Second Hand Thoughts

by Tzara

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credits

released 30 September 2011
Recorded and mastered by Manuel Platino at Randolph Carter Studios.
Drums recorded at Colón Records Studios.
Produced and mixed by Tzara.
All music by Tzara, all lyrics by Fernando Suarez, except "Wasted", music and lyrics by Greg Ginn and Keith Morris.
Artwork & design by Jorge Di Taranto.
Photographs by Victoria Reale and Jorge Di Taranto.

Tzara is: Jorge Di Taranto (guitar), Manuel Platino (bass, backup vocals, saxophone, noises), Mariano Platino (drums), Fernando Suarez (guitar, vocals, programming).

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tags: ciudad autónoma de buenos aires hardcore noise rock post hardcore punk Ciudad Autónoma De Buenos Aires

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Noisy, dirty, aggressive Hardcore. Sometimes dark and emotional, sometimes chaotic and dissonant, sometimes heavy and groovy.

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Track Name: Advertise Paradise
I’ll take it, I’ll take it slow
I’ll drink it like pain

Blissful turning
Silent whore
Wheels are burning
One night god

I won’t break it, I’ll take it slow
It tastes like fear

I’ve been raped and I’ve been told
To keep sinking in fake gold.
Track Name: Nouvelle Vague Conformist like Your Parents
Defined by looks and no trace of substance
What do they hide behind their make-up?

All they want is things to stay the same
Punk Rock in the wrong hands

Just words stolen from books they might as well burn
Layers of style upon layers of nothing at all

Wasted, gutless intellect
Hairstyle it’s not a lifestyle

Rulers of the freak nation, they wear their shiny crowns
Frigids and puritans disguised as artists

Choose easy targets to scare away
This teenage revolt is just a screen.
Track Name: 4 AM Condition
Came back late at night
Bursting into prayers
Now we’ll fake a way
We spent years to pay
Just to fuel this pain

Alright
I’ll try
Breakdown
Next time

It’s not impossible
We’ve seen this world in rage
And who knows who’s to blame?
Priests and shows and pills and speeches
Melting through my head

A name.
I recognize that name.

Worst
Days
Shine
Change.
Track Name: Second Hand Thoughts and Dirty Handshakes
Praise the people with shotguns
The order of the state
Feeding culture with hammers
Flags are dangerous friends

The lesser of two evils is a god to me
Fake enemies I must fight
Second hand thoughts and dirty handshakes
There are faces behind those masks

Wrong war
Whose choice?
Blindfold.
Track Name: Work Culture Failed Romance
This is how the story ends
I became your second best

I’ve been forced to waste my days
Tame my fire for someone else

Born into this set of hours
Work and die for more
It’s just a cycle of deception
Trained to march so numb
(Nothing to rearrange
And I still forget my pain)

Lie.
Life.
Track Name: The Path Most Travelled
Dead lights leading us to nowhere
Our sky is pale and grey
Growl of engines feeding larvae
Shaking our senses

And the stomach turns
Wait for all
Now take it away

Buildings throwing up and trembling
Crippled and desperate eyes
Run in circles within circles
Green teeth collapsing

They say “one to break them all”
Drown those babies in the mud

Is this something to burn out?
I can’t tell these shadows apart

Give me something to burn out
I dance down the slime

Dead lights leading us to nowhere
I’m breeding nothing.
Track Name: National & Popular
I’m first in the game
I eat what you bleed
I burn when I pray
And I take all I need

Faster
Blossom
Rebel
Bullshit

“I don’t need to be a global citizen
‘Cause I’m blessed by nationality”
I’m everyone’s and nobody’s friend
I’m the ghost, the anvil and the snake

“I’m naked and fearless
And my fear is naked”.
Track Name: Force-Fed on Nails
Not even a failure
These souls are so much more
Doom figures to scare you
Crawl from this hole of worms

They’re in my body
Can’t shake them out
They’re in my body
Sharp nails

Dark preachers of hatred
They force their choice on us
Impossible fences
How can I climb these walls?

Our souls are so much more.
Track Name: The Poet You’ll Never Be
Not an option
Blood-solid wheel
Prove it with chains
Keep it this way

This is how it ends for us
Defined by the greed of another
Replaceable and impotent
Pieces of this beast we’ve fed

So you failed
Then we failed as well
I can’t believe
This is all we have

Your sexless diatribes
Stepping on the tears of your children
Burning beneath the weight
Of such mindless pressure

My perceptions
They’re just a wretched drawing
All that they hold
Is silent resentment

Our lifestyle fantasies will be
The gun that we point into our own heads
Our hatred is a family value
There’s no forever for this.
(It’s nothing. I reach down.
I bought this picture of the world).
Track Name: Blurred Photographs of a Silent Party
Tainted pictures
Dusty edges of false memories
Cut them to pieces
And rearrange the meaning of this

A lung-shaped box where we can keep the things we miss the most.
Track Name: Blueprint of Man
They say it’s a prey
Some pride to twist
A phrase as a blade
The fright begins

What’s hanging above her head?
Is this real?
What’s hanging inside our heads?
This is real

They hunt in their heads
They just can’t see
This blueprint of man
Is carved in fear

I cannot be
What they all wish
What’s left in here?
How far’s your fist?
Track Name: Rock N’ Roll Victim (Anti-Nihilist Anthem)
This rebellion is a practical joke
The talk and the walk are so far apart
But you love to act like a victim
Sleeping numb in your Rock N’ Roll fantasy

‘Cause we all love victims
And nobody wants to look behind the lies

Soaking the last remains of your brains
Just look me in the eyes and tell me
That you’re not one of them

Mean little creatures
Spreading decay
You cannot block the sun
Your darkness it’s not strong enough
This fire is primal and it lives forever.