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Spirit of '87 Lyrics
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
Ain't no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, to rock and roll, rock and roll.
Tim: Theres a club in the coast where the kids get lost and no ones gonna stare, Chuck T's bleached jeans and dayglow mowhawk hair, Misfits and homless kids all call their home there. Don't tell me it ain't real, Don't you fucking dare.
Lars: 10 punks pile in the car, nothin going on, turn up the radio cause it's my favorite song, there's a club on the coast where all the kids get along, Skins and punks and wayward ones.
Matt: Nothing can go wrong!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Tim: Do you know what, when I show up, there's gonna be some fucking action,
Show me the styles once in a while, that's the fucking attraction,
She said I'ma fuck 'em up, that's the satisfaction,
Matt: Bottle of red, straight ahead, detox transaction,
Lars: Hey! I'm sneaking outside in my neighborhood,
It was always understood,
I was running out from the Angels,
I was a little fucking hood!
Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood,
And didn't give a fuck if I was locked up, should be dead or in jail!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Everybody: Family turns their back on their son,
Now we're all alone,
Now we ain't got a home,
Now we're among our own!
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Saturday,
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
...
Where else are you gonna go?
Ain't no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, to rock and roll, rock and roll.
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Show me the styles once in a while, that's the fucking attraction,
She said I'ma fuck 'em up, that's the satisfaction,
It was always understood,
I was running out from the Angels,
I was a little fucking hood!
Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood,
And didn't give a fuck if I was locked up, should be dead or in jail!
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Now we're all alone,
Now we ain't got a home,
Now we're among our own!
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.
Where else are you gonna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
Through fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
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So this song sucks because Tim wrote it, but it would be somehow better if someone else wrote it? Get over yourself and admit that you can like a song without liking the rest of a bands work.
I love this song.
I would really like this song much better if it wasn't a Rancid song. To be swift and to the point, Rancid sucks. One reason, Tim Armstrong is not a musician, he is nothing but coughed up shit from the California punk scene, he thinks that it is cool to disrespect true punks. Back in I believe October of 2005 a rumor surfaced sent from the mouth of Armstrong, it went something like this, "So the Clash has called upon me to fill Strummer's shoes as frontman, they are reuniting and they are bringing me along to fill in for the late Strummer. We recently rehearsed "London Calling" and it was fuckin intense..." He just went on spilling pure bullshit. So it was said that the tour would start in December and end in February or so. This was brought to Mick Jone's attention along with Paul Simon, these were shot down almost immediately. There is always though of a reuniting tour but even if it did happen the late, great Strummer's shoes woulb be filled by someone such as Elvis Costello, no one near the likes of Tim Armstrong, it was all a rumor he started, they went on, saying that is was a disgrace to the Clash, rock music, and Joe Strummer in all. If you haven't seen yet that Tim is an asshole who deserves to be beaten the shit out of by the Dead Boys and left for dead outside some sleazy bar in NYC, then maybe this will pull you away from Rancid once and for all. Ok so you think Lars out of everyone would be the toughest, I mean look at the Bastards, they are pretty rough right? Wrong! Very wrong indeed. Warped Tour is home to many great bands and many lame ass bands in the summertime, one of those bands is Simple Plan. Guess who has been giving them props for the past three years or so? Lars Fredriksen, he thinks they "rip" and are "awesome", he said that everyday Simple Plan played, usually when he joined the Dropkick Murphys during their set. Him saying this over the microphone to the folks who watched the Dropkicks was immediately received by the crowds, with a tsunami of "fuck yous!", middle fingers and other insults directed towards Lars and Simple Plan, nonetheless he said it everyday and the same reaction was there. To make the hating complete lars acts like the Dropkicks are his guests, not the other way, well usually following his little speech about shitty pop-punk, the band would rip into the scenster/emo-bashing crowd favorite, "Wicked Sensitive Crew". Hopefully this has convinced many of you Rancid fans to forget about them for good and discontinue your support for them. Rancid turned their back on the punk community that got them going and it is truly a slap in the face and for that I say, "Rancid are a bunch of cheap bastard sell outs, who like once said before show have the living shit kicked out of each of them by the Dead Boys and left for dead outside a New York City bar" They wouldn't last an hour if they were a band back in the late 70s/early 80s punk scene, they had to wait for things to "settle down" for them to preach their bullshit!
Fail.
Fail.
I most definetly won't read that, why do people post shit saying they don't like bla bla band for bla bla reason. this is about the meaning of the song, not your handicapped opinion.
the meaning behind this post is to call you a faggot flip.
I honestly don't know what this song means, but I always end up at the disco on saturdays:(.
Nobody cares what you have to say...you're not going to change our mind...Rancid rocks...(Matt Freeman = my idol) and I dont care what you say. You can take all that text shove it for all I care.
So, I basically think this song is just about having a good time on a Saturday night...oh, and to the poster.....Matt Freeman doesnt sing anything but when they all sing... the "Nothing can go wrong" part is still Lars.
I think this song is about a place where people would go to hang out and jam and where everyone got along, a place that was a like a home to them and that they would go to even though they may risk violence to do so - their hang out, so to speak. Even though they may have had checkered lives outside of the place, every Saturday at party time they'd go there, as would many others. That's what I think at least.
well... flip_tape_xX's lil essay there made no sense at all, I could spot out the numerous problems and why I think what s/he said was all wrong, but this site isn't made for that. come here to comment on a song, not an entire band. go find a forum to lash out on.
well everyone has pretty much covered my thoughts on the first post...
about the song... awesome, one of my favorites. wish i had a place like this where i lived. but i live in the middle of fucking nowhere vermont. dont ever come here, it sucks ass.
anywayz... i heard this song was about 924 gilman street. is that true?
which 924 gilman street? there's quite a few. (i typed it in to google earth to even see if it was such a place, and theres 10 different ones) >.