
« Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken. » (Bob Dylan)




















« Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken. » (Bob Dylan)




















Leftöver Crack est un groupe de punk hardcore new-yorkais connu pour ses engagements et sa musique sans concession. « One Dead Cop », brûlot anti-flic, figure sur l’album « Fuck World Trade » sorti en 2004.
En live à Tolmin, Slovénie, Août 2014.
En acoustique, le 4 Janvier 2008 à New York.
Lyrics (version album) :
[Verse 1]
Power abuse, authority misuse
They kill and rape
And it won’t be on the news
But you’re the good one
With the badge and a gun
Braggin’ how you blasted
Gunshot forty-one
[Pre-Chorus]
Policia!
Lined up on the wall
Policia!
Beat an animal
Policia!
Kill and lie some more
Policia!
Conspiracy to cage the poor!
[Chorus]
One dead cop
No more doughnut shop
More dead cops
Might make the hurting stop
Kill cops (x7)
[Pre-Chorus]
Policia!
Lined up on the wall
Policia!
Beat an animal
Policia!
Kill and lie some more
Policia!
Conspiracy to cage the poor!
[Bridge]
It’s a statement to the world, saying to the public, ‘Watch your ass.’
The cops can come into your house at anytime. You have no more rights anymore.
This is the world of big business, and if you don’t wanna playthe game you’d better be prepared to be locked up in prison or out on the streets.
The cops are like another gang, only like, maybe the biggest, y’know?
We’re all fuckin’ helpless. Fuck the police.
[Chorus]
One dead cop
No more doughnut shop
More dead cops
Might make the hurting stop
Kill cops (x7)
[Outro]
I never took such pleasure in a death
A hatred born of freedom’s dying breath
The police kill and then they lie some more
In a conspiracy to cage the poor

Version démente de « Sinkin’ Down », un des meilleurs morceaux de Scott H. Biram, en live en 2010 à Paris. Avec la satisfaction de pouvoir dire : « J’y étais ! »
Some day
Some how
I’m gonna make it go away
I been chasin’ these same old dreams around
Seems like forever and a day
Slippin’ down an old road again
Seems like I been this way before
This same old story’s like an old broken record
All the edges of my memories are worn
Steppin’ out
And fallin’ down
Through all the misery and sin
I’m sinkin’ fast in this old quicksand ground
Wish I could remember
What I had to do to live
Just like I did when I still had a handful of friends
Hey!
On the dawn
There’s a brand new horizon
It couldn’t be any worse than yesterday
Still in your heart
It’s just one more tomorrow
You gotta keep on beatin’ down the day
I keep starin’ up at the judge
Who says he won’t let me find my way
Hey!
Steppin’ out
And fallin’ down
Through all the feel good and pain
You take me in and you, spit me out
Drag it out just like a ball and chain
Would you believe some of my so called best friends
Don’t even know my name
Yeah!
Some day
Some how
I’m gonna make it go away
I been chasin’
These same old dreams around
Seems like forever and a day