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Afraid of Peace

by Shit out of Luck

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1.
Old preacher man on sunday morning talks about gods never ending love About the mercy and the shelter he's giving to all of us But a little boy in the front row is fighting with his tears Jesus Christ where have you been? When this holy prick made me touch his dick It's a world of liars, traitors and cowards (x2) Baby, darling, honey, oh I love you more than life And one fine day for sure we will be man and wife But I hope you'll never find out your not the only one for me There's Sophie, Jill and Jessica and your hot best friend Kathleen It's a world of liars, traitors and cowards (x2) My fellow citizens it's time for a change Vote for me and I will make our country great I promise you the earth, I even promise you the moon I tell you every lie you wanna hear But the truth is I don't give a fuck about you It's a world of liars, traitors and cowards (x4)
2.
Yeah I'm born into darkness and I'm born into pain I've never seen the sun and I've never felt the rain I never tasted the green grass, I never watched the birds in the sky My life's a dead end street, I'm born just to die No space to move and no place to hide I'm trapped in this prison cell and no amnesty in sight I see my brothers suffer, I hear my sisters cry Our life's a dead end street, we're born just to die And while you're having a good time with your friends at a barbecue Me and my brothers and sisters sing the slaughterhouse blues The ground is shaking and I can not stand up right Some of us will already be dead before we arrive The smell of death is in the air, now it's time to say goodbye Our story comes to an end, now it's time to die
3.
Just another friday night all alone at home I'm staring at the wall watching myself fall I didn't take off my jim-jams or wash myself for weeks I got a feeling that the sun won't shine again for me I am the phantom man, I'm barley there I am a shadow of what I used to be, not much left from me When my friends try to call I don't pick up the phone 1000 messages but I'm not answering one Stuck in a depression I seek for loneliness But beeing all alone with me is getting me depressed I am the phantom man, I'm barley there I am a shadow of what I used to be, not much left from me I watched every movie ever shot, some of them twice I can't even remember the last time I've been out on a friday night And even if I could brace me up there ain't no place to go Because it's 2021, me and the world in standby mode I am the phantom man, I'm barley there I am a shadow of what I used to be, not much left from me
4.
Straight from the battlefield he was send back home His head still roars of grenades and bombs Mission accomplished, the war is won Enjoy the time with your wife and your son Now he's back home, back in his civil life Eating cereals in the morning with his son and his wife His son is oh so happy, yeah he loves his daddy But dad can't love him back 'cause he has PTSD And when he closes his eyes, and when he's dreaming at night He returnes to the battlefield Johnny is afraid of silence The only thing he ever learned is violence And Johnny is afraid of peace He don't know what to do when he's his only enemy He's drinking in the basement to get through the day To silence his memories, but they won't go away His everyday life causes panic attacks War still ain't over, Johnny never came back And when he closes his eyes, and when he's dreaming at night He returnes to the battlefield Johnny is afraid of silence The only thing he ever learned is violence And Johnny is afraid of peace He don't know what to do when he's his only enemy
5.
Frank 05:57
Frank is 65 years old, been drinking for 30 years Trying to forget the past He's living on the streets and every night he meets His beloved wife and little Lucy, Lucy come back to me Back in the days when he was young the future shined brighter than the sun He and his wife were so in love, she was his moon and his stars Had a little baby girl called Lucy, the day she was born he was oh so happy Life was perfect all in all, but that shouldn't hold for long Lucy got weaker day by day, he was holding her hand as her life faded away On that day her mother couldn't stop to cry, the next day she comitted suicide Devastated in the dark and all alone he didn't know how to carry on And trying to run away from this pain he started drinking every day Then he lost his Job for beeing drunk at work He was crying for help but they only felt disturbed Kicked out of his house for he could no longer pay the rent Oh how desperately did he need a helping hand But nobody was there so he ended up living on the streets They call him a bum, a loser and a creep But Frank could be you and Frank could be me
6.
Mom and dad left us way too soon, my little sister and I all alone To not end up as a whore on the street sewing cloth for the rich until my fingers bleed 12 hours a day, 6 days a week, a shabby shack, barely enough to eat Every night I cry myself asleep, awake as somebody else in my dreams 7 at one blow (x3) I'm the brave little tailor and you better get out of my way The sound of hundreds of machines from dusk til dawn No time to take a piss 'cause there's work to be done Big brother is observing us all day, make no mistakes or you won't get paid Cracks all over the factory walls, a question of time till they bury us all Abused by our foreman every day, it will all come back, these pricks will pay 7 at one blow (x3) I'm the brave little tailor and you better get out of my way 7 at one blow (x3) I'm the brave little tailor and now it's time for revenge
7.
Every morning, the first look that I take Into the mirror to see this pretty face Yeah I'm in love with a guy called me, myself and I He has stolen my heart, I'm the love of my life As I cross the streets I don't look left I don't look right Got my camera on selfie mode to always see me shine Can you imagine how dark this world would be Without me I'm like the stars in the sky, oh can't you see? Oh copernicus man you were wrong Because our world ain't circling round the sun I am it's centrum and I will always be From now on to eternity Mistakes and weakness Are for the mortal but not for me Yeah I'm a goddamn god, call me the human trinity And all you other men, get the fuck out of my way You better get down on your knees and start to pray Oh copernicus man you were wrong Because our world ain't circling round the sun I am it's centrum and I will always be From now on to eternity
8.
Lockdown, lockdown, lock the door Shut the lights off, say no more Go behind the desk and hide Wait until it's safe inside Lockdown, lockdown, it's all done Now it's time to have some fun Fuck the N.R.A. Fuck the N.R.A. Fuck the N.R.A. and the goddamn USA In the land of the free you better watch your back Because there might be a gun pointed right on your neck Civil war vibes you feel 'em in the streets So in school, cinemas and the library But we won't change a thing! No this is my right I need my AR-15 always by my side Fuck the republican party, Fuck the N.R.A. And fuck the whole goddamn USA Lockdown, lockdown, lock the door Shut the lights off, say no more Go behind the desk and hide Wait until it's safe inside Lockdown, lockdown, it's all done Now it's time to have some fun Fuck the N.R.A. Fuck the N.R.A. Fuck the N.R.A. and the goddamn USA
9.
Never again 04:50
My boy it's time to go, don't you wanna be late? On your first day at the new school The last years weren't easy, yeah kids can be cruel But I'm sure you will find friends this time (x2) He wanders around the streets as he does every day Trying just to pass the time He feels so empty for quite a while now One more step and don't look back Never again will they make a fool of me Never again will I let them be cruel to me No, no, no (x2) My boy, my boy where are you? Why don't you pick up the phone? I tried to contact you at least one thousand times Your teacher told me you were not in class Where have you been instead? I'm not mad at you, please just come back home (x2) Never again will they make a fool of me Never again will I let them be cruel to me No, no, no (x2)

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Recorded in 2021/22 at Proberaum Sirnau/Tim's Butze/Eilin's Keller

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released June 1, 2022

Tim: Vocals, Guitars, Lead Guitar, Bass
Quentin: Drums, Tambourine
Mike: Lead Guitar (Never again)
Merlin: Bass (Copernicus was wrong)

Mix/Master: Olhaus | olhaus@olmann-music.com

Album der Woche
"Sh!t Out Of Luck aus Stuttgart werfen mit "Afraid Of Peace" neun Fetzen Fleisch in das Haifischbecken der Punkrockszene, die zu betören wissen. Dabei missachtet die Band jegliche "Drei-Akkorde"-Klischees und liefert mit Punkrock der etwas anderen Art kurzweilige Unterhaltung für das Trommelfell!

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Die Jungs kündigen sich selbst als Punkrock an. Das mag im Herzen auch stimmen und die Basis für das musikalische Schaffen von Sh!t Out Of Luck sein, die Band erklettert dieses Grundgerüst jedoch und balanciert mit allerlei Seitensprüngen darauf herum. Bereits der erste Gitarrenakkord verrät, dass hier wie bereits beschrieben nicht mit maximal verzerrten, einfachen Akkorden gearbeitet wird. Das Gegenteil ist der Fall, die Jungs wissen wie man mit Instrumenten umgeht und spielen Blues-Riffs, Ska-Elemente und Ansätze von Funk in ihren melodischen und variablen Titeln. Eine große Band aus Berlin (AUS BERLIN!) fragte einst: Ist das noch Punkrock? Die Antwort: Unbedingt! Textlich liefert die Band zum einen eine Variation aus Punk und Rebellion, beispielhaft gegen die National Rifle Association of America oder die USA an sich ("F*ck The N.R.A."), jedoch auch gegen eine Welt voller Lügner und Feiglinge ("World Of Liars") und die grundsätzliche Feststellung unserer aller Sterblichkeit ("Slaughterhouse Blues"). Viel tiefer gehen allerdings die Geschichten über persönliche Schicksale, wie sie "Afraif Of Peace" als Titeltrack und "Frank" erzählen. Frank trinkt seit 30 Jahren, ist obdachlos, hatte Frau und Kinder. Dann verlor er die Kontrolle über sein Leben, nachdem die Tochter starb und seine Frau den Verlust nicht verkraften konnte. Es folgte der Jobverlust und als er eine helfende Hand am meisten brauchte, war keine da. "But Frank could be you and Frank could be me." Das Schickal spielt sein eigenes Spiel, das machen Sh!t Out Of Luck mit diesem wahnsinnig eingängigen Song schonungslos deutlich.
Für das erste "Punkrock"-Album der Band steckt in "Afraid Of Peace" also eine ganze Menge drin. Das mit Abstand Beste an diesem Album ist allerdings die Tatsache, dass man ihm, und das ist als absolutes Kompliment gemeint, genau anhört wo es herkommt. Nämlich nicht aus dem großen, professionellen Tonstudio in Berlin-Kreuzberg, sondern aus dem Proberaum, "Tims Butze" und "Eilin's Keller". Dadurch fehlt zwar beispielhaft der Druck im Sound, doch wisst ihr was?! Sch..egal! Wenn Musiker auf ihrem ersten Album den Effekt erreichen, dass man dran bleibt, die Platte mehr als einmal durchhören möchte ohne sie genervt aus dem Autofenster werfen zu wollen UND Ohrwürmer hängen bleiben, dann zählt hier noch das Punkrock-Herz und nicht die Perfektion. Chapeau, Sh!t Out Of Luck."

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"......Es ist eine Sache, sich den Tonträger anzuhören und sofort in den Bann der sich darauf befindenden Musik gezogen zu werden. Aber diese Stuttgarter auf der Bühne zu sehen ist in so vielerlei Hinsicht erfüllend. Da tut sich was, in Sachen Nachwuchs (im Übrigen nicht nur auf der Bühne, sondern auch davor…). Da steht eine völlig authentische, unfassbar talentierte Generation, die im Schnitt wahrscheinlich gerade mal an einem viertel Jahrhundert kratzt und durch den perfekten Mittelweg zwischen den zwei Fronten, die sich in den letzten Jahren des Öfteren gebildet haben, schreitet. Die uns zeigen, dass „Auf Alles Scheißen“ und trotzdem aufeinander Rücksicht nehmen sich nicht ausschließen müssen (und sollten!). Dass DIY einfach in jeder Hinsicht viel mehr Spaß macht, weil dabei unterwegs weder Herz noch ursprüngliche Intention verloren gehen. Dass Gleichberechtigung auf allen Ebenen einfach herrlich selbstverständlich sein kann und dass selbst gestochene Tattoos und bemalte Lederjacken noch lange nicht der Vergangenheit angehören. Es gibt scheinbar eine schwäbische 80er Jahre-Revival-Punkgeneration, die sich irgendwo zwischen Crust Punk, New Wave und Street Punk (Clockwork Punk) bewegt (…und dieser Satz klingt völlig absurd, haha) Ok, genug abgedriftet – aber dieser Schlenker musste sein, um zu verstehen, warum Shit Out Of Luck gehört UND gesehen werden müssen.

Auch das Tape ist rein optisch schon ein Knaller, da haben Jörg und seine Helferlein von Running Out Of Tape Records mal wieder ausgezeichnete Arbeit geleistet. Alleine die für jede Kassette individuell handgefertigten Stempel (Schöne Grüße an Stempelmann Bernd) verdienen an dieser Stelle mal Extra-Credits. Außerdem handelt es sich bei den Hüllen um Second Hand Hüllen, Nachhaltigkeit Olé!

Der Sound auf dem Tape klingt, im Gegensatz zum Vorgängeralbum, neu, funky, und leichtfüßig (komisches Wort, trifft es aber am besten). Auf dem Tape ist der Kontrast von Instrumenten zu Tims imponierendem, charismatischem Gesang und den teilweise düsteren, oft zynischen, gelegentlich melancholischen Lyrics (und das weiß ich, weil Texte beiliegen) noch deutlicher zu hören.

Sowohl live, als auch auf dem Tonträger funktionieren die teilweise fast rabiaten Breaks und Stilwechsel (Funk meets Punk meets Ska meets Blues) bestens, ohne den jeweiligen Song zu unterbrechen oder dessen Flow zu stören. Hier findet sich für jede Stimmung das passende Lied, und ich würde mich sogar so weit aus dem Fenster lehnen, dass das erst der Anfang ist. Wenn man bedenkt, dass alleine Tim und Quentin noch in 2 weiteren Bands mitmischen – Selbstmordkommando und Øde (Review folgt ) wird klar, da ist so viel Musik, die raus muss. Und die vor Allem gehört werden muss. Ihr könnt gleich damit anfangen, bitte sehr: Kauft das Tape einfach jetzt, sofort, bei der Band selbst (einfach PN auf der Facebookseite oder beim Konzert)"

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Shit out of Luck Stuttgart, Germany

In the gutter
Screwed and fucked
Singing the blues
Totally "Sh!t out of Luck"

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