Radical-Political Goth......

Ξεκινάω αυτ'ο το τόπικ ως μία καταγραφή του γκοθ από πολιτικοποιημένη άποψη.Κομμάτια, στίχοι, εικόνες και κολλάζ λοιπόν, αλλά γοτθικά περισσότερο και όχι τόσο πανκ!




Play Dead - Propaganda

Doorways closed by stagnent lies
Wasted years through puzzled eyes
Filth is forced through every door
The twisted truth infects the floor

Propaganda! Propaganda!

A smiling face decays the screen
A mask designed to trick the green
Instructors paid to guide our day
The flock believe in all they say

Propaganda! Propaganda!

Transparent lies engulf the sky
Control the minds of the passer by
Truth declines to see or hear
Electric banners we hold so dear

Propaganda! Propaganda!

UK Decay - For My Country(live)

Ablaze in their eyes
Death is their glory
Oh the honor's so great
This scheme for esteem
To relive the stories
Spitting tales of hate
Smashing and crashing
Disguised as terrain
Count up the memories
We'll go back again
For the honor I don't ask why
His majesty's pleasure's my honor to die
For my country
For my country
A blaze in the fields
For death is quite gory
Oh, for the regal return
To swim in the blood
Or the flood of champagne
To see the home fires burn
We're smashing and crashing
Disguised as terrain
Count up the memories
We'll go back again
For the honor I don't ask why
His majesty's pleasure's my honor to die
For my country
For my country