written for the people who can see something's wrong like ants in a colony we do our share but there's so many other fuckin' insects out there and this is just a punk rock song (like workers in a company we do our share but there's so many other fuckin' robots out there) have you visited the quagmire? have you swam in the shit? the party conventions and the real politik the faces always different, the rhetoric the same but we swallow it all, and we see nothing change nothing has changed... 10 million dollars on a losing campaign 20 million starving and writhing in pain big strong people unwilling to give small in vision and perspective one in five kids below the poverty line one population runnin' out of time |
Une Chanson Punk Rock Avez-vous été dans
le désert ? Avez-vous vécu l'expérience
? C'est juste une
chanson punk rock Avez-vous visité
le bourbier ? 10 millions de dollars
pour une campagne perdue
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everwhere you looked
there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs so many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love everyone shrouded in purple haze then one day they woke up from their dream state they found themselves no more at peace than before older, meek, and conformed empty causes a bluster for the soul, a fix for the mind empty causes cling to everything you find well, the shots rang out like popcorn and the Chief was hit and rushed out of sight the mohawk-chain, leather brigade rejoiced maliciously on that night someone cried out "fuck the government" his mates couldn't define what he meant so no one gave him the time of day and the scene died away empty causes a war for the body, an army in the mind empty causes losing steam as time goes by could it be that everybody selfishly desires their own personal retinue and that causes are just manifestations of too much time and far to little to do empty causes direction for the soul, conviction for the mind empty causes cling to everything you find empty causes you've got yours and I've got mine |
Causes Perdues Partout où
tu regardais il y avait confusion, violence, drame et drogues Causes perdues Les coups de feu
ont retenti comme du pop-corn et le Chef, touché, a couru se cacher Causes perdues Est-il possible que
chacun ne désire égoïstement Causes perdues
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hey mister, don't point
at me you shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model responding to his questions hey teacher, arrogance is bliss you spend your time turning water into life as if you were God's foreman is it any wonder things seem so awry? the masses are cloaked in confusion? we don't have to think to survive so nobody listens hey recluse, dont shout at me you proclaim yourself expert by extensions of the methods detailed in your magazines hey downer, don't prey on me we've all got bum raps that torment us day to day that we hoist on our own shoulders is it any wonder people pass you by? your plea for understanding is heard as desperate lies? nobody listens I can't help you... is it any wonder things are so inane? so many quests for compassion are just for someone's personal gain so nobody listens to you |
Personne N'écoute Hé monsieur, ne me
montrez pas du doigt Est-ce si étonnant Hé reclus, ne me
crie pas dessus Est-ce si étonnant Je ne peux pas t'aider... Est-ce si important
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there's a boy in
crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, |
Plaindre les Morts Il y a un garçon
dans des fringues cramoisis avec une grimace et une cuillère, Pourquoi plaignons-nous
les morts ? Tu as vu la maladie,
la souffrance et la décrépitude, Dis-moi ce que tu
vois, dis-moi ce que tu sais À la fin
tu pourrais te rendre compte qu'aucune subtile lumière ne te guide,
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shed a tear for the
criminal, give him something to believe light a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning closed wounds harbor pestilence, when you lick them from within charity has a redolence chastity cannot rescind spirit shine, it's a sign of a troubled mind (tortured mind) spirit shine all the time can render you blind you can take it all to heart or throw it all away you can call it just a lark or live your life that way you can give until you're dry and sucked of all your gleam you can fake another cry and compromise your dream cling tight to the parable - let it dominate your life create a God who's infallible - give your leader some respite closed wounds harbor pestilence - when you lick them from within rosy smiles lose their radience - when you take it on the chin |
Éclat d'Esprit Verses une larme
pour le criminel, donnes-lui quelque chose en quoi croire L'éclat d'esprit,
c'est le signe Tu peux le prendre
à coeur ou le jeter au loin Accroches-toi bien
à la parabole - laisse la dominer ta vie
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desolate and without
purpose radiating from so many septic sources forming the fabric of a wayward people disappearing as the vestiges of our past scratched like tartan into virgin soil a substrate for progress and disarray a spreading network of broken dreams searching for a thoroughfare to take us away just a little tale from the streets of America (say a little prayer) sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria trenchant, weary native sons step back step back and see the damage done meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon) the streets of America black, tarred concrete, pine for me lying domant for you and country hardened surface cracked within catch the sweat from off the chin of men and women, senior and child who look to you and your sterile miles and in their stares is bald dismay for what you promised led them astray hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins false hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains |
Les Rues d'Amérique Désertes et sans
but Juste un petit conte
sur les rues d'Amérique Noir, goudronnées
de béton, dépérissantes pour moi Des veines crevassées,
décourageantes et sans vie
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parched, cracked mouths,
empty swollen guts sun-baked pavement encroaches on us haves and have-nots together at last brutally engaged in mortal combat 10 in 2010 what kind of God orchestrates such a thing? 10 in 2010 ten billion people all suffering 10 in 2010 truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed 10 in 2010 forget what you want, scrounge the things you need happy and content it can't happen to you 10 in 2010 fifteen years we'll think of a solution 10 in 2010 it won't just appear in one day 10 in 2010 for ten in twenty-ten we're well on our way like piercing ear darts, I heard the news today 10 in 2010 10 billion people...coming your way |
Dix en 2010 Des bouches brûlées
et crevassées, des boyaux vides et gonflés Quel genre de Dieu
orchestre une telle chose ? Heureux et content
ça ne peut pas t'arriver Comme des flèches
perçants une oreille (?), j'ai entendu les nouvelles aujourd'hui
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the velveteen and
oaken soothed the lonely child
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Victoire Le velours et le
bois de chêne calmaient l'enfant solitaire Victoire Parmi la foule à
la parade il y avait un homme décoré Tellement de fois,
tellement de vies Les roturiers ne
se doutant de rien chantonnent chaque jour |
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the smell of virgin
pages wafted through the swinging doors and the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counselors before they said "we all care for you, we know how you suffer, but I know you can succed, I used to have it so much rougher" there's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise and like fools we trust the delivery but it's all just drunk sincerity in maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube the numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view then the generals said "we dont want our boys dead your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon" with steam, heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car and adolescent perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars you heard love from the lips and you were rapt by the hips and the promise was eternal but you couldn't see that far |
Sincérité d'Alcoolique L'odeur des pages
vierges s'infiltrait à travers les portes battantes Il y a de l'espoir
dans les mots et de l'émotion dans les yeux Dans l'équilibre
d'une réunion de famille féminine devant la télé, Avec de la vapeur,
de la chaleur et du rythme à l'arrière d'une voiture
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so you say you gotta
know why the world goes 'round all we want to have
is your small mind |
Viens Nous Rejoindre Alors tu dis que
tu dois savoir pourquoi le monde tourne J'ai entendu dire
que tu cherchais un endroit où t'installer Tout ce que nous
voulons faire c'est changer ton esprit Alors viens nous
rejoindre Ne vois-tu pas les
problèmes de la plupart des gens Tout que nous voulons
c'est ton petit esprit Tu peux passer ta
vie seul et à la dérive Nous avons la rancune
et le dévouement en guise d'ardente tisane
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blacktop pavement cover
me like a chemical reaction or a steam roller spreading randomly there's a distant buzz and a low frequency it tickles my ear, it rumbles under my feet and it shakes the leaves off of every tree, violently what pretension! Everlasting peace everything must cease institution on the Hill like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor to ignite a people's will there's a shadowed stain on the west facade it has spread like decay to enshroud the fraud and the descendants find oh so odd (oh so odd) what pretension! Everlasting peace everything must cease grave memorial hewn white stone like the comforting caress of a mother or a friend you've always known it evokes such pain and significance What was once is reduced to remembrance and the generations pass without recompense what pretension! Everlasting peace everything must cease |
Cesser Le trottoir noir
me recouvre Il y a un bourdonnement
éloigné et une fréquence basse L'institution sur
la Colline Il y a une tache
sombre sur la façade ouest Une tombe commémorative
taillée dans la pierre blanche
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