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The Acracy Discourse


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The have-nots will have less The wealthy will have more Another species dead More people enslaved Wrap our mother Earth In concrete veil Shatter all life Let everything become grey Evolution Until total extinction The end is near It’s so near The end is near The end is now!
No more paper obituaries No more roadside monuments What where you thinking When you sat behind the wheel? When did your driving licence Became licence to kill? Dead drunk drivers
You thought life had a meaning After a warm kiss You thought you filled the void With never ending bliss But you never thought Love could hurt so much You're not the only one With a broken heart No love Just hate There was never love before There will be no love no more There was only lust before And you thought «no means no» Date raped
Do the push-ups Lift some weights Go to gym Learn a few chords Get a tattoo And fuck politics It’s no life on the street It’s no life at all Harder core You’re a joke
When you say God is dead You raise your voice against the oppression When you say God is dead You know there should be none above you But when the time comes You stand in line like a sheep God is dead God is not the only enemy State is god’s true companion Every time you turn on the radio Every time you turn on TV Every time you look around you Their eyes are looking Their ears are listening
Who gives a fuck About few acres of woods When our lazy asses Need more and more roads Our sea will be dead When tanker ships sail But it will get our government Shitloads of cash Nature on sale
You wear the grim You tell the lies You never sweat When you look at my eyes How can you sleep calm at night? Knowing that your thumb decides Who lives and who dies What is the driving force What does the difference That turns idealistic youth To greedy dictators The child of ’68. Child killer today Terrorizing world In pact with USA
Pressure, pressure I can’t stand it no more Pressure, pressure How low can I go? No more! It just won’t go! No more! It just won’t go away! Stop it, stop it! I can't help myself Stop it, stop it! There’s no end in sight But I’ll keep trying To make things right And I’ll keep trying I will never give it up
You try to force-feed me You won't succeed I can see clearly Behind the closed doors I will not support you And your death machine All the atrocities That your business does «For better tomorrow our products are made!» Boycott! For a better world!
We are the ones who will burn it to the ground And never let it from ashes to ascend Nothing is sacred No one is divine Let's paint it all black And burn it to the ground The art is dead! Give me something to dance to!
We are like slaves In kingdom of the dead They rule us all And keep us in chains It’s what we deserve Because we are dumb Stupidity always Breeds misery Hate the rulers Fight the kings
You say you know my needs You say you'll make it right You say you give your word But your words are lacking truth Compete, compete for better chair The only thing they care We think they are our helping hand For them we're just a mob It's not ruling of majority It is tyranny of minority When you vote in democracy You vote for death
Guiltless vultures Feed on your strength Fulfil your destiny With this mindrape Grip your teeth together And hold your tongue inside Pray on your knees For the success Pray on your knees There is no way No, no, no There's no other way Kneel, bleed Don't look up Face the facts This is your life Good work Carry on
I don't know And I don't care What you say Or what you think Your twisted morals And frustrations Are no excuse To control my life You'd be better as roadkill Than your daughters father I will not live Your expectations
What you reap is what you saw What you see is what you get Loosing control is gaining control Fly away Find a way Find a way Don't give it away
I've attended high school Read Camus and Orwell And if you ask me That makes me pretty smart I'm only kidding It is only a joke But issue is here That those two men had right We're all trapped In this space and time We didn't existed before And we won't when we die So we ask ourselves Why are we here But we don't know the answer For reason to be I only know that all the things we do People we love, things we feel Things we fight for, will become the words Or maybe memories, when we cease to be
I know that slogan "all different all equal" Is made mainly on racial base Because Mr. big mouth politician We're not equal and I want you fuckin' dead
Bastards of greed Lords of lies Selling salvation To those weak in mind Or no mind at all Die, die Burn in hell Die, die In hell you created
We live in world of choices Where we can chose between Soda drinks made of plastic And gum sponge instead of a bread Mutant soy beans for soy milk Paprika with genes of a fish Fresh fruits from a basement For nutritious and healthy meal Attack of the giant tomatoes Shapeless creatures for pets Science in service of profit If we don't become monsters Our kids certainly will
You die! Throat cancer and black lungs The last thing you will have Before the moment you die So don't worry about bad breath Poison yourself And people around Be stupid enough To pay for your death Try to lick my asshole You'll probably feel the same As you put that corporate trash In your already sewn mouth
They just need another war To show who is the master Don't listen to his masters voice Bite the hand that starves you Hopeless No more Helpless No more Now is the right time To stop being hopeless Now is the right time To stop being helpless Let's put an end on tyranny And crush the titans
Nameless, helpless Innocent victims Of one sided war With no chance for defence Nor for a food Nor for the clothes Nor for the fun There's no excuse Nothing that you do To try to justify Will not wash away The blood from your hands
Look at us today I can see the end You and me together Caught up in a mould Laughing at the jokes That are not fun at all
Hey you kid with girlie haircut With studded belt and leather shoes You've got really nice tattoo That says "vegan power" Yeah, my ass! Oh, I can't eat that stuff It has nasty E471 And I've got really nice tattoo That says "vegan power" Yeah, my ass! Fuck the punk kids on a catwalk
My eyes can see My ears can hear My heart can feel Things you never will My world, your world Two different worlds J.v.j.j.m.
Brainwashed from the first day You've became a tool They've created a machine Working by their rules Nationality is a lie Right wing scum fuck off and die You think you fight for justice Don't be so fucking blind I will never understand What makes you so proud
Written by Razlog Za
Are you vegan? Straight edge? Punk? Anarchist? Feminist? Do you think I really care? Do you think I care at all? And I suck just like you.
Raised to consume, to buy and posses Ladders of success, what a miserable decay Media dictates what you eat and wear You can't escape, it's everywhere Skid row for tree And tie for a rope With blood in our eyes We search for revenge One day I'll enter the mall With mask on my face And gun in my hand Shoot all of you fucking parasites Mass consuming isn't fun for you now? Crush down advertising banners Bonfire of your catalogues How that new modern shirt fits With bullet hole through your chest?
They are killing us slowly Some of us are not even aware That's why we made a hitlist To show we are the ones who care Kill the hunter Kill the rich Kill the butcher Kill the priest Kill the diller Kill the rockstar Kill the teacher Kill the cop When we kill the fascist scum We're not even close to be done
Can you tell me why you always Talk about respect and unity But every time you come to gig You always beat somebody up Fuck you! I don't want you here To destroy the good time I have with my friends Your place is not here Fuck you! Feel free to leave This scene forever We don't want you here Why is all you have to give Only hate and intolerance Can't you see you're fucking wrong In my life you don't belong
It's ok to play fast Playing fast is what we want When song is too long We get pretty bored We know what hardcore is Hard core is state of mind And we like it old school way Played short, fast and loud
In line they stand Despair in their eyes War machine Creeps down their spine All of creation Stand test of time When two gods collide With their names they die Who's the master? God named Profit Nice day to die Blood covers the ground In body bags it's fun to be It's dark and quiet, and not so spacious Back at home they'll be honoured as heroes For god and country nothing but zeroes
I don't know what's all about fuss Inhale/exhale, you think you'll fly? Rave about some stinky weed Neglecting plants that feed the world Down with the dullness Praise the cauliflower Smoke won't fill up your stomach It will make you empty So stop raving about some stinky weed And give praise to the cauliflower
So safe behind our shells Confined in our true mission Revolved, react, resist We're left to believe Pebbles of sand in desert of mankind One in a billion To scream for deaf to hear As we separate from each other We believe we stand for something But we are just copying outside In our so called perfect world But nothing's gonna change Cause we're full of shit Soon we'll be old enough And turn new page of life
There are times when word are not enough This is the song for the lovers when they run out of words
Why the fuck you don't stop preaching About fighting the system and government And how we shouldn't be conformists When you are the first one to be Smoking and drinking, paying the tax Screaming about anarchy while supporting the fucking state Your mohawk and your crusty look Just another uniform you can't escape I'm sure you'll be the first one To judge me and say I'm fake But I have His Hero Is Gone shirt Few patches, and you'll see what a punk do I make The other day I saw your band playing And after the show you smoked a lot of pot Well if that's the way to say fuck the world Then, way to go! But don't count me in
You don't need a quality to gain equality Don't turn your head away or you'll be led astray (Lyrics by Senata Fox, music by La Kurtizana)
Written by Dead Kennedys


released December 4, 2006

SENATA FOX is all about fast, thrashy hardcore punk. These four individuals made sure to show y'all that in this era of modern hardcore (spiced up with black outfits, tight t-shirts and make up) there still exists unpretentious, down to earth and most of all genuine hardcore punk. There are three words to describe SENATA's music: "FAST! SCREAMING! POSITIVE!". If you want more details though, I can definitely say that unlike most of the bands in their genre, SENATA FOX pull off some amazing guitar riffs as well as some interesting breakdowns and song structures in general.

It was year 1999 when these boys (later to become monsters) started this band. Original intention was to rip off as many past and contemporary hardcore punk bands from all around the globe and add a bit of personal touch, all that with purpose of expressing anger and frustrations caused by the modern life. Since then, after a few line-up changes, European tour, a few releases and numerous shows these "beardos" are still alive and attacking with their most effective weapon which is outstanding ludicrous live performance, performing songs about life,nature, politics, relationships, human and animal rights all wrapped up in a package with a tag on it saying "true hardcore punk". The band strongly believes in DIY as well as vegan/vegetarian lifestyle and it's members are no strangers to the HC/Punk/Indie scene/community which they've been a part of for ages through various bands (Panacecja, Amok, Drotweiller, Lunar, Nikad, Razlog Za, 5 Minutes To Steve...) as well as activities (zines, labels, booking)

Finally, the time has come, and SENATA FOX's first discography CD is ready to hit your player... Besides 10 new and 2 unreleased songs, the discography includes live video footage, the split tape with Serbian grindcore band No Abuse, split 7" with another Serbian band called Unison as well as the split LP with Croatia's finest anarcho crust punks AK-47. We can easily say, without putting SENATA FOX on a pedestal, that this CD reaches the highest peak in their genre and it's truly amazing to see that Mr. Moonlee got his hands on this discography titled The Acracy Discourse and will exclusively release it through his Moonlee Records. This time Mr. Moonlee is treating you with 41 songs plus 9 songs (live video footage)!

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Vedran – drums
Davor K – guitar
Ivan – vocals
Tvrtko – bass
Davor B – guitar

Žec played bass through tracks 12-41, Marija did guest vocals on track 41.

Tracks 1-10. "The Acracy Discourse"
Track 11. also released on "No One Dies Alone" CD compilation (Brand New Place, 2005.)
Tracks 12-21. also released as Senata Fox / AK47 split 12" (dhp47-A/I/D, Fuck Yoga, Humanita Nova, LiberTea and Twisted Justice, 2005.).
Tracks 22-27. also released as Senata Fox / Unison split 7" (Good Samaritan, 2003.)
Tracks 28-39. also released as Senata Fox / No Abuse split tape (Good Samaritan / LibberTea, 2002).
Tracks 40-41. unreleased tracks from studio sessions 20/2001.

All songs by Senata Fox except "Sutra" by Razlog Za and "Nazi Punks Fuckkk Of!" by Dead Kennedys. We wrote the lyrics for "La Kurtizana" but stole the music from La Kurtizana (R.I.P.)

Tracks 1-11 recorded at our rehersal room. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Iko @ Kut Sobe, Zagreb, 2005.
Tracks 12-27 recorded, mixed and mastered by Mijo and Senata Fox @ studio Kozmo, Zagreb, 2003.
Tracks 28-41 recorded, mixed and mastered during October 2001. @ studio Kozmo b Nixa, Bojan, Mijo and Senata Fox.

Cover and booklet layout by Ray Lee O. and Senata Fox.
Cover art by Jasmina.
Remastered @ studio Kozmo by Mijo.



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