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100​,​000 Watts Of Pure Power (At Least That's What We Tell All The Girls)

by Ripcordz

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1.
911 02:40
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Monday tortured by a glimpse Tuesday see you all the time Wednesday is full of hints Thursday and I’ve lost my mind Weekend warriors await my call Can’t shift from neutral, can’t do nothing at all CHORUS I feel like dialing 9-1-1 I can’t remember where the number’s gone My head is swimming, my knees are weak I’m all clichés 'coz it’s so hard to speak September passes unaware The Fall begins, it never stops Finals fly, it’s truth or dare Might as well call the cops Paralyzed, my brain on hold Hope I sigh before I get old Speaking clearly, hoping much Pleased to meet me, double Dutch Deadly pretty, keep in touch Sense I’m making in the clutch Another year or two Mind emerging from the murk Found again but lost to you Thirty hours late for work The life I live for you for once Call it emergency response
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Chaos Girl 03:00
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Hide in the corner don’t move don’t dare Choking on the air A family of hatred coming up the stairs He knows she’s there The doorknob turns, her life revolves Wait for the pain A flash of black it all resolves Chaos girl saves the day CHORUS Chaos girl will save the world She’s fierce, she’s pierced, she’s totally awesome Chaos girl will shake your world She’s tough, she’s buff, she comes... To make them pay Crushed against the barrier facing down the cops Thousands at your back Guns are lifted time slows, time stops Then they attack It’s people versus corporate cash Heroes come to play Sirens blare and headlights flash Chaos girl saves the day CHORUS She’s faster than their loco motives, she won’t swallow lies She won’t leap to their conclusions, they walk while she flies She’s a bird, she ain’t plain, here she comes again Truth and justice are her friends, we know how this ends
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Here's To The Punks 02:10
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Ghosts Of Griffintown 01:54
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Sun so sharp it cuts the air, digs shadows in the ground A sky so blue it sucks life bare, the grays will then surround The mists they gather silently, watch as they world passes Voices whisper stridently of generations past CHORUS The working class built everything the suits are tearing down Can’t you hear the screaming of the Ghosts of Griffintown Factories and furnaces now skeletal remains Echoes of the blood, the hope, the dreamers and their pain The sentinels of history line Lachine Canal Their hearts torn out to make way for mod condo banal I hear the dreams, I hear the screams I hear them calling me I feel the shame, I feel their pain I hear them calling me The rails that cut the earth still wait for trains that never come Share the town’s, the workers’ fate, their purpose long since done A legacy that’s left so gaunt, a history in denial The Ghosts are left to haunt the few that still remain behind
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Alphapunk 02:34
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A is for Anarchy, B is for Beer C is the Chaos that’s always so near D is Distortion, E Energy F is for Friendship and that’s you and me G is for Grrls, H is Hardcore I is Intensity, never a bore J Jagermeister, K more Kaos L is for Latex, buffed to a gloss CHORUS AlphaPunk — is it to be or not to ABC AlphaPunk — like Sherlock says, it’s elementary AlphaPunk — once upon a rhyme and we’ve set the scene The choices that you make today will set the path for who you will be M is for Mohawk, N is New School O Oi and Old School, they're so much more cool P is for Punk Pit, Q is Quebec R is for Ripcordz, we’ll five ’em all Heck Caught in kindergarten quandary Hanging out on Elmo’s street It’s a snap, just read your laundry The choices that you make today will tell us who you’re going to be S is for Squeegee, T Troubled Teen U is for Upstart, never Unclean V is for Vinyl, W Wow X is for Xander, he’s our hope now Y is for You coz You Are The Scene Z is for Zippy the Pinhead supreme
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Emotional 02:13
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Our parents suck, school’s out of luck and no one understands It’s a catastrophe Suburban kids, expensive vids, fresh philosophes in bands It’s plain for all to see It’s not the beer, it’s just that we’re — emotional Rebellion is cool but you won’t find it on TV A remote possibility Respect and understanding don’t find anyone for free Show some ability If pop bands lead your fight the choice is weird but it is yours Tra-la-la-anarchy But they ain't Punk and don’t you ever call that junk Hardcore Dishonour History
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Punk Nation 03:20
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Form Courtenay to Halifax we travel this great land In protests outside parliament to parties in east Van No matter the play, the Punks win the day One nation united we stand CHORUS It’s a Punk rock nation It’s a Punk rock life The kids in Humboldt rule the plains in baggies and ball caps In Brandon it’s all pickup trucks and rehab relapse Raise the Champagne cause the one thing’s the same A moment, a future, a past From downtown Prince George pizza joints to Long Sault hockey rinks A loading dock in Fredericton, the cobalt on the brink Whatever the site, it’s Punk for the night We party we drink and we sing The kids are the reason, the kids are the way There’s more every season, there’s more every day It’s Ab Irato, Knucklehead, AWT From city sounds to tiny towns there’s always the scene Apart but the same, a constant refrain A nation state of mind’s all we need Don’t need their law and borders, got a fill of all the orders The rules are waived, the place is yours and mine tonight On common ground we own this town, they never bought us We decide how we live and die tonight
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Guantanamo Bay 02:42
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We love the world and we’re going to show it Even if the going gets tough Don’t care if you’re too dumb to know it Salvation can get rough Don’t you see that we lead our own morality play A little blood is simply the admission you pay Now here’s the latest and you’d better use it An offer that you can’t refuse CHORUS A freedom fest, a fine vacation Call it arrest and relaxation A fabulous stay care of the U.S. of A. All expenses paid at Guantanamo Bay Got all the time you need for deep reflection Just let it mirror our needs Your own trainer helps introspection You better fall on your knees We’re your new family, you’re never alone If you get lucky we might follow you home Sun, sand and isolation It’s our brave new way Conventional Geneva stuff is for the bad guys So why’re you talking to me? You really wouldn’t want to get us mad guys I’m sure that God would agree Think that you came up short? That Gitmo’s our last resort? Could’ve booked your stay at our spa in Abu Ghraib
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Rip-Off 03:07
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A dark and stormy night Shadows shudder in the light Electric charges flare Smoke it boils in the air Spontaneous reaction according to plan An idle American kick at the can Badness gains ’til madness reigns They’ll eat your brains ’til none remains CHORUS Quite an example to set for the kids Copy the poppy and churn out the vids It’s alive, no it’s all jive, no it’s all lies It’s a Rip-Off Meanwhile back at the lab Inject a little fab Mix in some M.O.R. Create your own Frankenstar A monster in the making, a monster in deed The curtain goes up and it starts to feed Teeth they gleam in magazines Behind the scenes, it’s all screams Darkness seduces the land Judgement day a hand The air is thick with dread It’s The Dawn of the Singing Dead They take the stage, no life no spark Proverbial masses an easy mark Demon seed of network greed They have their needs and we all bleed
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Welcome To Lucky's 03:26
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I lift my head up and I try to focus A stream of bile drips from my lips The barkeep smiles he makes me nervous My head’s as empty as my wallet is It’s so damn hot in here, juke is playing Tears for Fears I’d sell my soul for a beer I get that smile again CHORUS Welcome to lucky’s, where it’s always crowded Welcome to Lucky’s, there’s no whining allowed Welcome to Lucky’s, where the minds are clouded Drown yourself in booze, man you’re born to lose Won’t ever, can’t ever, must get away A beer appears, I drink I feel like dying “Point five per cent is all we’ve got tonight” Girls all wearing cotton and I feel like crying Hope the juke can finally make it all all right It’s full of 80”s hits, pull the plug it just won’t quit A conga line then forms in the pit All their smiles so wide I just can’t win, now it’s a toothy grin Sweat tumbles down, i pray that someone hears me, turns the heating down Spot the waitress my heart it starts a-pounding Fishnets, leather mini, anorexic thin Tap her on the shoulder she turns around and To my horror she’s ugly as sin “Kiss me” she spits through broken teeth, her breath so bad that I can’t breathe Hold me tight I know I’ll never leave Lucky now he starts to laugh
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Sailing 02:50
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CHORUS Sailing, sailing We make our own rules as we ply the seven seas Sailing, sailing The world’s on its knees Now sit right back me-hearties coz I’ve got a tale to tell Of hearts and souls we sacrificed to Consumer Hell Slaving in our factories, 10 years old or 12 Dead men walking never tell A friggin’ in the rigging and you know who you can thank Try with those objections and we’ll make you walk the plank Hide the Jolly Roger with a happy face All the treasure buried, without a trace Got the scurvy rats a-workin’ and we pay ’em as we please The wenches at a discount, the government agrees A hook is our best weapon, parrots our friends We’ll never make amends
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The Campbell River Crunch 02:02
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We’ve come to slam, we’ve got the plan The pits out in the island get an extra special punch Arms linked one and all, faced across the hall Poised to party, ready for the Campbell River Crunch CHORUS It’s crunch time Crunch time Crunch time Coz that’s what friends are for The band it strikes a chord, the lines they start forward Two Punk armies rushing to inevitable doom They meet of course, explosive force The bodies of the victims are left strewn across the room Pull your friends up off the floor. they’re bloodied but not bowed The pit revolves, evolves, awaits the bodies of the few, the bruised, the proud Lines form once more, empty the floor Crunch time countdown starts again, no loitering allowed
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Blood On The Floor 02:32
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A bloody pall hanging in the sky The sun beaten back by a blistering eye BC welcomes us through cracking lips “Welcome to our Apocalypse” Descending into Vernon, the smoke it taints the air Warning calls are sounding, but the Punks are everywhere CHORUS Blood on the wall, blood on the floor Blood in the hall, he’s coming for more Bloody and proud, bloody and loud Bloodied not bowed, he’s ready for war tonight The pit it stretches wall to wall Baptized by fire at the Japanese Hall Rules get bent and bones get broke Grab the problem by the throat Elbows in the pit always get everybody pissed Meet a little justice — an Atomic-powered fist It’s never just another night It’s never just another fight The Okanagan known just for a lake We know it’s kids that make it great
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Ontario 02:48
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They say that in the Hammer, the air is very fine Just don’t take no deep breaths or you’ll leave your lungs behind CHORUS Oh I don’t want no more of your old life Gee ma, don’t wanna go Back to Ontario Gee ma, I wanna go home They say the nation’s capital can get kindof dull But that’s okay coz all the kids can just go straight to Hull Hey. Ho. Hey-ho, won’t go They say that in fair Timmins the girls are mighty fine Shania moved to Europe and left us all behind Won’t go where money ebbs and flows Won’t go where all the hot air blows Won’t go on those eternal roads Won’t go to Ontario The say Sault Ste Marie is a pleasant place to be So why do all the kids call it Sault Ste Misery

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released January 1, 2006

PAUL GOTT • vocals, guitars
ALEX • bass
FRANÇOIS DEMERS • drums

All songs by Paul Gott (SOCAN)

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Ripcordz Montreal, Québec

Formed in 1980 and been playing ever since. Proud Punks from Montreal. We've played more than 2,500 shows and put out 18 albums. But we're not living in the past. Our new stuff is our best stuff.

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