Skupina první anglické punkové vlny, vznikající pod vlivem newyorské new wave a londýnských Sex Pistols v Manchesteru v r. 1976. Už po realizaci prvního EP Spiral Scratch (leden 1977) odchází H. Devoto a zakládá Magazine. Krátce na to dochází...

Píseň: Keep on

Interpret:
BUZZCOCKS
Album:
Buzzcocks
There's no two ways about it
There's nothing left to say
If only you'd paid attention
Then things wouldn't be this way
Crazy paved with good intentions
Is the rut that you're stuck in
So that all that's left to fear
Is the enemy within


Suffer from a little depression baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel
Nothing wrong with self-expression baby
Keep on keeping it real


Spare me your hypocrisy
I haven't got the time
For unreasonable reason's
More a punishment than crime
We all can take cold comfort
Now the writing's on the wall
But the pill that's left to swallow
Is the bitterest of all


Suffer from a little depression baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel
Nothing wrong with self-expression baby
Keep on keeping it real


One more Pyrrhic victory
Another dodgy deal


Suffer from a little depression baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel
Nothing wrong with self-expression baby
Keep on keeping it real


Suffer from a little depression baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel


One more Pyrrhic victory
Another dodgy deal


Nothing wrong with self-expression baby
Keep on keeping it real


One more Pyrrhic victory
Another dodgy deal


Suffer from a little depression baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel


Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up


Nothing wrong with self-expression baby
Keep on keeping it real


Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up


Suffer from a little depression baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel


Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up


Nothing wrong with self-expression baby
Keep on keeping it real


Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up


Nothing wrong with self-expression baby
Keep on keeping it real


Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up


Suffer from a little depression baby
Gotta tell the world what you feel


Don't jump to confusion
It's all a wind up