Been seeing their shows for 20+ years, life won't be the same without NOFX shows. I've seen them more times than I can count and never have been disappointed. This last tour hopefully should be a crazy good time.
I was gonna see Punk In Drublic Edmonton but plans fell through last minute. I hope to god I can see NOFX before they retire they've been my favourite band since my early teens .
People who think this is too depressing or not punk truly have no idea what the true spirit of punk is!! And it doesn't mean to just play as loud, hard and fast as you can and singing about being a teenager...it's WAY MORE THAN THAT!!
Fat Mike your old songs have made me feel like I new your parents but this reminds me I don't know anything about you and iv always felt your just another one of us or are we one of you.idk I feel you I'm sure plenty think they do but it's depressing finding my only pleasure hidden behind pain. If everything was pleasure thered be no such thing as pain my
- YOU WILL LOSE FAITH - Your only daughter's turning tricks cause she's jonesin' for a fix She just blew your mechanic, that's when you will lose, your wife's Overdose was a success, humiliation was too great Now with your estate foreclosed, you will surely lose your head Was in a bad place when you punched your supervisor in the throat An inadvertent fatal blow, were the words your lawyer used On the unsympathetic judge, who was having a bad day So he threw your life away, is faith still comforting you? I know the answer, still I ask, where is your god now? You thought it was the Christian thing to do, breaking up that fight at school 'Til the gun came into play, and the sight was set on you Running was ironic cause it was the last time you would You wish the kids you tried to help wouldn't laugh when he saw you Are the invisible man, no one looks you in the eye You've become an anecdote, the wrong place at the wrong time The worst case scenario, the proverbial "that guy" You never did question your faith, you flushed it with your first piss bag That's why I have to ask, where is your god now? . . . . . . . - YOU'RE WRONG - You're wrong about virtues of Christianity And you're wrong if you agree with Sean Hannity If you think that pride is about nationality You're wrong You're wrong when you imprison people turning tricks And you're wrong about trickle-down economics If you think that punk rock doesn't mix with politics You're wrong You're wrong for hating queers and eating steers If you kill for the thrill of the hunt You're wrong about wearing fur and not hating Ann Coulter She's a cunted cunt You're wrong if you celebrate Columbus Day And you're wrong if you think there'll be a judgment day If you're a chartered member of the N-R-A You're wrong You're wrong if you support capital punishment And you're wrong if you don't question your government If you think your reproductive rights are inconsequent You're wrong You're wrong fighting jihad, your blind faith in God Your religions are all flawed You're wrong about drug use when it's not abuse I hope you never reproduce You're getting high on the down low A victim of the Cointelpro You're wrong and will probably never know . . . . . . . - MY ORPHAN YEAR - My father had dementia He lied in bed for months Once in a while he'd call me And ask me to fly down I told him that I'd love to But I had things to do And so he died without his son I heard about it drunk after a show My mother battled cancer For over seven years I nursed her and I held her When time was running out The night before she left me I drank scotch all night And thanked her for everything she'd done Raising me alone wasn't much fun Dad I can forgive you, But I'll never forget, Months I wouldn't see you and when I did You'd be out with your friends all night Alone and only nine I watched the outer limits And scared out of my mind I wonder if you felt the same The days before you died I wonder if you even knew Why I wouldn't come around I bet if you had been there, There wouldn't be this song 2006 goodbye parents For once I am sincere 2006 my orphan year . . . . . . . - THE MAN I KILLED - As they tightly strap me in, give me lethal injection I've just a few moments to live, I've no remorse for what I did It was for the benefit of man, I made the utmost sacrifice Before more damage could be done I took his life There was a split second of silence when the dart punctured the skin Beady eyes rolled back in head, the body dropped from the poison They could incapacitate me but could not erase my sneer I heard a thousand people screaming, I know three billion others cheered He was gone and I would soon be Executed by the state, all appeals would be in vain I was not criminally insane, in fact I was found to be An otherwise caring and respectable member of society A minor threat except for that one man I killed As the sedatives take effect, I just smile, close my eyes There's a priest kneeling next to me, he asks me if I realize I was going straight to hell and he thought that I should know That the man I killed's replacement planned this whole scenario And what I did would make no difference . . . . . . . - WE"RE BROS - Bros, best friends forever We're bros, not just fair weather We're bros since we were born, yeah We're bros from Southern California I carry him after a show He ain't heavy, he's my bro Sometimes I wish he'd act his age My buddy pissed himself on stage He ain't heavy, he's my bro He's my bro . . . . . . . - 13 STICHES - The first time I saw the Descendants, They were the fastest band I'd ever seen No one in the crowd really cared for them, We were waiting for the Alley Cats to play After a couple months I heard Kabuki Girl, On Rodney on the Roq late Sunday night That was enough, for me I hopped the bus, To Licorice Pizza and bought my all time favorite record The next time I went to the Whiskey, It was D-O-A with Millions of Dead Cops The latter band played faster than I could believe But the songs sounded the same and kinda sucked 'Cept John Wayne was a Nazi, And Joey Shithead was a drunk Then John Macias beat some hippie to a pulp, 'Cause having long hair was a mistake The third time I went to the hospital, I needed 13 stitches in my head I managed to catch about 6 songs of Ill Repute, Then some suicidal threw me into a post My girlfriend started to cry 'Cause we had to leave before D-R-I played 50 lousy songs My blood stained shirt smelled of clove cigarettes But it sure looked pretty cool after a wash . . . . . . . - DOORNAILS- These two shots are for Derrick For rifle, not the handgun For coffee and cigarettes Give it back You know, suicide isn't painless When you leave everyone in pain Two shots will never go down the same This beating's for Jimmy For ultimate devotion For your mind of my own Bring out your dead Sedated, flagellated You were the one most loved and hated Thanks for all that carpet and your songs Oh, this patron's for Jason And this lager's for Andy And these doses are for bomber And this fix is for Bradley This ritalin's for Lumpy And this speedball's for friday This nitrous hit is for Lynn and best friend Dobbs This bowl is for my mom For drinking more than I did For posting bail for me in New York And in Hollywood that first time And that joint we smoked was the worst time 'Cause doing drugs with parents is just wrong Oh, this patron's for Jason And this lager's for Andy And these doses are for bomber And this fix is for Bradley This song is for winning losers It's for lucky substance abusers The ones who left their black marks on us all . . . . . . . - I, MELVIN - Mascara hides the sleepless nights Years of abuse, the downs and highs A lonely drunk staggers on stage Weathered and worn, battered and broken, I feel my age Like a puppet on strings, look he strums and he sings, I feel like a cartoon I'm alone on the stage, I'm the man on the moon I'm the deer in the headlights, I'm the fish in the bowl I'm on automatic pilot, I am remote controlled Just a second guitarist, playing on the 3rd string I'm the disclaimer, I'm a walking routine I'm happily a cog, stand me up, plug me in Like a robot I play all the songs, with a grin I am Eric Melvin . . . . . . . - SCAVENGER TYPE - Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill Our protagonist named Bill Sets his sights on an anchor steam pint All he needs is thirteen quarters Congregated in his hat A crow, a scavenger type California redemption provides him with his rent Room and board inside a fifth of comfort As the wind penetrates his bones His mind keeps focused Tidal waves of sound catapulted From his horn wail like lovers The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury His meter slows realizing a zenith He's reached perfection No one did see him die
Amazed I didn’t know who you were. Amazed how deep this album is. Amazed how much you put yourself out there. Fat mike i am amazed at what i am listening to . Still listening to this album for the first time and thought I had to comment on the first song. There were these guys that were about to throw rocks at a prostitute. Jesus came up to him wrote something in the dirt and said let him without sin cast the first stone. God is love that is a quote from the Bible don’t ask me where ask a Jehovah witness or something I’m a Mormon myself. Amazing Grace will save us all
Buddy, you got that story all wrong, they were about to kill that prostitute with rocks, when Jesus showed up and told em, anyone here that never slept with this girl shall throw its first rock, they all left. Amen
I have reach the perfection. People thought i was dead but did not care.. Just said i was dead. Kind of funny seeing the faces. But they were my best friends, so kind of not funny, still think it is funny when i took the choice not shooting up coke anymore. And my junkies friends thought i was dead..
OK so they’ve broken up or retired APPARENTLY.... no Mike has taken a year or two or three maybe four for whatever reason his business but it’s not like we won’t be hearing from them !!!
you know you re getting old when you enjoy more the acustic version of songs while having tea.
But what if I'm enjoying the acoustic versions while eating spaghettios?
I like both, acoustic with some weed and a tea. And the fast stuff with some beer... Or much beer... Depends on the mood
I never understand about my mind,befor le i realy like hard or heavy music,but after 30 years old i really enjoy with acoustic music 😂
Old but still cool 👍🏼
Yes sir! 40 years old here and lifetime fan. This puts the music in a new light. I am really enjoying this, as I am eating old cold pizza!
I will love NOFX forever. Fuck all the haters.
Man, Scavenger Type, hit me when I was young and still hits me today. It's funny, songs that you learn when you're young you just never forget.
i like that all of them track that makes me cry..........
Been seeing their shows for 20+ years, life won't be the same without NOFX shows. I've seen them more times than I can count and never have been disappointed. This last tour hopefully should be a crazy good time.
I was gonna see Punk In Drublic Edmonton but plans fell through last minute. I hope to god I can see NOFX before they retire they've been my favourite band since my early teens .
People who think this is too depressing or not punk truly have no idea what the true spirit of punk is!! And it doesn't mean to just play as loud, hard and fast as you can and singing about being a teenager...it's WAY MORE THAN THAT!!
Also they have no idea how songs start their inceptions. A guy with a guitar laying down the blueprint demo
Exactly! Punk is a spirit. A spirit that lives within this 39 year old dude.
NOFX for life!!!!!!
Fat Mike your old songs have made me feel like I new your parents but this reminds me I don't know anything about you and iv always felt your just another one of us or are we one of you.idk I feel you I'm sure plenty think they do but it's depressing finding my only pleasure hidden behind pain. If everything was pleasure thered be no such thing as pain my
so true
Tidal waves of sound catapulted from his heart......✌️
Wow melvin, now im depressed. Luvya buddy, forever my hero and unknown friend.
I fuckin love whoever grouped these and uploaded it
- YOU WILL LOSE FAITH -
Your only daughter's turning tricks cause she's jonesin' for a fix
She just blew your mechanic, that's when you will lose, your wife's
Overdose was a success, humiliation was too great
Now with your estate foreclosed, you will surely lose your head
Was in a bad place when you punched your supervisor in the throat
An inadvertent fatal blow, were the words your lawyer used
On the unsympathetic judge, who was having a bad day
So he threw your life away, is faith still comforting you?
I know the answer, still I ask, where is your god now?
You thought it was the Christian thing to do, breaking up that fight at school
'Til the gun came into play, and the sight was set on you
Running was ironic cause it was the last time you would
You wish the kids you tried to help wouldn't laugh when he saw you
Are the invisible man, no one looks you in the eye
You've become an anecdote, the wrong place at the wrong time
The worst case scenario, the proverbial "that guy"
You never did question your faith, you flushed it with your first piss bag
That's why I have to ask, where is your god now?
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- YOU'RE WRONG -
You're wrong about virtues of Christianity
And you're wrong if you agree with Sean Hannity
If you think that pride is about nationality
You're wrong
You're wrong when you imprison people turning tricks
And you're wrong about trickle-down economics
If you think that punk rock doesn't mix with politics
You're wrong
You're wrong for hating queers and eating steers
If you kill for the thrill of the hunt
You're wrong about wearing fur and not hating Ann Coulter
She's a cunted cunt
You're wrong if you celebrate Columbus Day
And you're wrong if you think there'll be a judgment day
If you're a chartered member of the N-R-A
You're wrong
You're wrong if you support capital punishment
And you're wrong if you don't question your government
If you think your reproductive rights are inconsequent
You're wrong
You're wrong fighting jihad, your blind faith in God
Your religions are all flawed
You're wrong about drug use when it's not abuse
I hope you never reproduce
You're getting high on the down low
A victim of the Cointelpro
You're wrong and will probably never know
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- MY ORPHAN YEAR -
My father had dementia
He lied in bed for months
Once in a while he'd call me
And ask me to fly down
I told him that I'd love to
But I had things to do
And so he died without his son
I heard about it drunk after a show
My mother battled cancer
For over seven years
I nursed her and I held her
When time was running out
The night before she left me
I drank scotch all night
And thanked her for everything she'd done
Raising me alone wasn't much fun
Dad I can forgive you,
But I'll never forget,
Months I wouldn't see you and when I did
You'd be out with your friends all night
Alone and only nine
I watched the outer limits
And scared out of my mind
I wonder if you felt the same
The days before you died
I wonder if you even knew
Why I wouldn't come around
I bet if you had been there,
There wouldn't be this song
2006 goodbye parents
For once I am sincere
2006 my orphan year
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- THE MAN I KILLED -
As they tightly strap me in, give me lethal injection
I've just a few moments to live, I've no remorse for what I did
It was for the benefit of man, I made the utmost sacrifice
Before more damage could be done I took his life
There was a split second of silence when the dart punctured the skin
Beady eyes rolled back in head, the body dropped from the poison
They could incapacitate me but could not erase my sneer
I heard a thousand people screaming, I know three billion others cheered
He was gone and I would soon be
Executed by the state, all appeals would be in vain
I was not criminally insane, in fact I was found to be
An otherwise caring and respectable member of society
A minor threat except for that one man I killed
As the sedatives take effect, I just smile, close my eyes
There's a priest kneeling next to me, he asks me if I realize
I was going straight to hell and he thought that I should know
That the man I killed's replacement planned this whole scenario
And what I did would make no difference
.
.
.
.
.
.
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- WE"RE BROS -
Bros, best friends forever
We're bros, not just fair weather
We're bros since we were born, yeah
We're bros from Southern California
I carry him after a show
He ain't heavy, he's my bro
Sometimes I wish he'd act his age
My buddy pissed himself on stage
He ain't heavy, he's my bro
He's my bro
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- 13 STICHES -
The first time I saw the Descendants,
They were the fastest band I'd ever seen
No one in the crowd really cared for them,
We were waiting for the Alley Cats to play
After a couple months I heard Kabuki Girl,
On Rodney on the Roq late Sunday night
That was enough, for me I hopped the bus,
To Licorice Pizza and bought my all time favorite record
The next time I went to the Whiskey,
It was D-O-A with Millions of Dead Cops
The latter band played faster than I could believe
But the songs sounded the same and kinda sucked
'Cept John Wayne was a Nazi,
And Joey Shithead was a drunk
Then John Macias beat some hippie to a pulp,
'Cause having long hair was a mistake
The third time I went to the hospital,
I needed 13 stitches in my head
I managed to catch about 6 songs of Ill Repute,
Then some suicidal threw me into a post
My girlfriend started to cry
'Cause we had to leave before D-R-I played 50 lousy songs
My blood stained shirt smelled of clove cigarettes
But it sure looked pretty cool after a wash
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
- DOORNAILS-
These two shots are for Derrick
For rifle, not the handgun
For coffee and cigarettes
Give it back
You know, suicide isn't painless
When you leave everyone in pain
Two shots will never go down the same
This beating's for Jimmy
For ultimate devotion
For your mind of my own
Bring out your dead
Sedated, flagellated
You were the one most loved and hated
Thanks for all that carpet and your songs
Oh, this patron's for Jason
And this lager's for Andy
And these doses are for bomber
And this fix is for Bradley
This ritalin's for Lumpy
And this speedball's for friday
This nitrous hit is for Lynn and best friend Dobbs
This bowl is for my mom
For drinking more than I did
For posting bail for me in New York
And in Hollywood that first time
And that joint we smoked was the worst time
'Cause doing drugs with parents is just wrong
Oh, this patron's for Jason
And this lager's for Andy
And these doses are for bomber
And this fix is for Bradley
This song is for winning losers
It's for lucky substance abusers
The ones who left their black marks on us all
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.
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- I, MELVIN -
Mascara hides the sleepless nights
Years of abuse, the downs and highs
A lonely drunk staggers on stage
Weathered and worn, battered and broken, I feel my age
Like a puppet on strings, look he strums and he sings, I feel like a cartoon
I'm alone on the stage, I'm the man on the moon
I'm the deer in the headlights, I'm the fish in the bowl
I'm on automatic pilot, I am remote controlled
Just a second guitarist, playing on the 3rd string
I'm the disclaimer, I'm a walking routine
I'm happily a cog, stand me up, plug me in
Like a robot I play all the songs, with a grin
I am Eric Melvin
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- SCAVENGER TYPE -
Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill
Our protagonist named Bill
Sets his sights on an anchor steam pint
All he needs is thirteen quarters
Congregated in his hat
A crow, a scavenger type
California redemption provides him with his rent
Room and board inside a fifth of comfort
As the wind penetrates his bones
His mind keeps focused
Tidal waves of sound catapulted
From his horn wail like lovers
The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury
His meter slows realizing a zenith
He's reached perfection
No one did see him die
My fave right now ❤️
Thanks. Fat mike, you changed me, just by making me feel not so alone.
Thanx nofx🤘
Nofx ❤
Fat Mike for president.
Beautiful
Guy turned himself into a clown... Funniest shit I've ever seen in my life
yeah me too..mike is a very deep introspected guy..i love it
Hell yeah!!
amazing 🔥🔥🔥👌
Deveria lançar um álbum com mais faixas acústicas 🇧🇷🤟🔥
Love the story's behind the lyrics
Это прекрасно! Вот, если бы NOFX ещё и поп-панк не играли время от времени, то цены бы им не было!
Насколько тебе было нехуй делать, что ты пришёл через 3 месяца и написал этот же коммент ещё и на инглише
so ahead of there time
Brasil aqui féi... baita banda !
Amazed I didn’t know who you were. Amazed how deep this album is. Amazed how much you put yourself out there. Fat mike i am amazed at what i am listening to . Still listening to this album for the first time and thought I had to comment on the first song. There were these guys that were about to throw rocks at a prostitute. Jesus came up to him wrote something in the dirt and said let him without sin cast the first stone. God is love that is a quote from the Bible don’t ask me where ask a Jehovah witness or something I’m a Mormon myself. Amazing Grace will save us all
Buddy, you got that story all wrong, they were about to kill that prostitute with rocks, when Jesus showed up and told em, anyone here that never slept with this girl shall throw its first rock, they all left. Amen
Dany Ferguson i know the story amen
Cool
tremendo compilado amigo , llega profundo, no hay como nofx amigo
The final part is the best
what a fucking song!!!
-LOVE--FROM---ITALY--
Well mixed bro..Great job!!!
Woah iv never heard those demos. Thanks for posting yo!
COKIE THE CLOW LP...NICE BRO 2018
Class!
woo, this is nice
Nice acoustics
Muito da hora
This needs to be cut on vinyl
🔥🔥🔥
Comedy gold
I, Melvin is fucking bone chilling
So going to listen to the end of this at the GYM...The raw demos are the titsxxx
I don't think I have heard FatMike sing in that higher register at the end of You will lose your faith
Definitely not that cleanly, but he's gone up there in a few songs, Electricity comes to mind
I'm bob
we're all bob in here
Sean Stover Bob's dead
You should cut the blank space before the songs in the end
I have reach the perfection. People thought i was dead but did not care.. Just said i was dead. Kind of funny seeing the faces. But they were my best friends, so kind of not funny, still think it is funny when i took the choice not shooting up coke anymore. And my junkies friends thought i was dead..
They call me bob
Sean Stover I am Bob!
Somehow tragical
Not a Fan of NOFX anymore, but them doin an Acoustic Record is overdue.
anymore? how long had you been a fan before?
... yeah.. anymore?!!? .. how tho?
"All songs written by Michael Burkett"
I was like "who the fuck is michael burkett?" hehe
Last name ? Mike
First name ? Fat
I don't know anaybody else.
Berkowitz
Where are these song from?? I dont know Any acoustic nofx album .., 👍
Hey! I can't hear doornails without a 60% reprise.
whoops i od ??
shortness of breath?
Call ambulance?
Tell my wife I?
Error in judge-
ment cut my life
93
Fat Mike didn't write all these songs?
Michael Burckett is his real name
I thought Melvin wrote I melvin
NOFX 🥒
political relevancy forever. err... hopefully not forever...
This is Hartson, right?
OK so they’ve broken up or retired APPARENTLY.... no Mike has taken a year or two or three maybe four for whatever reason his business but it’s not like we won’t be hearing from them !!!
It's awesome! But if NOFX didn't play pop-punk sometimes, they would be great priceless band!
Meh. The pop-punk songs are the catchy tunes. Perhaps aka the good songs? “Awe hell you’re even more punk than me!”
Hi my name is
wessux Mike and I’m an alcoholic
eric melvin and i am the 2d fucking guitarist 😅😅💜
Whr vol 2?
i search for years toooo
Gas is 5 bucks average, that's USD. If it gets lower after the elections remember to vote.
You must hate the environment!
whats the song called @ 28:00?
i would say they are rehearsals or song creation sequences
It's the man i killed
It's the secret track off their Wolves in Wolves Clothing album
Sounds like Mike demoing some songs for Wolves, but they probably didn't make the album
It's a demo for 'No Fun in Fundamentalism'
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Nothing new to see here move along now
What a beautiful collection of songs!