O Puto. Gaearreiro – Apresentação. O primeiro de muitos passos. Nova Vaga Hardcore. Eco.nspiracy – Records & Propaganda. 2012. O puto não se droga, não fuma e não bebe. O puto nunca cede, informações recebe e só depois concebe soluções para muitos dos seus problemas. O puto usa XVX nos emblemas. Temas com lemas sobre o que o puto se preocupa. Com zines e livros é que o puto se educa. O puto não come carne. O puto não bebe leite. O puto não come peixe. O puto não é aceite de maneira nenhuma e em lado nenhum, pois os outros são mais que muitos e o puto é apenas um. Mas o puto é determinado e aguenta firme. Trava a batalha contra os poderosos do regime. Sozinho, o puto segue o seu caminho, sem soldados aliados, ao som de beats pesados. A cena do puto é Hardcore Underground, vida louca, manga-cava, bandana e fast sound. O puto caminha descalço por cima das brasas. O mundo contra o puto, querem-lhe cortar as asas. O puto é um rebelde com mais que uma causa. O puto é low-pro não anda aqui para mandar pausa. Sapatos usados, reciclados do lixo. Sweat preta de capuz; vêm-no como um ‘bicho’. Roupa velha, mau aspecto, mas com algum intelecto, xxxungaria com valores, traçando o seu trajecto. Puto sem fama, sem manhas, sem jeito, sem estilo. Mas o puto dá o litro e o puto é como um grilo. Lá fora todos o ouvem mas ninguém o vê, escondido no subsolo representa TVD. São muitos sonhos que o puto realiza, o mérito valoriza, o puto sintoniza - 2560 - a estação, rádio pirata. Ondas a transmitir que o capitalismo mata. Mainstream tem muito líquido e pouca “nata” e o puto não liga nem ao ouro nem à prata. O puto é a ovelha negra no meio do rebanho. Puto sempre em viagem, nem sempre toma banho. O puto não se vende, insiste contra a corrente. O puto é como é, rema com fé conta a maré. Luta pelo amor com uma flor e luta pela vida mesmo que isso traga dor. Ya! O puto é bem-disposto, imprevisível e vivaz, com muito mais cenas boas, yo, do que cenas más. O puto é consciente e tenta ser coerente, dando o melhor de si, o puto é boa gente. O puto é puto porque não quer crescer. Os adultos são demónios, o puto é puto até morrer. I’m gonna stay young until I die! (English translation) The Kid. Gaeawarrior – Introduction. The first of many steps. Nova Vaga Hardcore. Eco.nspiracy – Records & Propaganda. 2012. The kid doesn’t do drugs, doesn’t smoke and doesn’t drink. The kid never gives in. He filters information and that helps him to solve his problems. The kid uses XVX patches. Topics about issues that the kid is connected to. The kid educates himself reading zines and books. The kid doesn’t eat meat. The kid doesn’t drink milk. The kid doesn’t eat fish. The kid doesn’t fit in because the others are many and the kid is just one. But the kid is determined and he’s standing strong. He fights the battle against the powerful. Alone, the kid follows his own way, with no soldiers by his side, listening to heavy beats. The kid is into Underground Hardcore. Crazy life, sleeveless T-Shirt, bandana and fast sounds. The kid walks barefoot on embers. The world against the kid, they want to cut off his wings. The kid is a rebel with more than a cause. The kid is low-profile, he’s not an attention seeker. Second hand shoes founded in the dumpster, black hoodie, they see him as a freak. Old clothes, a different look but with good values and some knowledge. Kid with no fame, no games, no skills and no style. But the kid gives his best and he’s like a cricket. Outside everyone hears him but no one sees him. Hidden in the Underground he represents TVD. The kid turns his dreams into reality, the kid values merit above everything, the kid tunes – 2560 – the pirate radio station. Waves transmitting that capitalism kill. Mainstream is empty and the kid doesn’t fight for gold or silver. The kid is the black sheep of the flock. The kid is always travelling around and sometimes he doesn’t shower. The kid never sells out, he fights against the current. The kid is unique, he rows against the tide. He fights for love with a flower and fights for life even if it brings pain. The kid is easygoing, unpredictable and cheerful, with more good things than bad things. The kid is conscious and tries to be as coherent as possible. The kid is a kid because he doesn’t want to grow up. Adults are demons and the kid will stay a kid until he dies. I’m gonna stay young until I die!

Ratazanas com Bandanas. Contra o sistema. GAEA em directo das trincheiras. We’ll never give up, never retreat, never surrender. Viva la Revolución! Guerra entre as máquinas e os humanos. São duelos entre conscientes e insanos. Mas nós não mudamos com o passar dos anos. Reunidos em submundos suburbanos, monstros causando danos. Manos a sair dos canos. Somos ratazanas muito sanas, com bandanas, guerrilhas urbanas. Dá-se a invasão, acção, putos de “X” na mão. A firestorm do purify, tudo em ebulição. Discriminação, exploração, capitalismo. Poluição abala o mundo como um sismo. Fascismo incorporado, vocês olham-me de lado, mas este sistema não pode ser reformado. Nativos selvagens lançam flechas contra o estado. Na linha da frente, in the land of the dead. I’ll never give in, yeah, that’s what I said. Soldados do governo contra guerreiros da revolução. Não desistimos, resistimos à opressão. E insistimos com compaixão no coração. Punhos fechados (Yeah!), dentes cerrados (Yeah!). Porque é depois dos actos que se vêem os resultados. Somos a esperança e somos a mudança, a semente de um mundo novo que sonha com a bonança. “Break down the walls”, nós derrubamos o muro porque somos um exército que marcha rumo ao futuro. Em nome de todas as vítimas e reprimidos. Contra os oprimidos muitos abusos são consentidos, quando isso beneficia a burguesia no poder, GAEA, True Till Death, luta até morrer. Capitalista não divide, ele come o bolo inteiro. Passa-se por amigo mas no fundo é interesseiro. Ele lucra com o ouro - quem trabalha é o mineiro. O sangue dos escravos que mancha todo o vosso dinheiro. Blagh! (English translation) Rats with Bandanas. Against the System. GAEA in the trenches. We’ll never give in, never give up, never surrender. Viva la Revolución! A war between humans and machines. Conflicts between the sane and the crazy. The time passes by but we will never change our ways. We gather in the suburbs, this is “The Underground”. We’re like monsters destroying everything. Brothers coming out from the sewers. We’re like sane rats with bandanas, urban guerillas. The invasion takes place, action, X’d up kids – a firestorm to purify. Everything’s in flames, burning. Discrimination, exploitation, capitalism. Pollution shakes this world like an earthquake. Fascism comes from within while they look at me with disdain. This System cannot be reformed. Natives throw arrows at the State. In the frontline, in the land of the dead. I’ll never give in, yeah, that’s what I said. Soldiers against warriors. We don’t give up, we resist. And we insist with compassion in our hearts. Clenched fists, clenched teeth. We’ll be able to see the results after the actions. We represent hope and change. We’re the seeds of a new world that dreams with bonanza. “Break down the walls, we’ll bring them down”. We’re an army marching towards the future. In the name of the victims, against the oppressed, abuses are permitted when the bureaucrats in power benefit from it. GAEA, True Till Death, fights until the end. A capitalist never shares, he eats the whole cake. He acts like a friend but he’s just a liar. He profits from gold but the miner is the one who works. The blood of the slaves that taints all your money. Blagh!

Dias Negros. The dark days! My dark days! Yeah! Neste mundo irreal o social é bem fatal e isto não passa de um holocausto canibal, onde eu sou mais uma presa, blagh. Eles salivam. Eles não cativam, eles só desmotivam. Eles são quem torna os meus dias sombrios, congelam os sonhos deixando-me com arrepios. Dias negros, bem pesados, mal passados. Correr para ver o que vai acontecer. Nascer, perder, morrer. Podes crer. A vida é a doer, sempre a mexer, coração a bater. Mas um dia tudo se irá desvanecer. São dias de um futuro adormecido. Noites macabras onde o sonho é destruído. São dias de um passado esquecido, devido ao erro cometido. Eu fico comovido, choro enraivecido. O prometido é devido. No presente sem sentido, o que dói é vivido, nada de bom é conseguido. São dias de um futuro adormecido. Noites macabras onde o sonho é destruído. Sou o rei da selva furioso, escuta o rugido. Escuta o rugido! Mais um desabafo neste dia cinzento, rogando pragas a esta selva de cimento. Já não há sucessos e já não há vitórias, só uma ou outra coisa que me faz rir nas memórias. Coração sem motivação neste “mundo cão”, causa depressão de longa duração. Então, vejo uma tempestade em aproximação mas desvio-me dos pingos da chuva com exactidão. Sumir, fugir do há-de vir. Agir para corrigir. Parar de consumir. Após a reflexão dá-se a reacção da minha convicção. Surge o ataque do leão, o inimigo vai ao chão. São dias de um futuro adormecido. Noites macabras onde o sonho é destruído. São dias de um passado esquecido, devido ao erro cometido. Eu fico comovido, choro enraivecido. O prometido é devido. No presente sem sentido, o que dói é vivido, nada de bom é conseguido. São dias de um futuro adormecido. Noites macabras onde o sonho é destruído. Sou o rei da selva furioso, escuta o rugido. Escuta só o rugido! (English translation) Dark Days. The dark days! My dark days! Yeah! In this unreal world the social is fatal and everything’s just a cannibal holocaust where I’m one more prey, blagh, and they drool all over me. They don’t stimulate, they just discourage. They turn my days into shadows and they freeze my dreams leaving me shaking in the cold. Dark days, heavy days, hard days. Run to see what’s gonna happen. Being born, to lose, to die. You bet. Life hurts, never stands still, the heart beats. But one day everything will end. These are the days of a forgotten future. Macabre nights where the dreams are destroyed. These are the days of a forgotten past. The consequences of the mistakes. I’m deeply moved, I feel angry and I’m crying. In a present with no meaning, everything hurts and nothing good is achieved. These are the days of a forgotten future. Macabre nights where the dreams are destroyed. I’m the king of the jungle, I’m furious, listen to the mighty roar! I try to get it off my chest, heap curses upon this concrete jungle. There are no successes and there are no victories. Just a few things in my memory make me smile. Heart without motivation. This crazy world causes me an everlasting depression. So, I see a storm coming in this way but I deviate from each and every rain drop. To escape, to turn my back and run away from what’s coming. Act to correct. Stop consuming. After my reflection - from my conviction comes a reaction. The lion attacks and the enemy hits the ground. These are the days of a forgotten future. Macabre nights where the dreams are destroyed. These are the days of a forgotten past. The consequence of the mistakes. I’m deeply moved, I feel angry and I’m crying. In a present with no meaning, everything hurts and nothing good is achieved. These are the days of a forgotten future. Macabre nights where the dreams are destroyed. I’m the king of the jungle, I’m furious, listen to the mighty roar!

Kung Fu the System. Every single day the same story on loop. No one is free until all are free. This is no life and I’m sick of it all. This System kills and I can’t stand this any longer. Riot – keeping the struggle alive. Riot – so let’s start a riot. Riot. C’mon, c’mon, join the fight. One life, one chance, you better do it right. They destroy the world, our future and our lives. It’s payback time, retribution in our minds. Spray mace right in the cop’s face. Watch them losing sight, losing the race. Who’s the mouse, who’s the cat in this game? Me and my dogs barking at the end of the lane. Charging against police lines. “No Pain, No Gain”. And I refuse to live by their lies. So, tell me: What is it gonna be? Will you fight back or watch them kill your family, cause they’re gonna do it, you see? With nothing to lose, just green to win, we’re in a garbage bin, fighting their sin. They wage wars, we get stuck in between. Just take a deep look at this world we all live in. It’s a man made hell, blagh, are we dreaming? No, this is real, a real nightmare. And I swear, I only fight for what’s fair. Total liberation through total destruction of civilization and all this abomination. Desperation, living in alienation. Cause money rules this entire blind nation. No future, no hope. Is there a solution? It’s in our hands to start a revolution! I am armed with wild dreams that are now turning into screams. The next words go out to you. Gonna Kung Fu your System. Are you ready? We made blood pact. We’re like a wolf pack. We’re gonna smack our claws on your back, back. Your total demise is our secret desire. Gonna burn down your empire. We made blood pact. We’re like a wolf pack. We’re gonna smack our claws on your back, back. Your total demise is our secret desire. Gonna burn down your empire. Gonna burn down your empire. Yeah! Here I go again… roll the dice, no luck so roll it twice. We reach the surface like underground mice. We cover our faces, so they could see the real face of radical ecology. It’s them who wear masks, not us. We believe our stance makes a difference and it does. Set fire to all prisons. Open the cages, liberate, enter a new season. Set fire to all courthouses. Free the people, free the land. And destroy all the slaughterhouses. They can hide and they can run, but I’ll shoot them down with my V-Gun!

Gonna Rise for Revolution. Yeah, c’mon, let’s fight the power! Let’s take back our lives! Out of step, black sheep, not part of the flock. ’96 Hardcore, roots in punk rock. The end is near, it will stop the Earth clock. To know the Planet was doomed that was a big shock. But I fight like the ones before me have fought. Some got shot, but some are still part of the Black Block. Yeah, the world is such a fucked up place. And yeah, I am down to defeat disgrace. Eat well, sleep well and drink a lot of water. A positive approach, I don’t wanna end up in a gutter. This is my life and I do what I please. My freedom ends where the other’s freedom begins. You say: “Another world is possible” that is a “maybe”. That is one more reason to question authority. Because I’m damn sick of all their hypocrisy. Rich vs Poor - what a lame reality. These are my rhymes, my style my flow, flow. I live too fast, I’ll try to keep it slow, slow. I open the window, feel the wind blow, blow. I open my wings bro, fly like a crow, crow. Mi Vida Loca, I just let it go, go. I plant a seed and then watch it grow, grow. To those fakers playing just for show, show. My middle finger in the air, oooooohhhhhh. I got a bow and I got an arrow, though I try to keep my profile low. Always in the shadow like Robin Hood. Everyone has the right to shelter, clothes and food. Nowadays everything’s made to be sold. I’m a young warrior shouting “Fuck you and your gold!”. Yeah, this is me against the world. And yeah, I am armed with a mind and a clean soul. I am a street kid with a crooked smile. Trust me, things are about to get wild. Clenched fist, hoods up, angry every day. I’m a pissed off kid shouting “Circle that A”. Veganarchist, antagonist, abolitionist. Wearing a shirt where you can read “Antifascist”. Straight Edge but not an asshole, I am X’d. No drugs, no alcohol, no addiction to sex. These are my rhymes, my style my flow, flow. I live too fast, I’ll try to keep it slow, slow. I open the window, feel the wind blow, blow. I open my wings bro, fly like a crow, crow. Mi Vida Loca, I just let it go, go. I plant a seed and then watch it grow, grow. To those fakers playing just for show, show. My middle finger in the air, oooooohhhhhh. While devils in blue are patrolling the streets, me and my crew are rapping to DU-Z beats, spitting metaphors for punches and kicks. Like land mines blowing up these pricks. Or hand grenades thrown by these renegades. Cause we’re the real picture, you – a blurry shade that fades. Yeah, believe me this shit is real. And yeah, listen this is what I feel. Punk’s not dead, do you wanna bet? I’m a living prove of that, yeah, you just get fat. It’s never enough to fill your belly. After eating the whole cake you still crave for the cherry. But this is a mob, not a rally. We’re the stepping stone, we watch your government fail. I smile when I see that the cops are about to bail. This is a death race, I’m the rabbit, you’re the snail. These are my rhymes, my style my flow, flow. I live too fast, I’ll try to keep it slow, slow. I open the window, feel the wind blow, blow. I open my wings bro, fly like a crow, crow. Mi Vida Loca, I just let it go, go. I plant a seed and then watch it grow, grow. To those fakers playing just for show, show. My middle finger in the air, oooooohhhhhh. Passion before fashion. Make the connection. No love for a nation. Solution is education. No intoxication. A war on preparation against world’s domination. Gonna Rise for Revolution! I’m gonna rise. You gonna rise. We gonna rise. Rise! Rise! For Revolution! I’m gonna rise. You gonna rise. We gonna rise. Rise! Rise! For Revolution! This isn’t fiction; we’re living in the Matrix. Controlled by the machines, it’s time to stand up and face this. So let’s face this. Once and for all. Let’s face this. It’s now or never. These are my rhymes, my style my flow, flow. I live too fast, I’ll try to keep it slow, slow. I open the window, feel the wind blow, blow. I open my wings bro, fly like a crow, crow. Mi Vida Loca, I just let it go, go. I plant a seed and then watch it grow, grow. To those fakers playing just for show, show. My middle finger in the air, oooooohhhhhh. Let’s take back our lives! Let’s take back our lives! Let’s take back our lives! Let’s take back our lives! Let’s take back our lives!