Crass - Buy Now, Pay As You Go (1982) скачать видео бесплатно
1990's CD Reissue
LYRICS:
I think I'll have a gamble on the jackpot. She's going for the jackpot to try and win our jackpot prize of the motor car and there it is, a two-door family saloon 950cc in a yellow. Freshness and value under one roof. And a reassurance of an effective deodorant. There's no better safeguard against decay. So give your kids a treat. For home entertainment there's a 12inch black and white portable TV set for family control. Full of eastern promise. Finger Lickin chicken. That's the idea.
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Buy now, pay as you go,
Buy now, say hello.
You can put a mortgage on your life
To enter Shoppers' Paradise.
A trade-in for your dignity.
A lovely colour console TV.
To watch and cherish as the days slip by,
And dream of the things that money can buy.
Brushed chrome shit, plastic crap,
My life and my vision is worth more than that.
Plate glass ghetto, shopping spree,
I'm no fucking commodity.
Lusting for objects, white wall refrigerator.
Cut off your fingers and buy a vibrator.
Get them while it lasts, your time is running out.
It's a new mink for christmas, that's what life's about.
A new tank, a new bomb, awaits you in the store.
Is life all that shallow that you're reaching out for more?
Start planning now for a family plot.
A satin-lined bunker where your corpses can rot.
Well there's nothing for sale here, no day-glo gore.
And I ain't no waxed-up showroom whore.
I don't need carrots in front of my eyes.
Man made pre-fab, polyester lies.
Or sexy glossy adverts left on my mat.
I live with my needs I don't need that.
I Don't need a yacht to take a cruise.
Don't need a telephone in the loo.
Won't barter my soul for a rip-joint sale.
Excess is just another nouveau jail.
Don't want to grow fat off the fat of the land,
Or to choke on the greed of public command.
Work thirty years with one foot in the grave.
Possession junkie, consumer slave.
If money buys freedom it's already spent.
Your object's the subject of my contempt.
Buy now, pay as you go,
Buy now, say hello.
Bye bye
Bye bye.
Комментарии
9 years назад
THOMAS million
I must never succumb to the feeling that all is for naught, and that the dream is over. I have to muddle even if the ditches of the common cause is deep and the repair expensive, I have to continue to crawl, to walk, to run, into the arms of my love, my cause, my direction, my awaited.Never do I feel burdened by the love I chose. It can be exhausting at times, or difficult, but the prize outweighs the work, I am conqueror in a world of fantasy where reflectionism is released, it is a sub-genre of cubism, but if I can do my time in the cube and reflect it in the light I am sure to defeat all that is against me in this world, no evil will I harbor even when I feel I’m being cheated or being downed, I have to fight to see the next stage of enlightening of what I call ink or paint, or music, or poetry, or friendships that can only be earned never bought.SignedTomas the Reflectionist.9 years назад
THOMAS million
My art is my obligation, my creed, my god, my idol. The cymbals of my musical time rhymes out old worn out chords as I lend an ear, and fuse myself beyond the years, the tears, the drugs, the time, the chains.I am a technological made robot that beats or chimes in at ever increasing motives of solving a riddle which was given to me early on in my life. I adorn my life through the use of sunshine, growth, knowledge, and being a part of what I create.Seldom do I draw a blank, and in the end I think that is what I have always intended to do. Take a simple idea or a chunk of idea and enflame it into something more meaty, more beefy, more cheesy than what it is disguised as, art is nourishing to me and I hope others can feed off of my creations to rekindle the child that has tasted the dark side of humanity, all is lost if we lose our youth.9 years назад
THOMAS million
Drawing on a vision is dogged sometimes, trying to re-convey what is already been proven wrong, the cymbals of our times have gone astray and I wait…Then comes the air-mail the packages that materialise in my mind from an outer space, there is the inspiration, I always need the mail when it arrives, it offers affordability and new thoughts to bounce and draw off of. I nourish them as bulbs of invention and gently grind them into the herbs I need to feed my art.Not a day goes by that I am not offered more images, more reflection, more light, more humor, more life. I do not let a letter go by that I don’t expand on the conversation I am given by using my gift. I attire my moods with positively charged emotion of fool motion and then I am in love…11 years назад
Lisa Hutton
I've recently discovered Crass and already I think they're brilliant. They give out such a good message. Love live Anarchists!Похожие клипы
