Welcome my friend
To "Agency Of Hazards"
Book your own hip disaster trip
To greenhouse planet earth
Hurricane-havoc live!
We''ll drop you in, watch millions die!
[Chorus:]
Forsaken world
It's catastrophe time
Forsaken world
Hail storms and volcano
Tidal waves at coastal lines
Forsaken world
Take some picture
We guarantee the judgement day is coming
Mankind is blocked and nature's shocked
Weather out of control
Ruins under burning skies
Plus many souvenirs to buy!
[Chorus]
Welcome my friend
To "Agency Of Hazards"
Book your own hip disaster trip
To greenhouse planet earth
Hurricane-havoc live!
We'll drop you in, watch millions die!
An ironic song about the oncoming environmental destruction and global warming. People sunk in greed use the uncontrolled natural disasters as profitable spectacles and touristic attractions. Such a possibility is not far from reality, because climatic changes and extreme weather phenomena unfortunately hit mainly Third World Countries and Western World is expected to be affected quite later, so there is some time left for some new profitable business, something that actually happened in New Orleans disaster . Or maybe we’ll become altogether spectacles and tourist attractions in a turbulent biosphere created by climate change for fictitious extraterrestrial visitors from another world who also don’t have moral inhibitions to exploit everything for greed.
You can hear a song from this album in youtube
19 September, 2008
“Forsaken World” by Tankard, Album: The Beauty And The Beer (2006)
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Ετικέτες 00s decade, heavy metal, Tankard, thrash
03 September, 2008
“Genetic Overkill” by Tankard, Album: Beast of Bourbon, (2004)

You make me angry
With all those filthy lies
"For mankind beneficial"
Is what you always say
Greedy to the backbone
Blessed be biotechnology
Consequences unknown
Money for the mega-companies
Thank you for the "false" food
Cool, that we can be your guinea-pigs
Genetic Overkill - eat shit
We all will pay the bill - legal damaged health
Genetic Overkill - that's sick
We all will pay the bill - to increase their wealth
Hey, ruthless Monsanto
Your Third World homicide
Controls them, exploits them
With crops and pesticides
Sanctions for Europe
That's what Bush has to say
But we don't want those products
Almighty U.S.A.
Greedy to the backbone
Blessed be biotechnology
Consequences unknown
Money for the mega-companies
Thank you for the "false" food
Cool, that we can be your guinea-pigs
Genetic Overkill - eat shit
We all will pay the bill - legal damaged health
Genetic Overkill - that's sick
We all will pay the bill - to increase their wealth
Another surprise from a band that isn’t enough famous for their social and environmental awareness. Outspoken lyrics that take no prisoners about the issue of GMO (Genetically Modified Organisms) colossal multinational corporations, like Monsanto, try to release to environment, agriculture and food market all over the world in order to control world food production for more profits, disregarding probable irreversible consequences and impacts to environment, public health, social and economic automomy of Third World small local economies and no matter the independent scientists’ warnings about serious evidence for such risks: Allergy in humans, health hazards to animals fed with GMO, uncontrolled release and mixing GMO with conventional food, etc
You can hear a song from this album in youtube
Die with the beer in your hand
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Ετικέτες 00s decade, heavy metal, Tankard, thrash
10 June, 2008
Album: The Tankard by Tankard (1995)

A distinctive album by Tankard where the majority of the songs have to deal with sociopolitical and especially environmental issues.
Grave New World
Melt to the beat of the drum
Melt to be one, to be one
What thou were, what thou be
Creature of the hatchery
Not a man reeling free
Bear this mark of destiny
Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta
Is the song that society sings
Soma coma, fucking by numbers
And consume as much as you can
Free from love, free from hate
Sterile and stable
Urge and instinct channeling
Feeling disabled
Pour the genes into the mould
Of what is needed
Engineer conformity
The pool is weeded
No more devils, no more heaven
Grave new world
Free and killing or bound and willing
Slave or savage
Dear the calm weighed in souls
But the matter goes untold
What was one man's alone
Multiplies in wretched clones
Endless columns,
mother of sameness
Breeding life in a clinical way
Fear of flowers, learning and playing
For the ones
that are meant to be slaves
Factoried, standardized
Humans conditioned
Play the part
that they're ascribed
No free decision
No More doubt, no more quest
Nothing but answers
Whispered twenty million times
Til all believe them
We are clay in the hands
Of those who make us
In a vision not our own
Blindfolded robots
God is dead, man is god
Above his fellow
Nothing here's an accident
But you will not know
A song inspired from the novel “Brave New World” but the title turned to what such a sterile of true life world is: A grave new world, where people were transformed to working robot-like humanoids, in technical everlasting happiness (soma –happiness pill for any inner mental disturbance), without needs, emotions, intellectual pursuits, questions about society, etc.
Mess In The West
Out in the west, where the coyotes rest
Lives Ed on a dusty little ranch
400 miles from anything that smiles
Just snakes, tumbleweed,
and countro tapes
Barrels in an old mine,
waiting for the right time
Seepage into waterways and wells
"Cactus got a red head
and my chicken all dead,
I got green spots itchin' me like hell"
High life in the desert wasteland
There's a big mess in the west
Dioxin or heavy metal
It's a big mess in the west
Dump now you'll be payin' later
For the big mess in the west
"FUCK Inc., preaches ecology"
Boss smiles, holding up recycled cup
But in the night, when evil's out of site
His waste goes on west and disappears
Meanwhile in the distance,
Ed is kinda' pissed and
All his cows are growing funny horns
Ed is losing his hair,
and he's full of despair
"Christ Almighty, everything is wrong!"
Out in the west, where the coyotes rest
Lived Ed on a dusty little ranch
400 miles from anything that smiles
Just snakes, tumbleweed,
and country tapes
Ed was taken east
and noone ever missed him
Had no kids, no relatives, no wife
Then he was dissected,
data were corrected
But they won't be published on hour life
A great song that speak bluntly about how heavy polluting corporations throw their toxic waste in desert places (old mines, rivers, water sources, etc) where noone sees them, and in order to keep an environmental friendly image they use mass media for showing fake hypocritical spots or leaflets either for recycling, or for donations to environmental organizations. But years later, toxicity hits cattles, or even people because pollution has entered in the food chain and life cycles.
Atomic Twilight
Today it is quiet and peaceful
Year 2045, life in the domes is easy
Hermetically sealed,
keeping mankind alive
The outer regions are poisoned
The radiation's high
Ashes and dust are falling
Deadly heat, the planet is dry
Hellish days, toxic and infectious times
Atomic twilight outside
Nuclear gods, you brought us here
Dragging our would into fear
Hellish days, atomic twilight outside
It started just by testing
Some new technologies
Providing peace and balance
Back in those years
it did sound good to me
Now with the memories fading
I can't remember too well
But jealousy in our hearts
Wiped out reason, security failed
I went out again this evening
To watch the violet night
But my blind eyes don't see anything
Time is up, I feel the cancer inside
A futuristic vision of mankind living in domes underground in order to be protected by nuclear radiation that spread through the lands either by war of by peaceful use of nuclear energy. A blind survivor having cancer, recalls back and thinks how stupid they were, when they believe that nuclear energy would bring peace and security, so they gave their consent to develop extensively such a technology.
Fuck Christmas
Christmas time is here again
Time to give your cash to them
At the cross is where we'll meet
Leaving presents at his feet
Buy your gifts in harmony
Feed the Christmas industry
Fuck Christmas! All the time
Now I've got my yuletide pride!
Fuck Christmas! All the time
I've got Jesus on my side!
Fuck Christmas! Fuck Christmas!
Fuck Christmas! All the time!
Jesus came and Jesus went
Look at all the cash we spent
Mother Mary you will see
Never bought a Christmas tree
Christmas is for me and me
I give only to receive
Christmas time is here again ...
He was fuckin' born in August anyway ...
An anti-consuming song that focuses in the number-one celebration of consumerism, that of Christmas. Billions of money that could be used for social issues are thrown in vain these days only to feed Christmas industry and some of our false needs.
You can hear some songs in youtube
A song from this album that critisizes people's apathy:
Minds on the moon
and some more:
The beauty and the beast
The morning after
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Ετικέτες 90s decade, heavy metal, Tankard, thrash
14 May, 2008
Dancing On Our Grave by Tankard, Album: The meaning of life 1990

This living planet is dying fast
Beset by parasites a terrifying plague
Does mankind have a right to live?
We take the earth for what she has and death we give
Atomic powers and acid rain
The ozone gone, you ask what's going on,
we're
Dancing on our grave - careless with no regrets
Dancing on our grave - there's no more turning back
Eons of evolution ravaged by pollution,
now we are Dancing on our grave
Civilization reeks of its waste
A toxic curse that lies forever on the race
Emissions killing silently
Get in the ground, the air, the water, every tree
Tipping the balance that nature held
We aimed at others but we shot ourselves,
we're
Dancing on our grave - careless with no regrets
Dancing on our grave - there's no more turning back
An eco-revolution is the sole solution,
but we're Dancing on our grave
Pleading for nature is trendy now
Deeds are replaced by words while time is running out
We didn't care for much too long
Catastrophes, extinction, cancer prove us wrong
The train of "progress" still races on
Straight to the gates of Hell, bid you farewell
Dancing on our grave - careless with no regrets
Dancing on our grave - there's no more turning back
Once man has been erased,
the world might be a better place,
we're Dancing on our grave
A really great song about the responsibility of humans for their devastating way of living. Though the end is near we prefer to make ecology a fashion, still keeping on dancing carelessly on the suffering planet which soon will become our grave. But then, earth may become a better place for the rest of the surviving species.
You can hear some songs in youtube:
Space beer
The Morning after
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Ετικέτες 90s decade, heavy metal, Tankard, thrash
08 May, 2008
Album: Chemical invasion by Tankard, 1987

Don't Panic
Do you care for the world we live in?
Are you aware?
Death! Kill! war's running rampant
Kill! Die! your children are dead
But there's a cause - that's what they tell us
So they lie
Off to war - inflicting terror
Millions die
Let they say: Nothing's wrong at Chernobyl
And they've found another cure for AIDS
Send their guns to Nicaragua
And shake their fingers at Afghanistan
Don't panic - it's just our world
Fatal disease killing society
Safe sex!
No! Hope! They're all drossy cured
Last! Chance! Time's running out
Russian meltdown - people dying
Is it fair?
poison clouds - water our cities
Loss of fair
An ironic song about authorities' efforts to still our fears of successive wars, of environmental disasters, etc
Chemical Invasion
STOP THE CHEMICAL INVASION
German beer's among the finest
The beer is pure and chemical free
A standard set which we are proud of
A standard met by no other land
Purity laws and chemical free
No body pollution - no change!
Preservatives shall soon be common
And the beer will be bastardized
Cnemical invasion
Fight for your right to drink pure beer
Cnemical invasion
It's your right the time is here
Make a stand and try to fight it
They'll poison us with import beer
'Cause German beer - it is the purest
And there's no room for chemical here
Purity laws and chemical free
No body pollution - no change!
No loss for us - refuse to buy it
We'll rather keep our bodies clean
A humouristic song that deals with people's longing for chemical free traditionally made, biological/organic food and drink. The song is inpired by the controversy of one of the oldest food quality regulations about beer production in Germany the Reinheitsgebot
You can hear Chemical invasion among others in myspace
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Ετικέτες 80s decade, heavy metal, Tankard, thrash