No Logo! REDUX

by The Morphine Pilgrims

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When we recorded "No Logo!", we were in between bassists. When Manuel Zangl joined the group, we rerecorded the basslines and some backup vocals with him and remixed the songs; hence "REDUX".

Drums & Guitar recorded live @ Primitive Studios, Vienna.
Bass, 2nd Guitar & Vox overdubbed later.
Recorded Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Germar Tischler @ Primitive Studios, & Germar's Flat, Vienna, Austria.

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released February 13, 2014

Philip Pfleger: Drums
Manuel Zangl: Bass, Backup Vox
Germar Tischler: Guitar, Vox

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The Morphine Pilgrims Wien, Austria

We are a punk band from Vienna, Austria. Formed at the end of 2010 by Germar Tischler of the "iNSURGENTS". Manuel Zangl (previously in "Recall to Life") joined us on bass in 2012 and Georg "The" Hatschka from "No Silence For Sale" joined us on drums in 2016. ... more

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Track Name: Jeffery
I just wanna hang out with my friends,
Let the good times roll and never end
Play my guitar and write some tunes
Like Jeffery used to do

No I don’t wanna end up like Jeffery did
No I don’t wanna end up like Jeffery dead!

So many things I should wanna do
But I couldn’t be screwed
Some find their purpose so easily
But not Jeffery or me

No I don’t wanna end up like Jeffery did
No I don’t wanna end up like Jeffery dead!

Just like Jeffery, I’m lost in my aimlessness
But now Jeffery’s dead
Is it innately human?
To want to get ahead...

No I don’t wanna end up like Jeffery did
No I don’t wanna end up like Jeffery dead!

Friends forced Jeffery to find direction
Care about something, find some ambition
So where to point the finger of blame?
Why did he take his life, his life in vain?

No I don’t wanna end up like Jeffery did
No I don’t wanna end up like Jeffery dead!
Track Name: No Logo!
I got no cash; no! No so-called style
No fancy car and no bling-bling
But I still wear a smile
I’ve got thoughts and I like to share
Sometimes too much to my, my own disappear

Don’t you label me!

Black and blue yeah, yeah I’m bruised
From all this constant bombardment, and your twisted views
I stood my ground against the crowd, all my life
And still you label me… where in hell do you get the right?

Don’t you label me!
I’m just a human being
Track Name: Trendy Scene Hopper
A week ago he was so nice
Got multi-coloured Mohawk over night
This week he scares his neighbours half to death
With his studded belt, ten-hole boots and leather jacket

Trendy-Scene-Hopper; wants to fit in
Every week he’s different, but still he can’t win
Trendy-Scene-Hopper; stuck in a rut
Doesn’t know who he is, and that’s fucked up!

He’s so cool ‘cause he’s hair is blue
He’s got a studded belt and a mind to fucking boot
Suit up and joint the latest craze
Conform and pogo the night away

And next week he’ll shave his head
And do what some right-wing politician said
Extremely proud and even more confused
He’ll march to the pipers tune

Trendy-Scene-Hopper; wants to fit in
Every week he’s different, but still he can’t win
Trendy-Scene-Hopper; stuck in a rut
Doesn’t know who he is, and that’s fucked up!

A week ago he was so nice
Got multi-coloured Mohawk over night
This week he scares his neighbours half to death
With his studded belt, ten-hole boots and leather jacket

Trendy-Scene-Hopper; wants to fit in
Every week he’s different, but still he can’t win
Trendy-Scene-Hopper; stuck in a rut
Doesn’t know who he is, and that’s fucked up!
Track Name: Our Society
No one’s every happy with what they’ve got
Because we’ve got too much
And I wonder, when the fuck
We all got so out of touch

Our society; something’s wrong with it
Our society; makes me fucking sick
Our society, something’s wrong with it

Give money and presents instead of love
And we wonder why the worlds fucked up
In school we’re drilled to push and shove
And win, win, win no matter what!

Our society; something’s wrong with it
Our society; makes me fucking sick
Our society, something’s wrong with it

Children with toy guns will kill at home
Children with everything will grow up cold
It’s a never ending cycle with no hope in sight
And it won’t end until we get it right…

Our society; something’s wrong with it
Our society; makes me fucking sick
Our society, something’s wrong with it