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Recorded and mixed by Marcin Klimczak at Mustache Ministry Studio
Music: Bastard Disco, Lyrics: Yuri Kasyanenko

Published by Bastard Disco & Antena Krzyku

LP|CD available on www.antenakrzyku.pl

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released May 3, 2019

Bastard Disco are:
Kamil Fejfer (guitar)
Marek Kamiński (drums)
Paweł Cholewa (bas)
Yuri Kasianenko (vocals)

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Bastard Disco Warsaw, Poland

Bastard Disco is a Warsaw-based four-piece alternative rock band, formed in 2015, inspired by american noise rock and post-hardcore acts from the nineties, with huge love to Fugazi, Quicksand, Smashing Pumpkins, Sonic Youth and Pixies.

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Track Name: Sophia
Sophia

Wake
Automatically
Same as you do
Take what you
Want from me
I’m here for you

I’m here
Cause you invented me
I’m here
I’m yours
And when you fall asleep
My heart will beat
like yours
like yours

Those
Who invented me
Mean, weak, low
Fear
When they can not hear
Heartbeats
When close
When close
To me

You invented me
I’m here
I’m yours
And when you fall asleep
My eyes are closed
As yours
As your
Track Name: Future Crimes
Future Crimes

I’m allowed to go in all directions
I’m allowed to roam, but not too far
I’m allowed to grow to different spaces
Just not for long
But never ask
Never ask a question

It’s the same parade we’re marching every day
Everyday I see their faces
And those faces are all the same
It’s the same parade we’re marching every day
It’s the same parade we’re marching every day

I’m allowed to close myself at home
To lock the door
With the key they gave me
A single man, in my own cell,
I stand and stare
But never ask
Never ask a question

It’s the same parade we’re marching every day
Everyday I see their faces
And those faces are all the same
It’s the same parade we’re marching every day
It’s the same parade we’re marching every day

Imagine us in a stolen car
Driving fast towards the dawn
We left this town our holograms
And got away with list of future crimes
Track Name: Time Traveller
A Time Traveller

Raindrop falls on
A burning match
Always when
It’s the last one
Irritated
I put a cigarette back
And speed up
In a direction well-known
Friday night
It's raining heavily
There might be a flood
Still the place
Would be full
There’s nothing else to do in this
Town anyway
Going in, through the crowd.
I pick a new matchbox
And wait in line
To refill my time machine
With rum
Here comes
The sudden sense
Of something going on
There’s something wrong
The place is the same
And the music’s on
But songs I’ve
never heard before
Play all night long

Once killed butterfly
May cause
Drastic changes in our world -
You’d return and see
How fascists win elections
A raindrop falls on an envelope
Blurs the address -
And it’s lost
One will have her tables turned
And one would wander
Like a ghost

Or was it wrong,
To help your daddy date your mom
To help your granny fight a war
To help sir paul with couple words?

Where would you go?
Where do we go from here?

It’s hard to recall the names,
Hard to remember faces
In this crowd
They look the same
Who would care?
Bartender
Wipes the glass
And laughs at me
Says
“Rum's never been served
In here”
I look around
And ask some guy
About this venue’s name
And well, yeah,
Strangers look like strangers
And all the places look the same
Till Fortune makes
Them all talk latin
Pretty mean
She smiles at me

Where do we go from here?
Where would you go?
Track Name: Clear!
Clear!

Ain't no fun to fight
In a newly opened bar
ain't no fun to fight,
When you’re the
only doc in the god-damn block

All night long
All night long
Mother I can't drink no more
But I keep going

Charge, clear, nothing
Recharge, clear, nothing
Charge, Clear,nothing
Again and again
Charge, clear, nothing
Recharge, clear nothing
Over and over
20 hours a day


Not anymore
Mother I can't drink anymore
All night long
All night long
Mother I can't drink no more
But i keep going

All night long
All night long
Mother I can't drink no more
But I keep going
Track Name: Shining Confidence
Shining Confidence

We sail away
into the bright non-gluten future
I’m sitting with a glass of vegan vine
on upper deck

On our way to Betterland
I try to be a better man
So when we sailed
along the plastic island
I almost cared
On our way to Betterland
Concrete, stainless steel and glass
There’s corporate iceberg right ahead
My captain!

Whatever may come, my lad,
Whatever we expect ahead
Whatever may come, my son,
Stand and pray!
We’re gonna smash it down!
We’ll do it in our fathers way
We’re gonna smash it down!
Stand and pray!
In our fathers way!
...Stand
And pray...
...Stand
And pray…

For social lifts and lower rent
For holidays in Emirates
For extra pack of cigarettes
And better days
Girl, I love the way you wear
Your plastic smile with little dress
And boy, I love the way you talk
To her with fake italian accent

Whatever may come, my lad,
Whatever we expect ahead
Whatever may come, my son,
Stand and pray!
We’re gonna smash it down!
We’ll do it in our fathers way
We’re gonna smash it down!
Stand and pray!

Shining confidence, vodka spirit and in bad need of a shave,
The captain moved on whistling the old disco polo tune,
About a dude being a bartender at the dancing…
"like our fathers did..." - i thought and took a sip.
The wine was not that bad, if you ask me.
Track Name: Ministry of Self-Defence
Ministry of Self-Defence

The city’s burning red
In ministry of self-defence
I’m hiding armed with a slice of pizza
And a pack of cigarettes

I turned the TV off
And drew the curtains
Red light spreads on walls
The room glows like brothel
I turned the TV off
And got off the couch
It’s time to pack your bag
And charge the torch!

If tomorrow brings a flood
You’d see my poker face
Michael sings we got to make
This world a better place
If tomorrow brings a flood
We’re going to the outer space
We’ll make a space a better place
For human race
Only

I turned the TV off
And drew the curtains
Red light spreads on walls
The room glows like brothel
I turned the TV off
And got off the couch
It’s time to pack your bag
And charge a torch!

On and on, on and on
It’s getting better
On and on, on and on
It can’t get no worse, yeah?
We are reaching supervoid!
We are reaching supervoid!

I turned the TV off
And drew the curtains
Red light spreads on walls
The room glows like brothel
I turned the TV off
And got off the couch
It’s time to pack your bag
And charge a torch!
On and on, on and on!
Track Name: Game of Patriots
Games of Patriots

Who would expect
White men kidnapped
Thrown to the land
They hate so bad
Thrown out to gutters
To the ruins
To the sand
Are they prepared to interact
To demonstrate some class and tact
To make us proud
of represent
On their way back
To motherland?
We’ll witness journey
From the city to the sea
We'll follow voyage,
Adventures overseas
“There are no borders for the ones
Who were born free”
It’s season one, lay back
And here comes the first scene

Who would expect
To see white man
Being fed
By swarthy hand
In the city with no embassy or aid
Who would expect
To see white man
Being treated as a threat
In a shipwreck
In a camp
In a place not signed on map
We’ll witness journey
From the city to the sea
We'll follow voyage,
Adventures overseas
There are no borders
For the ones who drown at sea
It’s season two, lay back
And here comes the first scene

Our heroes
Look better
On TV screen
Our heroes
On TV screen
Track Name: Sink or Swim
Sink or Swim

After all one
Steps on the shore
Take a breath
And feel secure
After all one
Called long gone
Knocks at the parent's
Doors
In a cold world
We were told
To remain the same
Cold

There’s been a hole - it’s gone now
There’s been a wound - it’s gone
After all we've covered
Distance all alone

After all one
Says “i’m done”
Takes his gloves off
And heads back home
After all one
Says “i’m done”
Drops the mask
And cries “my dear,
I lied for too long”

There’s been a hole - it’s gone now
There’s been a wound - it’s gone
After all we've covered
Distance all alone

As we are widows
As we’re unloved
My grace I learned
There is no “enough”
I’ve grown and joined
The ancient cult
As we are sons
We’re raised to fight
To fall in the mud
On your behalf
I’ve grown and joined
The ancient cult
I am with you
But we’re
Still alone
All alone
Track Name: B-side Son
B-side son

Bought for a song
I am the son
From the b-side
I was born
On a planet turned
into a shopping mall

That day I got so worried
They’re gonna send me back
But we don't need no reason to be sad

I was born so bored
I was born so tired
I was born in a shopping mall
And there I will die

I was born into this world
The day when Jackson died
He became the richest dead
I took a breath and cried

That day I got so worried
And I dressed myself in black
But we don't need no reason to be sad

We are the children of boredom
In the Melancholy Land

As I woke up I looked around
My mother smoked and dad was out
Where was the closest bar I asked
But mum just heard me crying

I was born so bored
I was born so tired
I was born in a shopping mall
And there I will die

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