Beste Schrottpresse-leden,

Wegens diverse afzeggingen, vakantiegangers, harde werkers en de aankomende kerstvakantie wordt er in januari volgend jaar pas weer geoefend. Genoeg tijd dus voor een optimale voorbereiding voor het optreden! Beetje voorbarig misschien, maar alvast vrolijk kerstfeest en een voorspoedig 2007!!!

Met vriendelijke groet,

De Schrottpresse-directie.

Vooruit dan maar weer….

0) For whom the bell tolls <opwarmertje?> (Z: Mas, G: Mas, Tobm)

1) Digging the grave (Z: Mas, G: Tobm)

2) Time is running out. (Z: Mas, G: Mas, Tobm)

3) Juicebox (Z: Mas, G: Mas, Tobm))

4) …Dancefloor (Z: Tobm, G: Mas, Tobm)

5) Demoncleaner (Z: Tobm, G: Mas)

6) God hates a coward (Z: Mas, G: Tobm)

7) I will survive (Z: Tobm, G: Mas, Tobm)

Fake tales… (Z: Tobm, G: Mas, Tobm)

9) Warpigs (Z: Mas, G: Mas, Tobm)

9) I Am the Highway (Z: Tobm, G: Mas)

10) Call of Ktulu

11)Sonne (Z: Tobm, G: Mas, Tobm?)

12) Keine lust (Z: Mas, G: Mas, Tobm)

13) Stockholm syndrome <nog 1 kans geven…> (Z: Mas, G: Mas, Tobm)

14) Plug-in Baby (Z: Mas, G: Mas, Tobm) <toch maar weer wel..af en toe..>

“KEINE LUST VOM SCHNEE ZU GEHEN…”

Welkom op de officiële site van SCHROTTPRESSE!

(This Art is made by The Stoter)

Beste Schrottpresse-leden,

Er is vooralsnog onzekerheid over het wel of niet doorgaan van de eerstvolgende oefensessie op 10 november. Het is namelijk nog niet helemaal zeker of Tobm van de partij kan zijn. Mocht dat het geval zijn, dan leek het ons het beste om de oefensessie te verplaatsen naar vrijdag 17 november. Als Tobm echter wel beschikbaar is voor aanstaande vrijdag, dan gaat het oefenen uiteraard gewoon door. We proberen hier zo snel mogelijk duidelijkheid over te verschaffen. Excuses voor het ongemak.

Met vriendelijke groet,

De Schrottpresse-Directie.

Regelementen, suggesties, op/aanmerkingen betreffende het eerstvolgende optreden kan je hier plaatsen

Drop hier je suggesties en ideeën voor nieuwe nummers.

Beste Schrottpresse-leden. Wegens uiteenlopende redenen wordt de oefensessie (gepland op vrijdag 6 oktober) verschoven naar vrijdag 13 oktober.

Beste Schrottpresse-leden. Voor vrijdag 7 oktober zijn de volgende nummers toegevoegd aan de playlist:

-I bet you look good on the dancefloor (Artic Monkeys) /Vocals: Tobm

-Fake tales of San Francisco (Artic Monkeys)/ Vocals: Tobm

-I will Survive (Cake)/ Vocals: Mas.

Na verdere selectie zijn de volgende nummers van de oude playlist nog overgebleven:

-Digging the grave

-Juicebox

-God hates a coward

-I Am the Highway

-Sonne/Keine lust

-Bullet in the head

-Time is running out

-Call of Ktulu

-Demoncleaner

Beste Schrottpresse-leden! Het is alleen mogelijk om te oefenen op dinsdag(17:00-20:00 en 20:00-23:00), woensdag (17:00-20:00 en 20:00-23:00), donderdag (17:00-20:00) en vrijdag (17:00-20:00 en 20:00-23:00). Dus daarom stel ik voor om 1 keer in de 2 weken op vrijdag te gaan oefenen van 20:00 tot 23:00. Laat het maar even weten wat jullie daar van vinden, dan kan ik volgende week Kristian op de hoogte stellen.

Groeten van Mas.

Hier kan je alle teksten vinden van de nummers die we spelen of (ooit) gespeeld hebben. De titels zijn in alfabetische volgorde gerangschikt.

Bullet in the head, Rage against the machine. (Vocals: Tobm)

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin’ proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was read
That’s how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You were mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin’ a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

(Chorus):
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Run it!

(Chorus)

Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin’ all the lies that they’re tellin’ ya
Buyin’ all the products that they’re sellin’ ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin’ bullet in ya head

(Chorus)
Uggh! Yeah! Yea!

Ya standin’ in line
Believin’ the lies
Ya bowin’ down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

Ya standin’ in line
Believin’ the lies
Ya bowin’ down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head (x15)!
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin’ head!

Yeah!

Bullet the blue sky, U2/Sepultura. (Vocals: Mas)

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
]from the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below

(Chorus):
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher

(Chorus)

….run into the arms of america

Call of Ktulu, Metallica. (“Vocals”: Tobm?)

(….wousssshhh….)

Demoncleaner, Kyuss. (Vocals: Tobm)

I’ve got the demons in me
I’ve got to brush them all way
I feel the demons rage
I must clean them all away
Yeah

It’s sad to see more rage
Cobwebs in the way
That magic cleaner will shine his smile on my face
Yeah

I am the demon cleaner who saves the day
I got the back wall
Important they’ll always stay
Yeah

If only one thing that you know
Imposters from the show
They’ll try to trick you into
Normal treatment
Oh, don’t you listen to them say
Shush them all away

I am the demon cleaner
Madman of encino
I am the freedom bleeding
Standing naked here to say

I’m the only way (x4)

Digging the grave, Faith no more. (Vocals: Mas)

It would be wrong to ask you why
Because I know what goes inside
Is only half of what come out
Isn’t that what it’s about?
To remind us we’re alive
To remind us we’re not blind
In that big, black hole
Comfortable
Digging the grave, I got it made
Let something in or throw something out?
You left the door open wide
I know you have a reason why
That knot is better left untied
I just went and undid mine
It takes some time
And the shadows so big
It takes the sun out of the day
And the feeling goes away
If you close the door
Comfortable
And it’s out of this world
Comfortable

For whom the bell tolls, Metallica. (Vocals: Mas)

Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by whos to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? they do not know
Suffered wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

(Chorus):
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

(Chorus)

God hates a coward, Tomahawk. (Vocals: Mas)

I’ve sewn my seeds with a metric grosse
No footsteps go beyond it
I’ll eat the death
Where the rooster crows
Flesh rodeo, yee-har, it’s
Just to push in your teardrops
Make you a cyclops
Breakin’ the branches off your family tree
Keep you up like a fluffer girl
Ain’t that enough of the
Look in the sewer for my pedigree
Your truly cause repeats its pulse
And makes your tears, if you needed too
Make me blow my brains out
Pointin’ the gun
Put my neck in a noose
But I’m hangin’ tough

Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my

Listen closer to your mother
You can hear ocean roar
Sittin’ quiet in the corner
Put another record on
God hates a coward, sonny
Got a date with your VCR
Watch another action movie
Dream of me

On the only piano
Wrote the fuckin’ concerto
Shoot pool with your eyeballs
Rack ‘em up
Make a meal of your asshole
Gnaw on your fat soul
Dipping your heart in my vinegar
Like a million disappeared
Just how long did you think they would live
Prepare yourself
Come on defend
And everyone defend
$###***&&%%!
And give me something to kill
I’ll never finish my plate
Or I’ll burn it up

Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day my, day, my, day, day, day, my

I am the highway, Audioslave. (Vocals: Tobm)

Pearls and swine bereft of me
Long and weary my road has been
I was lost in the cities
Alone in the hills
No sorrow or pity for leaving I feel

(Chorus):
I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky

Friends and liars don’t wait for me
I’ll get on all by myself
I put millions of miles
Under my heels
And still too close to you
I feel

(Chorus)

(Chorus)
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night

I want you, Danko jones. (Vocals: Tobm)

When she walks out all the boys on the block start to yell out
They open up their mouths but they don’t know what they’re talking about
She’s in little need of someone to hold tonight
But if you make a move I’m willing to bet that she just might
Everytime she looks away you look away too
I know what you’re thinking you don’t know what to do…

You got to say…. (x2)
I want you more than anything (x3)
I do I do I do!

Time is wasting opportunity knocks then it’s gone
Makes sense to speak from the heart ’cause you can never go wrong
Too many people telling too many lies
Go with what you know when the feeling’s inside
I know you can do it if you start thinking “Yes”
Yes I can, Yes I will, Yes I will pass the test..

You got to say…. (x4)
I want you more than anything (x3)
I do I do I do!

When she walks out all the boys on the block start to yell out
They open up their mouths but they don’t know what they’re talking about
She’s in little need of someone to hold tonight
But if you make a move I’m willing to bet that she just might
Everytime she looks away you look away too
I know what you’re thinking you don’t know what to do…

You got to say… (x4)
I want you more than anything (x3)
I do I do I do
I really really do!

Juicebox, The strokes. (Vocals: Mas)

Everybody sees me
But its not that easy
Standing in the lightfield
Standing in the lightfield
Waiting for some action
Waiting for some action
Why wont you come over here

(Chorus):
Why wont you come over here
We’ve got a city to love
Why wont you come over here
We’ve got a city to love

Old time grudges
Will die so slowly
I know you miss the
Way I saw you
And cold
You’re so cold (x3)

Nobody can see me
Everythings too easy
Standing in the lightfield
Standing in the lightfield
Waiting for some actress
Waiting for some actress
To say Why wont you come over here

(Chorus)

Old time love song
Will die so swiftly
You never trust me
For a while
It was nice
But its time to say bye

Cold
You’re so cold (x3)

NO NO NO Cold
You’re so cold (x3)

NO NO NO NO Cold
You’re so cold (x3)

Oh
You’re so cold

Keine lust, Rammstein. (Vocals: Mas)

Ich hab’ keine Lust (x4)

Ich habe keine Lust mich nicht zu hassen
Hab’ keine Lust mich anzufassen
Ich hätte Lust zu onanieren
Hab’ keine Lust es zu probieren
Ich hätte Lust mich auszuziehen
Hab’ keine Lust mich nackt zu sehen

(Chorus):
Ich hätte Lust mit großen Tieren
Hab’ keine Lust es zu riskieren
Hab’ keine Lust vom Schnee zu gehen
Hab’ keine Lust zu erfrieren

Ich hab’ keine Lust (x3)
Nein ich hab’ keine Lust

Ich habe keine Lust etwas zu kauen
Denn ich hab’ keine Lust es zu verdauen
Hab’ keine Lust mich zu wiegen
Hab’ keine Lust im Fett zu liegen

(Chorus)
Ich bleibe einfach liegen
Und wieder zähle ich die Fliegen
Lustlos fasse ich mich an
Und merke bald ich bin schon lange kalt
So kalt, mir ist kalt…
so kalt, mir ist kalt

Mir ist kalt, so kalt (x3)
Mir ist kalt

Ich hab’ keine Lust

Killing in the name, Rage against the machine. (Vocals: Tobm)

Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses (x4)
Huh!

Killing in the name of! (x2)

And now you do what they told ya (x11)
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya

(Chorus):
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses (x4)
Uggh!

Killing in the name of! (x2)

And now you do what they told ya (x4)

And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control (x7 )
And now you do what they told ya!

(Chorus)
Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me (x8)
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me! (x8)
Motherfucker!
Uggh!

My own summer, Deftones. (Vocals: Tobm)

Hey you, big star, tell me when it’s over

Hey you, big mood, guide me to shelter
`Cause i’m through when the two hits the six and it’s summer

(Chorus):
Cloud
Come (shove it) [x3]
Shove (shove it) [x3]
The sun (shove it) [x3]
Aside (shove it aside)

(Chorus2):
I think god is moving it’s tongue
There’s no crowd in the streets
And no sun in my own summer

The shade is a tool, a device, a savior
See, i try and look up to the sky
But my eyes burn

(Chorus) (x2)
(Chorus2)

(Chorus)

Plug in baby, Muse. (Vocals: Mas)

I’ve exposed your lies, baby
The underneath’s no big surprise
Now it’s time for changing
And cleansing everything
To forget your love

(Chorus):
My plug in baby
Crucifies my enemies
When I’m tired of giving
My plug in baby
In unbroken virgin realities
Is tired of living

Don’t confuse
Baby you’re gonna lose
You’re own game
Change me
Replace the envying
To forget your love

(Chorus)

And I’ve your loving,
Mine is gone
And I’ve been in trouble

Sonne, Rammstein. (Vocals: Tobm)

Eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, zehn
Alle warten auf das Licht
furchtet euch furchtet euch nicht
die Sonne scheint mir aus den Augen
sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen
und die Welt zahlt laut bis zehn

Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Hier kommt die Sonne

Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Handen
kann verbrennen, kann euch blenden
wenn sie aus den Fausten bricht
legt sich heiss auf das Gesicht
sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen
und die Welt zahlt laut bis zehn

Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Und wird nie vom Himmel fallen
Funf
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht , neun
Hier kommt die Sonne

Stockholm syndrome, Muse. (Vocals: Mas)

I won’t stand in your way
let your hatred grow
and she’ll scream
and she’ll shout
and she’ll pray
and she had a name
yeah she had a name

and I won’t hold you back
let your anger rise
and we’ll fly
and we’ll fall
and we’ll burn
no one will recall
no one will recall

(Chorus):
this is the last time I’ll abandon you
and this is the last time I’ll forget you
I wish I could

look to the stars
let hope burn in your eyes
and we’ll love
and we’ll hope
and we’ll die
all to no avail
all to no avail

(Chorus)

(Chorus)

Time is running out, Muse. (Vocals: Mas)

I think I’m drowning
asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
that you’ve created

you’re something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

you will be the death of me (x2)
(Bridge):
bury it
I won’t let you bury it
I won’t let you smother it
I won’t let you murder it

(Chorus);
our time is running out
our time is running out
you can’t push it underground
you can’t stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
but I’m addicted

now that you know I’m trapped sense of elation
you’d never dream of
breaking this fixation

you will squeeze the life out of me

(Bridge)
(Chorus)
how did it come to this?
ooooohh

you will suck the life out of me

(Bridge)
(Chorus)
How did it come to this?
ooooohh