Punk Quotes
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“I have no life there if you're not in it. You're part of everything good I've ever done, Ryen. Please.”
― Punk 57
― Punk 57
“My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making.”
― Punk 57
― Punk 57
“I had choosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.”
― Cutting Class
― Cutting Class
“Punk rock should mean freedom, liking and excepting anything that you like. Playing whatever you want. As sloppy as you want. As long as it's good and it has passion.”
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“She smashes her knuckles into winter
As autumn's wind fades into black
She is the saint of all the sinners,
the one whose fallen through the cracks...
(iViva la Gloria!)”
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As autumn's wind fades into black
She is the saint of all the sinners,
the one whose fallen through the cracks...
(iViva la Gloria!)”
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“I've always been spiritual but I've never had a proper context, and it took me a while to find the proper context. It's hard to realize you can have any kind of relationship with God you want... and so I now have a punk rock relationship with God”
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“I created Punk for this day and age. Do you see Britney walking around wearing ties and singing punk? Hell no. That's what I do. I'm like a Sid Vicious for a new generation.”
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“I took Punk to be the detonation of some slow-fused projectile buried deep in society's flank a decade earlier, and I took it to be, somehow, a sign.”
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“In reality punk people are usually the gentlest, kindest folks you'll ever know. They're like hippies, only they wear way more black.”
― Falling Is Like This
― Falling Is Like This
“I emerged into the sticky-hot evening to find Ricky smoking on the hood of his battered car. Something about his mud-encrusted boots and the way he let smoke curl from his lips and how the sinking sun lit his green hair reminded me of a punk, redneck James Dean. He was all of those things, a bizarre cross-pollination of subcultures possible only in South Florida.”
― Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children
― Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children
“Hardcore without punk isn't music, it's a genre of porn. And punk isn't a genre of music, it’s a thought process.”
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“They got drunk and high on a regular basis, but this is a vestige of youth that you either quit while you're young or you become an addict if you don't die.
If you are the Old Guy In The Punk House, move out. You have a substance abuse problem.”
― Get Up: A 12-Step Guide to Recovery for Misfits, Freaks, and Weirdos
If you are the Old Guy In The Punk House, move out. You have a substance abuse problem.”
― Get Up: A 12-Step Guide to Recovery for Misfits, Freaks, and Weirdos
“Snarling an oath from an Icelandic saga, I reclaimed my place at the head of the queue.
"Oy!" yelled a punk rocker, with studs in his cranium. "There's a fackin' queue!"
Never apologize, advises Lloyd George. Say it again, only this time, ruder. "I know there's a 'fackin' queue'! I already queued in it once and I am not going to queue in it again just because Nina Simone over there won't sell me a ruddy ticket!"
A colored yeti in a clip-on uniform swooped. "Wassa bovver?"
"This old man here reckons his colostomy bag entitles him to jump the queue," said the skinhead, "and make racist slurs about the lady of Afro-Caribbean extraction in the advance-travel window."
I couldn't believe I was hearing this.”
― Cloud Atlas
"Oy!" yelled a punk rocker, with studs in his cranium. "There's a fackin' queue!"
Never apologize, advises Lloyd George. Say it again, only this time, ruder. "I know there's a 'fackin' queue'! I already queued in it once and I am not going to queue in it again just because Nina Simone over there won't sell me a ruddy ticket!"
A colored yeti in a clip-on uniform swooped. "Wassa bovver?"
"This old man here reckons his colostomy bag entitles him to jump the queue," said the skinhead, "and make racist slurs about the lady of Afro-Caribbean extraction in the advance-travel window."
I couldn't believe I was hearing this.”
― Cloud Atlas
“Prizing elegance, sweet emotions, and fantasy more than morals and truth; wallowing in fleeting romance rather than trying to give meaning to life, when who knows what's going to happen to you anyway; ignoring virtue and conventions to cherish only the pleasures you are definitely experiencing now: this is the Cocoro of Rococo. No matter how much deep thought, hard work, and agonizing effort went into coaxing out some insight, if that insight is boring, or not beautiful, it doesn't matter. And even if something is made just for laughs, if you find it pleasing, it has value. Other people's opinions and labor do not figure into your assessment; choosing things with your own personal sense of "I like this, I don't like that" is the ultimate individualism that sustains the very foundation of Rococo. Rococo, therefore, embodies the spirit of punk rock and anarchism more than any philosophy. Only in Rococo—elegant yet in bad taste, extravagant yet defiant and lawless—can I discover the meaning of life.”
― Kamikaze Girls
― Kamikaze Girls
“I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last”
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I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last”
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“L'ancienneté, chez les punks, était signe de crédibilité et conférait prestige et avantages divers. Un des rares points communs entre punk rock et fonction publique.”
― Bye Bye Blondie
― Bye Bye Blondie
“The deaf people there with balloons, holding them up and feeling the vibrations of the balloons to the Germs, all these fuckin' great bands, and using these balloons and dancing around. For a tough old punk, it just made your heart -- it gave you that beautiful feeling. They loved the music, and we were making money for them.”
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“It was a long winter of deep snow, solitude, and madness. The satellite kept feeding me digital news of summer in other places. I had to come down from the White Mountain, down into the valley where flowers bloomed, where trees grew new leaves, and hot pants were on!”
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“When I see cuts on their wrists,
I know that we could be tight!
Otherwise-
I'm hard to know; full of fight!
And I doubt I wanna know You
Stop pulling on my dress!”
― Way Out
I know that we could be tight!
Otherwise-
I'm hard to know; full of fight!
And I doubt I wanna know You
Stop pulling on my dress!”
― Way Out
“The gods promised
I'd wake up
a stranger.
Now the old king's worms are aglow;
not in a good sense,
for their lack of good sense”
― NightMARE Crush
I'd wake up
a stranger.
Now the old king's worms are aglow;
not in a good sense,
for their lack of good sense”
― NightMARE Crush
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