Get all 23 Ripcordz releases available on Bandcamp and save 35%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Fuck Covid (single), Don't Buy the First Album, Jerk-Wad. Get This One!, The Vinyl Countdown, War On Xmas, Made in Montreal, Black, Dead or Alive in 92, 100,000 Watts Of Pure Power (At Least That's What We Tell All The Girls), and 15 more.
1. |
Anarchy
02:55
|
|||
|
Ever get the feeling that you're just a statistic
No one ever listens to a thing that you say
All their democratic talk is kindof sadistic
Making you look forward to a better day
Examine your beliefs
It's time to taste a little bit of Anarchy
CHORUS
Seems that those in charge are still abusing all the power
Taking people hostage, getting paid by the hour
No more rules
No more schools
No more killing innocents
No more nuns
No more guns
And no government
Communism fell 'coz they all got too power-hungry
Capitalists don't wanna know
All their economic forecasts are so ignorantly sunny
While a generation loses its soul
Examine their beliefs
It's time to try a little bit of Anarchy
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
Guys with acne, guys with scars
Guys with tattoos that say "hi" to Ma
Girls in fast cars, with pointy bras
Kinda look like they all come from Mars
And they're all going down to sacrifice themselves to Elvira
Dim the lights, unhook the phone
Pitch-black makeup, silicone
Reality or fantasy, will knock you down onto your knees
And you find yourself bound tightly on the stone-cold altar to Elvira
Of course it's true, it's on TV
Lose your video virginity
To the symbol of the century, The Mistress of the Dark
Latex-clad Black Label ads start looking like your mom and dad
Organ music fills your mind, UV rads will make you blind
And now you're lost forever in the idle worship of Elvira
|
||||
3. |
Silicone Teens
03:05
|
|||
|
Mom and ad are cruisin' in their Beamer tonight
They got bulletproof glass and a clean line of sight
Gonna rid the whole damn place of drug-dealing scum
They're the will of the people with a registered gun
Silicone Teens Rule
Living life the west coast All-American way
Got my parents' plastic and I'm feeling okay
Docs are polished, t-shirt torn, I'm ready to go
Gonna check out MRR and find a really cool show
When California sinks into the sea
Ain't gonna mean all that much to me
Don't got no real job and I'm still living at home
I'm a registered free thinker just don't leave me alone
Lifting weights, I'm looking good just like dear old dad
One day I'm gonna join him side-by-side in his lab
I'm an Anarchist with attitude, do all the right things
As long as it don't mean that I can't live like a king
Mom's implants aren't leaking, no they're looking real cool
Gonna talk my girlfriend into getting some too
|
||||
4. |
Saturday Night
03:28
|
|||
5. |
||||
|
Hairspray flies, video lies
Keeps them turning round and round
High-heeled shoes and bathing suits
Never a blemish to be found
All enthralled by this cattle call
We worship at the screen, but what does it mean?
CHORUS
No justice in this world, no justice for that girl
In the swine of the universe, she was the pearl
No way she could be faking it
Miss Belgium should've taken it
Been Queen of the World
The rest were bland, dismiss them out of hand
With mama backstage to make it all alright
Plastic boobs, hair cut in '52
Smiling so wide, they gave me a fright
And what's the stuff with all those questions
They ain't got no suggestions on how to save the world
If you're embarrassed by the process
Don't be shy, just ban the contest
From the whole damn world
But all's not lost, our paths might cross
When she stars in Def Leppard's next video
Or becomes the Queen of the TV screen
Raking in the dough on a tacky game show
|
||||
6. |
Fight McFight
02:30
|
|||
|
Bessie was contented like a pig in a poke
Never moved an inch roped to a yoke
Munching grass professionally's kindof a bore
But it was all she knew, didn't want no more
Then one day she turned around
Looked into the eyes of that mad Scottish clown
One day, she turned around, he was there
The smell of terror permeates the air
Cuisinarted cow stench everywhere
Her friends march slowly to oblivion
Bessie breaks ranks, bolts for freedom
Then she stops, she turns around
Coz it's time to face that madman down
She stops, she turns around, and he's there
CHORUS
You've gotta Fight, McFight
Or Ronnie's gonna get you in your sleep tonight
Gotta Fight, McFight
He's got an impish grin and a carving knife
Gotta Fight, McFight
His eyes glow dimly in the dying light
Gotta Fight, McFight
Or you McDie
Nothing in this world is ever set
Until you surrender your final player
The final flavour's a wild card bet
Corporate clowning has got to stop
And everyone has their part to play, a word to say
To save the day, to pave the way, to enter the fray
For a brand new crop
Bessie's fury leaves old Ronnie biting the dust
But it's just one win, the war's a bust
Happy endings don't just happen in fairy tales
It takes some work and don't you fail
You gotta stop, turn around
Coz you never know what's in your town
Gotta stop, turn around, and he's there
|
||||
7. |
Unite and Destroy
04:43
|
|||
|
You gotta believe in a united scene if they're gonna believe in you
Gotta open your minds, open your arms, coz you're not just a chosen few
Stop picking on the people who are on your side
Little differences will make you strong
If you wanna turn this place into a private club
I'm telling you you're just plain wrong
CHORUS
United and Destroy
Change the girls and boys
United and Destroy
If you want to change the noise
Unite and Destroy
Everywhere you go the people talk about a scene and the need that we have to unite
There seems to be a lot of egos in the fray, people who just wanna fight
A movement in retreat
Division means defeat
But it don't have to be
There's power in numbers
It's so easy to see
|
||||
8. |
New World Order
03:36
|
|||
|
George is on the golf course, Dan has disappeared
The Senate just confirmed all of our worst fears
Ronnie's ghost still haunts us, James has gone out east
He's gonna work on something we like to call world peace
George is on his speedboat, Dan has disappeared
And this is where the story gets a little weird
It seems that SDI, MX and CIA
Are gonna have to grow to keep the whole world safe
Millions starve in the streets
Rights movements in retreat
I'm not sure what's in the night
But it ain't no thousand points of light
Government run by the NRA
The statistics'll just blow you away
Hard work it just don't pay
So more kids turn to drugs every day
CHORUS
Are you ready for the new world order?
Are you ready to defend the borders?
Are you ready for the New World Order?
This is the nation that would rule the globe
Make all the rules, smother all hope
It ain't no triumph for democracy
As the whole world collapses around your feet
Well-honed speeches of equality
Drowned by screaming death and poverty
Military intervention saved the oil
For choking on American soil
|
||||
9. |
I Don't Get It
03:06
|
|||
|
Can someone please explain to me what government's supposed to be
It seems to serve no one but itself
It served us to the States for free, then slapped on the GST
So now the feds have gathered all our wealth
NDP, Whigs and PC -- spot the difference for me
Raise our taxes, raise their pay, you voted for them anyway
And now you're stick 'til 1994
You fight back with a little lip, a few guerilla shopping trips
And wait to see what they have got in store
Mindless sheep, lulled to sleep by another dumb committee
CHORUS
I just don't get why everything they say don't matter anyway
I just don't get why everything I do, still seem to lose
Can someone please explain to me why cops shoot people in the street
They're supposed to serve and to protect
I guess it's okay if you're white, don't have to worry if you're right
What happened to law and to respect
QPP, RCMP, spot the difference for me
|
||||
10. |
Bikini Beach
02:52
|
|||
|
Moving people like grains of sand
An impish grin and the back of his hand
Smiling dumbly across the land
Designer jeans, a California tan
He doesn't know what he thinks he knows
Looking smug in the emperor's clothes
So kind, no mind
He's replacing a peanut, got the mind of a doughnut
CHORUS
Going down to a place I know
Where the guys and the chicks who are hip all go
You can stop your worries, turn your mind down low
Just reach for a peach on Bikini Beach
Generation's going down the tubes
All freaked out on MTV and some 'ludes
Looking good, they follow all of the rules
Made to measure, they're designer fools
They think they're cool in their daddy's car
Come on children and vote for a star
He's kind, no mind
Get that makeup right now
Embalming fluid at night now
The price of national pride is high
And now there's nowhere left to hide
Looking down the American coast
Land of the free and those Classical Cokes
Bikini cover-ups fool ordinary folks
They're just a series of political jokes
Lock up your troubles on a private beach
Smart decisions just out of reach
For you, and me
He's got you in the reserve now
Get just what you deserve and how
|
||||
11. |
History
03:34
|
|||
|
You try to mould me, try to shape my mind
Hold me, scold me, you're robbing me blind
You never hear me or the things I say
You know you're right, who am I anyway?
You try to teach me to fit your ideal
Reach me, preach me, when I know you're not real
You're never gonna break me coz I've seem what you've done
Never gonna break me coz I've seem how you've won
And you're never gonna know me coz I know your type too well
CHORUS
History - has got a tale to tell
History - you better learn it well
Freedom for the people who will follow the lines
Equality for those who've got money and time
And you know that money is the key in the land of opportunity
The U.S. brought us Viet Nam
Then there was Russia and Afghanistan
Reaganomics failed to perform
So the U.S, returned with Desert Storm
"No new taxes" cry the rich
And for the poor, well life's a bitch
You're never gonna get me with your well-practiced lies
Never gonna get me coz I still hear the cries
And you're never gonna know me coz I know your type too well
Whatever happened to Canada?
They sold us out without a whimper
It's just another Grenada
Without the Marines -- they don't like our winters
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
George has Brian on his knees
It's a Stephen King-style fantasy
The story of a nation in retreat
Gotta get up and lend a hand
What have you done recently?
It's your home and native land
Not so strong and not so free
|
||||
12. |
Hated the 80's
03:15
|
|||
|
The Me Generation grew into its 30's
Worshipped Donald Trump and his finance phonies
The television spoke and people lost the power to see
The Republicans spoke and women lost the right to be free
The U.S. courts got stacked with Reagan's old cronies
Rock and roll got shoved aside by video phonies
Yuppies gloried in victories long past
The have-nots, they don't even know what questions to ask
While George Bush created a system based on class
CHORUS
Hated the 80's...
Ain't like the 90's
Tax revolts fuelled by the greedy upper classes
Looking at the world through their green-coloured glasses
Institutions closed and threw millions into the streets
The schools were cut and they lost the power to teach
While patriots screamed about God and the Japanese
|
||||
13. |
Tearin' U Apart
01:55
|
|||
|
You used to be such a simple soul
You played it cool, you had no role
Now they're tearing you apart
You think it's a new start, for you
You keep telling me about honesty
You don't even know what that word means
I'm gonna give a little love
You're gonna give a little love tonight
CHORUS
On the streets alone
On the streets alone -- with you
Now you do just whatever they say
Just like some crummy movie matinée
Now there's nothing I can see
Nothing left for you and me, no more
|
||||
14. |
House Of The Rising Sun
03:52
|
|||
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.
If you like Ripcordz, you may also like:
Bridging Electricity
by Lost Legion
Hard-charging street punk with searing riffs and anthemic, shout-along choruses from Chicago's Lost Legion.
go to album
On their ferocious self-titled debut, the Australian punks pit d-beat percussion against gnarled, metallic melodies.
go to album
Escape From New York
by Cash Bribe
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut.
go to album
FSR69 - Psychic Dance Routine
by Scowl
Rowdy hardcore rhythms co-mingle with catchy alt-rock hooks on the California punks' immensely satisfying 5-track EP.
go to album
The L.A. powerviolence band explore the connective tissue between Black music’s past and present.
go to album
Chicago hardcore outfit Buggin make their Flatspot Records debut with a two-track EP, featuring a cover of Beastie Boys' "Gratitude."
go to album
FSR54 - Most Dangerous Game
by Kharma
More punishing hardcore from one of Chicago's strongest groups, stuffed full of maniacal vocals and hair-raising riffs for maximum impact.
go to album
