I got one when I inherited my girlfriend's CD collection...does that count?

That would pretty much suck.

And I get ya about Rise Against, I really do. It sucks that people would think they're some pussy band just because of that album. But, to be fair, I've heard "life less frightening" on the radio here more than "swing life away"...and that song's pretty good.

Revolutions Per Minute. Best album. Discuss.

i have multiple fat wreck comps along with many fat signed band cds. so i guess im a fat punk.

Fat Punk-Chords...or something like that. Either way, not punk at all. Be gone.

Nah...come back. Just keep it real.

Does caring about social, environmental, political, and human rights issues make me punk?

Caring about anything makes you un-punk, unless you're in a punk band, of course.

I'm a one-man atonal acapella punk band.

atom would be proud

Well of COURSE it does! That's the punkest of punk! Well done biggz...now go spread that sentiment...unless you don't REALLY care...and you're just in it for the appreciative pats on the head...

Jerk.

im in one of those one man bands too. but i play bass and guitar... gonna buy drums eventually... why save up for school?

Oh man. Since this thread existed, I thought it had the same exact title as the "if yOur not drunk dont reply" thread.

Fuck off.

Being mistaken is totally not punk. Get out.

Punk's not dead, it just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
A close-minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don't matter, it's who you know
If the music's gotten boring, it's because of the people
Who want everyone to sound the same
Who drive the bright people out of our so-called scene
'Til all that's left is just a meaningless fad

Hardcore formulas are dogshit
Change and caring are what's real
Is this a state of mind, or just another label?
The joy and hope of an alternative has become its own cliche
A hairstyle's not a lifestyle, imagine Sid Vicious at 35
Who needs a scene scared to love and to feel
Judging everything by loud fast rules appeal
"Who played last night?"
"I don't know, I forgot.
But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun."

So eagre to please, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes, again and again
Chickenshit conformist like your parents

What's ripped us apart even more than drugs
Are the thieves and the goddamn liars
Ripping people off when they share their stuff
When someone falls are there any friends?
Harder core than thou for a year or two
Then it's time to get a real job
Others stay home, it's no fun to go out
When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs
When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals
From New York metal labels looking to scam
Who sign the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find
To make a buck revving kids up for war

Walk tall, act small
Only as tough as gang approval
Unity is bullshit when it's under someone's fat boot
Where's the common cause?
Too many factions safely sulk in their shells
"Agree with us on everything or we won't help with anything"
That kind of attitude just makes a split grow wider
Guess who's laughing while the world explodes
When we're all crybabies who fight best among ouselves

So eagre to please, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes, again and again
Chickenshit conformist like your parents

That farty old rock and roll attitude's back
"It's competition, man, we wanna break big."
Who needs friends when the money's good?
That's right, the '70s are back.
Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative, it just don't move me, ya know?
The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos
Do we really need the attitude too?

Shedding thin skin too quickly
As a fan it disappoints me
Same old stupid sexist lyrics or is Satan all you can think of?
Crossover is just another word
For lack of ideas
Maybe what we need
Are more trolls under the bridge
Will the metalheads finally learn something-
Or will the punks throw away their education?
No one's ever the best
Once they believe their own press
"Maturing" don't mean rehashing
Mistakes of the past

So eagre to please, peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes, again and again
Chickenshit conformist like your parents

The more things change
The more they stay the same
We can't grow when we won't criticize ourselves
The '60s weren't all failure, It's the '70s that stunk
As the clock ticks we dig the same hole
Music scenes ain't real life
They won't get rid of the bomb
Won't eliminate rape
Or bring down the banks
Any kind of real change
Takes more time and work
Than changing channels on a TV set
so why are we...
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes
Again and again,
Chickenshit conformist like your parents.
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props to anyone who knows this song

bedtime for democracy is probably their worst album. fresh fruit.. is the only one i still enjoy from start to finish.

ya, i stole that cd from some used cd guy at school. the funny thing is he was talking about how western students were the stupidest while he was looking at a britney spears cd on a cell phone while i was stealing cd's right in front of him. that and plastic surgery disasters/in god we trust inc. are their best

Smoke crack sometimes

got any leftover crack?

not that anyone cares but i saw reel big fish and streetlight manifesto last night. for some reason mxpx played last, which sucked. met Aaron. he's cool shit. my beater and shirt were soaked; when i rung them it made a huge puddle and was still wetter than peoples shirts after i did it.

no way dude, that gives you the perfect opportunity to not be around for a shitty band. if they played first then you are almost forced to listen.

that said i used to love MXPX and have most of their albums, d'oh! not punk!

ya but then RBF couldnt do an encore. and ya, we left after a beer during mxpx. christianity? whats that?

It blows that RPF couldn't play more, as I loves me some Reel Big Fish! But I have to say, at the risk of being outted as a total rube, I really like MXPX's latest album: Panic. I don't know, I just really enjoy just about every song on that album.

I know, I'm a poor excuse for a hardcore punk RAWKER.

BAN ME!

Is this punk enough?



(playing Mandolin in your parent's house in the room that you grew up in, with Bambi wall hangings behind your head and a pink bed spread... oh and a buttoned polo shirt tucked into khaki pants with Lands End shoes)