We Don't Talk About The Weather

by No Values

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Michał - guitar, songs
Darek Dyrda - drums
Yura Kasyanenko - vocals, lyrics
Szymon Kwiatkowski - bass

Recorded and mixed at Mustache Ministry Studio

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released February 23, 2016

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No Values Warsaw, Poland

We are from Warsaw and we don't talk about the weather.

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Track Name: What else is there?
Brace yourself!
Brace yourself!
As now we face a real threat
Brace yourself!
Brace yourself!
As now we’ll really look concerned
Brace yourself!
Brace yourself!
We’re running low on cigarettes!

It’s just a TV-show - they said
Stay cool, while facing figures
Stay cool, while pulling trigger
Stay cool, we’ll care about the rest
It’s just a TV-show - they said
Don’t be afraid, while facing leaders
Don’t be afraid, the blood is fake

Pretty pictures selling pretty well
And this is what we’re doing here
Pretty pictures selling pretty well
And this is what they’re dying for

It’s a rule of demand and supply
“We cut and spare”
And there is nothing else there
Nothing else there
Track Name: Welcome To Da Club
Bomb that motherfuckers in the name of God!
Don’t let them fuck around!

Get it on!
My heart is full of glowing fire!
Let’s go! Let’s hit road!

You’ve asked for bad advice,
We got the lies you’d like to trust
Any kind of prayers for a better price!
You’ve asked for bad advice,
We take the payment in advance,
Now, gentlemen, roll the dice!

You are welcome in da club
Our lord don’t care about colors of your flag
Unless you got your bank account
Protected by fancy aircraft

Bomb that motherfuckers in the name of God!
Don’t let them fuck around!
Track Name: Chemistry!
I walk through open doors into the house when no one lives no more
Why is it so familiar? Could it be yours? Or could it be mine?


I walk through hall that’s full of ghosts inviting me to stay
They promise to teach me to walk through the walls
“Why are you so late?
Leave your bones behind the door! And sorrow will fade!
Leave your bones behind the door – today is the day!”

Chemistry! Nothing, but chemistry, brought you here
Chemistry! Nothing, but chemistry, that is real

There is a way to erase the reflection
The one you despise
There is a way to spread like a fog
Through that lovely familiar house
There is a way to erase the reflection
The one you despise

Don’t you lie on me! Don’t you lie!

There is no mirrors in this place
That I could clean
There is no mirrors in this place
No reflections to be seen

Chemistry! Nothing, but chemistry, that is real
Track Name: A Slap in the Face of Public Taste
Don't you bastards wanna teach me?!
Don't you wanna us all to act like you?
Don't you wanna preach?
Don't you want to show how to act real cool?

So raise your flag!
At your own backyard
Come on! Hoist that fucking rag!

Update the list of ones we hate
Update the rates
Refresh your tastes
Update the list of ones to be afraid of
Update before it’s too late

As we are ones who got the banks
As we’re the “niggers with a mother fukin’ guns”

“Can I have it like that?
You got it like that!”
“Can I have it like that?
You got it like that!”

Now don’t you remember they treated you like a fool
Back at school?

Now we are ones who got the banks
Now we’re the “niggers with a mother fukin’ guns”

“Can I have it like that?
You got it like that!”
“Can I have it like that?
You got it like that!”
Track Name: A Communist In a Family
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!

Somehow it came up your answers are wrong
And you’re no longer tall!
No!

Since I was a little boy, I see you people
From the upside down
(You failed us! You failed us!)
I’ve never trusted you are right because you wear a tie
(You failed us! You failed us!)
Since I was a little boy, I see you people
So confident and sound
(You failed us! You failed us!)
At last you’ve lost your brilliant smile
(You failed us! You failed us! You failed us!)

Somehow it came up, your answers are wrong
And you’re no longer tall!
No!

Hey, Miss Perfection, are you growing old?
Hey, Mister Tough, what is that you’re afraid of?

So how come the cops caught your son reading Marx?!
How come?!
Would you give a speech?!
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
Track Name: We Are the World
Give them what they want and carry on!
“We are the world, we are the children!”
Gears up, gentlemen!
“We are the ones to make a brighter day”
Gears up, gentlemen!
“It’s true, we’ll make a better day, just you and me!”

In the name of progress
In the name of commonwealth
There is princess to be saved

“Murder on the outside, everybody inside
Murder on the outside, everybody inside
Murder on the outside, everybody inside
Inside out now
Inside out now”

This is “Major Tom to ground control”
Seems we are stuck in this hole

“We are the world, we are the children!”
We’re dressed in black
The brighter flames are burning -
The brighter is the day
Track Name: Society Of Saints
Oh, we’ve been waiting for too long!

You’re waiting in the line to enter
But the dance floor is empty!

Oh my lord!
Society of saints is closed!

Society of saints is closed!
Seems we are only monks here!
Society of saints is closed!
But we’ve been waiting for too long

As men are packed with cash
Get this party started!
As ladies dressed real well and ready for a dance
Get this party started!
Track Name: Let’s Fuck With The News On
Over and over pity statistics!
It’s not getting better! It’s not getting better!
I’ve read the paper, it’s getting worse!

Over and over pity statistics!
It’s not getting better! It’s not getting better!
I’ve studied figures: looks we are cursed!

Over and over pity statistics!
It’s not getting better! It’s not getting better!
The TV says it’s worse that we’ve supposed!

Over and over pity statistics!
More bloody reports!
More blood - is what they want!
More bloody reports!
Oh Brave new world!

I’ve turned the TV on, a pretty with a microphone sings, she’s “so crazy in love”
Have you checked the price for oil?!
Have you heard the east is boiling?!
Have you heard, they gonna get of at your home?!
Turn this off!
I heard, there is a bomb with your name on!
I wonder if they drop it, listening to your lovely song
Track Name: Get It On, Adorno!
Get it on!
Get it on!
Get it on!
Don’t you feel like dinosaur?
Get it on!
Get it on!
Get it on!
Kids don’t give a damn about class war!

Snub your nose!
They don’t care about Adorno!
Snub your nose!
They don’t care about Foucault!
Snub your nose!
They don’t care about Madonna!
They don’t care no more!

“Do not ask who I am and
Do not ask me to remain the same.”

Get it on!
Get it on!
Get it on!
Don’t you feel like dinosaur?
Get it on!
Get it on!
Get it on!
Kids don’t give a damn about class war!
Track Name: Marionettes, Inc.
We got solution for the ones with broken hearts!

This would never tell you lies,
Would never make you cry,
Would never look behind,
Would never look around,
Would never find
Anything you’d like to hide

Your friends would never doubt,
You got a perfect life
So pick up phone!
Call us right now!

Free updates! No charge!
We trust it’s better off without a heart!

You would be surprised to find
There’s no living soul around
You’d never doubt,
Why does it feel so right!

Free updates! No charge!
We trust it’s better off without a heart!
Track Name: No Milk In Plan B
Well-organized life, everything on it’s place
And you’re going just fine, according to your plan

Unless the traffic jams
Unless the snow delays
Unless the leaves on runway
Unless it’s dark downstairs
Unless you took a wrong gate
Unless the fine art school
Has run out of paint
Unless it’s clear the only exit
Is through the window
Unless the windows here are celled

You gonna do real well!
You gonna do real well!

You know well how many friends your schedule handles
You know well how many minutes left to place they hang in
You know the topic of the day
You know, what you’re supposed to say
You know, there’s no sense anyway

Don’t want it!
Don’t want it!
Don’t want it!
Don’t want it!
Don’t want it!
Don’t want it!

But are just in time
As you are organized one
So disciplined and sound
And you know well your part

And that the way you run your life
And that the way you run your life
Track Name: A Better You
Your part is easy one!
Come on, let’s have some fun!
Your part is easy one!
Come on, let’s have some fun!
Show me your lovely local,
Show me the place you were born,
Made of your flesh and bones,
I gonna be your clone

I’ll be a better you
I’ll be a better copy
I’ll be a better you
A copy of a copy

Not the first one,
Not the final version yet
Not the best one,
But the last, you’ll ever get

I’ll be a better you
I’ll be a better copy
I’ll be a better you
A copy of a copy
Track Name: Generic Screamo
Go get yourself a proper job
Go get yourself a proper t-shirt
Take a good look in a mirror
Are your kids here at the show?
Too many different parties
Different parties
Different parties
All are the same

Lest we forget
All the vows, that we made
Lest we forget
All the speeches, we said
Lest we forget
All the octaves we played
Lest we forget
So
“Cry me a river boy”
Down on your knees, microphone off
“Cry me a river girl”
My little queen, you’re growing old

Too many different parties
Different parties
Different parties
But you’re going home

Go get yourself a proper job
Go get yourself a proper t-shirt
Go get yourself some sleep
As it is so damn boring here

Go get yourself some sleep
As it is so damn boring here