Dorfpunks Page #3

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l'll move out for sure,

and go somewhere else.

Away from here, that's for sure.

Know where it must be awesome?

ln Berlin.

Yeah, sure.

Or Amsterdam.

London, dude. London.

When you live there...

... you need a job.

Waiting tables, or a warehouse job.

But f*** it, at least you're free.

Full-on freedom, man.

That must be the most important thing.

So London it is, then?

Yeah.

Or f***ing Amsterdam.

Who cares? As long as we leave here.

The two of us!

Yeah.

The two of us, in London...

lt'll be f***ing awesome!

You know what?

F*** ltaly.

We can go anywhere.

Where to?

Where are you heading?

-ltaly.

Hey, ltaly!

l'M lN lTALY.

ls that it?

Don't you owe us more than that?

Chiusa was awesome.

-We met some girls there, not just gays.

Portofino was awesome.

Fliegevogel

thought it was called Pornofino.

Bullshit!

-lt's true.

And where did you sleep?

One night in like a cement pipe,

no windows.

lt was so cold, all we could do

was run in circles and do push-ups.

That night was so not awesome.

Yeah...

Where was that, in Florence?

-No, Pornofino!

Stop it, man.

When do we rehearse?

When's our next gig?

Next Wednesday, right?

Preetz High School.

-Really?

Awesome!

Did you practice while we were gone?

No.

-No, not really.

But we found an awesome new pub.

Awesome.

Dude, in all of ltaly

there's no rye schnapps.

Really, dude?

-But that doesn't mean they're all gay.

lt's all so predictable.

We're a garage band,

we go on tour, meet other bands,

then we make a record.

And then we have a hit.

We'll be the hottest band...

-Enjoy.

... '60s and '70s bands...

Hey.

And drug life...

-No idea, the guy's a lunatic.

... it goes platinum.

We break up, go solo,

one of us writes memoirs.

All just like we feared.

What the f*** are you saying?

Don't you want us to be a band?

All that counts for me and Gunni

is the revolt.

Thirsty, boys? Got money?

Let's see it.

Let's see it!

What?

No bones, eh?

Here, hold this.

Awesome!

Dude!

Hey Gunni.

- F***...

Your cigarette's wrong way around.

-We're the vanguard. The vanguard.

So Mr. Music Man,

you having what l'm having?

Or do you want a beer?

With beer foam

from the beer foam company.

Let me show you something.

You know Captain Beefheart?

You should.

Exorbitant, says the man.

He sat next to Zappa in school.

Zappa copied from him.

Let her rip!

Robert Hermel.

The man is world class.

World class!

When he was about your age,

he took a trip to France

with his mother...

On a market square, he suddenly stops.

He listens, looks up

and sees this black guy...

... blowing a beatific saxophone.

At that moment,

he knew he wanted to be a musician.

Roddy, let's go, eh?

No, it's cool here.

Where's Fliegevogel?

-He left an hour ago.

And sweet too is apple strudel...

-But the sweetest thing on earth...

... is the poodle.

There are many dogs

in the world's parks.

Wherever you are

you'll hear their barks.

Great Danes are loudest anywhere,

but who has the curliest hair?

The most beautiful dog...

-... in the pack,

is the poodle and that's a fact...

We're going on an outing!

Careful of the rocks!

Come on guys!

-Here we go!

A little faster!

Here we go, Vadder.

You're with us too.

Come on.

-Get in!

ln!

-Yeah.

Good boy, Vadder.

Woah, look at the fog.

How awesome!

F***.

-Why? lt's awesome.

lt's not awesome.

Think about Vadder.

Give me a glass.

Why a glass?

-To catch us some coastal fog.

You're so full of sh*t.

Gunni, are you scared?

-Yes, he is!

Vadder, you're not scared, are you?

-Leave him alone!

Hey guys, we're in the fog of horror.

How awesome.

- Have another beer, Gunni.

l'd rather row again.

-No way!

lt's my turn!

lt's my boat!

-Don't be so capitalistic! -Stop!

Wow, that was a close one.

-SOS, man.

S-O-S...

lf you really want it...

You idiots!

Vadder!

-Watch out!

Gunni, you're so stupid!

- All for a f***ing oar!

l don't believe it!

We have to get the boat...

-The boat!

Where's the f***ing boat?

The boat! Fliegevogel!

Come on. He's gone. F***!

-F***ing fog!

Fliegevogel!

Where's Fliegevogel?

Where are you all?

Gunni!

Where are you?

Come on, we have to swim.

Which way?

-We have to go back.

ls this the right way?

-Don't talk, swim!

l can't go much longer.

-Yes you can!

Where's the f***ing beach?

Just swim.

-l don't want to drown.

Hold on to me. Here...

Come on out.

Come on.

Where's Roddy?

-l lost sight of him.

That was f***ing close!

We all made it. All of us!

All of us!

Vadder!

Hey, what's wrong?

Wait, l'll give you a ride.

Let him go.

Yeah?

You all right?

Yeah.

You're almost home.

Just a few more steps.

l'm going to keep driving, okay?

Where have you been?

Sorry, mom.

-You were out all night.

Live with it.

Rasmus?

Feel like a little game?

Come on.

Here we go.

Now get ready.

Freedom!

Go ahead! lt's yours!

You're just the right age.

Go on!

Run, my son,

out into the wide world! Rasmus...

Give me an ''E''.

Sh*t!

''Punk died at a young age.

We're the caretakers of the grave.''

l wrote that.

You turned it into:

''Here comes light, here comes wind.

Here it goes, let the game begin.''

That has no relevancy whatsoever.

-lt does for me.

What is this, carnival?

Hey, stop f***ing around!

What is it you want?

No idea, maybe freedom?

So it's serious, after all?

-To me it's fun.

And now?

We rehearse. F*** of Tomorrow

plays its next gig tomorrow.

But what kind of band are we?

-No idea, we can do something new.

Carnival?

We're a punk band like all the others.

l'd rather do new stuff.

So you want to quit.

Or we play your bullshit and l quit.

And the band's done. That's fine by me.

-Me too.

So what's the deal?

Where did Fliegevogel go this time?

Dude...

l always need a target.

Are you retarded?

-Come on, a**holes.

We're up.

-Come on.

Hey, it's F*** of Tomorrow!

Hello.

We're Public Enemy No. 7,

and we're no slaves of the pop industry.

-You okay?

We're free.

And we'll stay that way.

We won't make a record.

We're ready to go on stage,

but we'll never serve the fascist

system of high finance. Never!

Exactly!

-Yeah!

Punk is the philosophy of refusal.

With us, there's no deal!

Total standstill is the triumph of punk

over the fascist system.

That's why we won't make records.

Forget it, not with us!

You can't say 'No future'

but make one more record.

lt's okay, it won't get any better.

Come on, Sid!

That's why punk can only be punk

when it's no longer punk.

When punk refuses punk,

that's the real punk.

That's why we won't make a record!

This right here...

is the ultimate punk concert.

You f***ing squares.

l thought it was kind of awesome.

Not as awesome as last time,

but still awesome.

Shut up, Vadder.

On a scale of awesomeness,

it was way more than half awesome.

l'd say.

l thought it was our best gig yet.

Of the two.

-Because it was relevant and political.

lntensity and rage...

... that's our job, man.

l want to make music and have fun.

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