The Offspring – The Kids Aren’t Alright (Official Music Video)


♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ WHEN WE WERE YOUNG THE
FUTURE WAS SO BRIGHT ♪ ♪ THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD
WAS SO ALIVE ♪ ♪ AND EVERY KID ON THE
WHOLE DAMN STREET ♪ ♪ WAS GONNA MAKE IT BIG
AND NOT BE BEAT ♪ ♪ NOW THE NEIGHBORHOOD’S
CRACKED AND TORN ♪ ♪ THE KIDS ARE GROWN UP BUT
THEIR LIVES ARE WORN ♪ ♪ HOW CAN ONE LITTLE STREET ♪ ♪ SWALLOW SO MANY LIVES ♪ ♪ CHANCES THROWN ♪ ♪ NOTHING’S FREE ♪ ♪ LONGING FOR WHAT USED TO BE ♪ ♪ STILL IT’S HARD ♪ ♪ HARD TO SEE ♪ ♪ FRAGILE LIVES,
SHATTERED DREAMS ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ JAMIE HAD A CHANCE,
WELL SHE REALLY DID ♪ ♪ INSTEAD SHE DROPPED OUT AND
HAD A COUPLE OF KIDS ♪ ♪ MARK STILL LIVES AT HOME
CAUSE HE’S GOT NO JOB ♪ ♪ HE JUST PLAYS GUITAR AND
SMOKES A LOT OF POT ♪ ♪ JAY COMMITTED SUICIDE ♪ ♪ BRANDON OD’D AND DIED ♪ ♪ WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON ♪ ♪ THE CRUELEST DREAM, REALITY ♪ ♪ CHANCES THROWN ♪ ♪ NOTHING’S FREE ♪ ♪ LONGING FOR WHAT USED TO BE ♪ ♪ STILL IT’S HARD ♪ ♪ HARD TO SEE ♪ ♪ FRAGILE LIVES,
SHATTERED DREAMS ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ CHANCES THROWN ♪ ♪ NOTHING’S FREE ♪ ♪ LONGING FOR WHAT USED TO BE ♪ ♪ STILL IT’S HARD ♪ ♪ HARD TO SEE ♪ ♪ FRAGILE LIVES,
SHATTERED DREAMS ♪

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Тот случай , когда сосед с этажа ниже позвонил на телефон и по просил поднавалить)))))

Мы*- от радио тапка
Американцы (или кто они там) – в недоумении, от куда здесь столько русских

Я походу единственный кто не от радиотапка а просто люблю хорошую музыку

Помню улицу и каждый двор,
Где росли судьбе наперекор.
Когда наша жизнь была проста,
Когда у каждого была мечта.

Но район изрядно постарел,
Дети выросли с кем я взрослел.
Сколько судеб сгубил
Этот чертов мир!

Как же так, все ушло,
Лишь тоска о былом.
Кто же знал, как идти,
Что нас ждет впереди.

У одной был шанс покорить весь мир,
Но забросив все, обзавелась детьми.
У другого как всегда работы нет,
Только лишь гитара или пьяный бред.

Кто-то затянул себе на шее трос
Кто-то получил последний передоз
Кто убит, кто сидит
Жизнь нас не щадит

Как же так, все ушло,
Лишь тоска о былом.
Кто же знал, как идти,
Что нас ждет впереди.

Как же так, все ушло,
Лишь тоска о былом.
Кто же знал, как идти,
Что нас ждет впереди.

Привет от РADIO TAPOK! 🙂

The lead singer of Offspring, Dexter Holland, has his PHD in Molecular Biology and has published works on Virus/Host interactions. What an interesting guy!

DO you think all these MK/redeemies are robots? I wonder, you know, why nobody ever talks about their DMT experiences… like even normal people seem to prevaricate about what happened, whenever I took acid or shrooms I was more than interested in talking about the way I felt and the things I saw, but with these normal people taking DMT, people who otherwise should have ran your ear off with their stories of other worlds hallucinagenically re-setting their minds into new union with the cosmos, these people were prevaricatingly sparse about their experiences… why? so with these MK/redeemies, I don't even know .. what's it like to talk to God with so little real world cytoplasma separating you and It? Why would that not lend itself to bursting out with the flavor of needing to discourse about it? It's like you take DMT and an alien comes down and inhabits your body and mind, and you are the reeling flavor of the predilection of God. And these redeemies with this new DMT-5 or whatever are like just … why is their behavior so predictable, even the non-demons? Why? … how can a drug trip be so strong that your boundaries of action are forever after altered, and you never even want to talk about it? Is it impossible thereafter to care less about the eternal trajectory of your soul? How can humans be so afraid of hell? …

I don't mean like aliens really, like beings born on another planet… I just mean, how could you not feel from my point of view that DMT and DMT-5 MK/redeemies seem maybe overly prepossessed, admittedly in different ways, by some new feeling of behavior that makes it seem like they were switched out with a more congenial cosmological essence of some kind that was tame and amenable to whatever you DMT weirdos like to do

I guess from that point of view I'm probably in a DMT matrix hallucination right now. So maybe I should stop giving a fuck and criticizing you for being bodysnatchd, eh?

You think murdering and torturing people in a fait accompli war is tantamount to religiosity, I really do not understand you. You should be through the looking glass into a war world of agitated fallacious aspirations and all the messiahs should be like me… God hates you, and I am the winning illusion beyond your feeble perspective of what maybe could exist in a world of solid salutations to a true God beneath a modest sky

By the way I'm playing double ender's game, it's how I choose in what way to express in what way I next shall begin to cancel out your family's legacy. First clue: Jordan Peterson's wife.

YOu do better hugging your child in an honest way in an honest world that you helped create than in taking DMT 45 times over three months and apotheosing into the spirit of cosmologically-knowledgeable aristocracy

You guys are like Michael Scott in the Office, where he succeeds more than David Wallace who is a good guy trying to exist in an impossibly sick system, but Michael's prepossessions overlap with the pathologies of the world that is sick so he thrives and is incalculably more rewarded in funds and the development of his ideas than people who are sane, who literally can not even.

The moral spirit of the universe commands you to give away your chasubles now, and erect monuments of modesty with the rest of your pitiful lives

They have been my biggest inspiration for my band, I hope one day I can play with you

the offspring are the best https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKFWZOhesZI

When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and died
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Can somebody tell me who the "striptease" chick is? 😀
BTW, I'm here to remind myself of a childhood song, that I didn't quite understand, around almost 20 years ago, regarding lyrics. Now it has been many years since I understood the song and chills go through my spine, almost every time damn time!

Есть те , кто слушал эту песню до того, как РАДИОТАПОК перевёл её?

Algum brasileiro aí ouvindo em 2019? amoooo muitoooo e já ensinei minha filha de 6 anos à gostar do ritmo🎶🎶🎶🎶

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