We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Don't Buy the First Album, Jerk​-​Wad. Get This One!

by Ripcordz

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $10 CAD  or more

     

1.
Not Dead Yet 02:37
Well we’ve played in towns right across this land Drank with the kids, enjoyed the bands Know what Norms can’t understand Cue the fun, forget the bland Through the gate, around the back Not the wrong side -- on the tracks Army boots, dressed all in black Can’t wait ‘til the band attacks Let’s go, I wanna go Down the steps the basement calls Red Fisher House, Disgraceland, all Sweat suffuses air and walls Mom and dad would be appalled Five buck party til you die Drinking happens just outside Listen ‘til your senses fry Now you leave the world behind Let’s go, I wanna go CHORUS You know we’re present tense, we’re not dead yet Worldwise, worldwide, not dead yet Millions, billions, not dead yet Want the address? Ask a Punk All are welcome, not the junk Suits and mohawks, sober, drunk Good times you just slam and dunk Let’s go
2.
Jenny’s been a Punk since she was just a little girl Confident, resilient, is gonna change the world Working class, kicks some ass, she’s always in the fight All her friends beside her coz they know she’s always right CHORUS A new way, a new day Leave it all behind you, black and white will fade to grey A new way, a new day The times they are a-changin’, and soon’s your time to play But not today Jenny’s got our vote she’s gonna take em for a ride Only way to beat the system is from deep inside Got new friends, means to new ends, she blends with the elite Can’t but wonder if this is a win or a defeat Got herself a seat in the House of ill-repute Learn that good intentions may not be absolute Jenny was a Punk since she was just a little girl Now she looks back at us from the top of the world She’s all class and talking fast, she’s always in a fight No one left beside her who can tell her wrong from right
3.
Tear it Down 01:41
Seems the idiot is an American And it’s 1955 again War on minorities, war on the trees Allies, friends and Mexicans CHORUS Let’s tear it down Down to the ground Gotta run that bastard right out of town The world is being built out of your dreams and your choices Better make the final one count Stoking hate, encouraging more ignorance Just how can any of this make any sense? Building walls, watching while an empire falls It’s all about the dollars and Pence A brand new volume in The Art of the Lie Aimed at the old, the bewildered, the white A government run by those who back Nazi scum Time to walk them into the light
4.
Fried, freeze-dried or fricasseed’s a good way to start now Let him grow some fangs and put a stake through his heart - ow! Fentanyl-laced cheese might do it, so would an anvil Buy a cat, a baseball bat, or drop in a landfill CHORUS There’s 50 ways to pop him, and there’s 50 ways to stop him, and theres 50 ways that Mickey Mouse could fry tonight 50 ways to paste him, and there’s 50 ways to waste him, and theres 50 ways that Mickey Mouse could die tonight Sliced, diced or bitten by a deadly rabid Pluto Decapitated, grated or crushed by angry Bluto Acetone will do the trick, a good old-fashioned gunshot Set a trap, neck goes snap, force-feed him some gutrot Bugs could take him, Taz filet him, Scar shake & bake him Wil E drop him off a cliff, exterminate him Malificent just zaps him, Elmer double taps him just in case Boiled, broiled or roasted on a spit by Cruella Knifed in the back by Minnie and her new fella Throttled, bottled, flattened by a falling piano Pest control can do the job or call Hitman-and-Go All right Not so bright Die tonight
5.
Walking in the shadows of abandoned hopes and screams Dilapidated skeletons that stink of St-Henri Tracks cut cross the ground and lead a million miles away Screaming metal sirens that are begging me to play CHORUS A thousand guitars - I can’t stop listening A thousand guitars - blanket the night A thousand guitars - beautiful and blistering Distortion of delight, a contortion of the might And the may be Nothing to gain More blood and pain In joy insane Smoke it twists and dances, imps and devils line the walls Sweat becomes a blanket that descends on one and all Distortion at eleven, eardrums burst and senses fry Lose my brain, my liver and my innocence Traxide
6.
Watch what they say Watch what they do It all changes day to day And now there’s nothing left for you CHORUS It’s just another talking head on just another screen What you’ve seen and what you read is never what they mean No more lies and no more cred, just like its always been No matter how you vote a politician always wins Pay for their sins Time to be heard Time for our turn Time for action not for words Tear it down and watch it burn For their sins The fix is in One vote for change One vote deranged Honesty integrity More than words and now you see
7.
Wake up unexpectedly No hangover, mind is free Mohawk maiden next to me Makes me feel like singing... It’s a Good Day to be Punk A Good Day to be Punk Just spike your jacket, make a racket Good Day to be Punk Got my banner, out the door Hope for peace, prepared for war Friends and comrades, now one more And I feel like shouting... It’s a Good Day to be Punk A Good Day to be Punk Yell it loudly, sing it proudly Good Day to be Punk I wanna live by my own rules You can live by yours Punk provides me all the tools A new world worth enforcing At the bar, my friends all here Full of laughter, full of beer On the stage my maiden dear And she starts her raging... It’s a Good Day to be Punk A Good Day to be Punk Be the bold one, have a cold one Good Day to be Punk
8.
514 01:57
Driving through the slalom of the traffic cones Overpasses stripped to their dust and bones Siri says left but there’s just concrete Try to kill us? We’ll never meet defeat Finally find a spot on Ste-Catherine street Terrasses overflow in the Springtime heat Sipping on a Tremblay, poutine on my plate Spoonman plays the soundtrack for the day CHORUS Day or night Wrong or right Five-one-for tonight Television tuned to the N-H-Hell Habs are happening and doing well A drunken roar, the cup in play The crowd erupts, corrupts a brand new day Dancing on the roof of a coppers car Framed in the flames -- a star Heroes making breaking now we’ve set the bar Setting off all alarms Night turns to day, wrong turns to oh-so-right The five-one-for the win for all tonight
9.
Punks all start to gather ‘round the embers of TV Fixated on the sounds of 1983 Buzzcocks, Germs and GBH are insipirations all Markers of a movement that’s heading for a stall Why can’t you live just for today? Scenes and songs in shadows grow abandoning the past Who’s to say which ones we’ll know and which ones will last New converts are created, new heroes take the stage Echoing hope unabated, anger, joy and rage And they live just for today From Mexico to the Philippines Now we’ve got a worldwide Scene Run a new flag up the pole We’re not dead and we’re not old Death it wakes and bats its lashes, Punk is on its lips Rising from the ashes of the new apocalypse Take inspiration where you find it, leave the rest behind Pretty soon you’ll be reminded of another time If you live just for today
10.
Colombus, cowboys, no one dies A textbook case of genocide disguised Leave us alone See the truth of how they lied The ABCs of mind control defied Leave us alone CHORUS You can’t tell us what to say And you can’t tell us what to do You can’t tell us anything at all Statues tall and oh so white Monuments to prove that might is right Leave us alone Kids controlled, bullied, used A lesson plan that’s government approved Leave us alone A system built and stakes are driven Questions asked, no answers given Knowledge strained through corporate channels Cops and kings, political panels and lies
11.
I log on to a fresh illusion Voices of hate and confusion Makes me want to fight the fear Screens are glowing all around me Blinding power of the mighty Open eyes and fight the fear CHORUS Fight the fear, fight the fear Those voices disappear No division, keep our vision clear Science knocked to its foundations Ignorance a celebration Face the facts and fight the fear No one here to save you And no miracles appear Let your friends surround you Salvation is so near Pundits building walls and fences Fake News leaves us all defenceless Toss it all and fight the fear
12.
13.
We Slam 02:06
It’s Friday night, my week is done No OT, let’s have some fun Got my girl, my friends, my cheer Pre-drink party, bring your beer One Punk pays, five on the list One down, the rest are pissed Once more, head where the fun is Round round, he never quits CHORUS We slam -- Get lost in the the sound We slam -- We hit, we rebound We slam -- And we never hit the ground Confidence, not violence Everything makes so much sense Spirits high but elbows down Dive right in before you drown A Punk goes down, hands pull him high Watch out as surfers ride Not hard, don’t split no atom Find friends and run at ‘em Kids line up across the floor Countdown one two three and four Lines collapse and bodies fly Once again it’s suicide Chaos grows and allies meet No winner, no defeat The pit leaves you exhausted No matter what the cost is One, two, army boots Three, four, wait no more Five, six, in the mix
14.
Stroll slowly under starry skies Raw emotion undisguised See no lies hidden in her eyes Lost but found there’s no disguise tonight Red lights glowing overhead Electric dreams alive and dead One shot, you’re caught So many eyes tonight CHORUS It all came true So what are you gonna do? Now that it’s up to you Recognition strikes you down Juliette has now been found One choice, no voice Heading underground tonight A perfect world is what they sell A fear so deep you’ll never tell Not so healthy, free, nor well We all go to Hell Tracked in your room and down the stairs There’s no such thing as open air One chance, you dance But then you find them everywhere
15.
Evil on the move A little man so much to prove There’s nothing new under the sun A lesson learned under the gun Staring at defeat Know when to fight, when to retreat Don’t believe a word that they may say We live to fight another day CHORUS War and peace, the not-so-secret police Gotta fight the old pros, fight the Bureaus Antiheroes now War on peace, a setback not defeat We are the champs and zeros, cheats and weirdos We’re all heroes now Victory’s not yours Slow and steady win the wars One win, two, three, four and more Finally outfoxed and out the door
16.
The ballet of the boulevard just looks like anarchy Crossing like you own it, and you never wait for green Playing spot-the-tourist at the jazz fest extra points Watch the looks of horror as you spark another joint CHORUS We Are Montreal (x4) Knowing that our Mountain park is more than just a hill The odour from the tam-tam jams it permeates us still Girls get dressed for dancing just to hit the dépanneur Better tip the server or they’ll hit you with a beer Franglais friendly families make sure we are bilingue Even if the government wants them to be banned Keep your apple we have Orange Julep to ourselves Bars open til three o’clock so leave your house at twelve All your friends have just found jobs in subsidized hi-tech As Porn Hub works to dominate the global quest for sex

credits

released March 28, 2020

PAUL GOTT guitars, vocals
ALEX GAUTHIER bass, vocals
GOPAL D drums, vocals

backing vocals by Danny Laflamme, Alex Roy, Gopal, Alex and Paul
all songs by Paul Gott (SOCAN)

recorded by ROBERT MARTINS at Studio Hot Biscuit, Montreal
assisted by IAIN BOOTH
mixed by ROBERT MARTINS
mastered by RENE D LA MUERTE

cover design and graphics PAUL GOTT
front cover photo by MIKE ELLIOTT

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

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.

contact / help

Contact Ripcordz

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Ripcordz, you may also like: