Sticfutu

Členové skupiny

F6G7-BrainscaN, (O.S.B.,M.S.R.,STICFUTU-r.i.p.)

Beastrica town

Nástrojové obsazení: Kytara

Milan "Mravec" Jančovič

48 let / Zvolen

Nástrojové obsazení: Bicí

Jaro

Zvolen

Nástrojové obsazení: Baskytara

Kontakty a odkazy

filip.glocko@centrum.sk

Dodatečné info

Vitajte v našom STICFUTU priestore,nepoznačenom štýlovými klietkami,hudobnými predsudkami a podobnými nezmyslami...Tento priestor sme definovali pocitmi,emóciami,energiou, hudbou,ktorú sme zachytili na našom debutovom albume „Higher level of the low style“.Hudobná sloboda a sloboda mysle bola pre nás určujúcou
pri tvorbe tohto CD, ktoré vám ponúkame...VĎAKA ZA VAŠU PODPORU!!!

Welcome to our STICFUTU space,without any style cages,music prejudices or any
nonsense of this kind...This space is defined by emotions,energy and music displayed
on our debut CD „Higher level of the low style“. Production of this CD we are offering you,was guided by music freedom and freedom of thought! THANX FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!!

STICFUTU
VoiceoftheFutu- martin winter
6Stringzfutu    - F6 G7
stickyBazz       - Jaro
Plasticdrums   - Mrawec

Bio a historie

História STICFUTU

Jeseň (november) roku 2000 sa stala osudnou pre vznik kapely STICFUTU. Hudobné jadro sa sformovalo okolo gitaristu Filipa, hľadajúceho si nové útočisko, po rozpade banskobystrickej kapely M.S.R. a bubeníka Pala, ktorý v tom čase nemal žiadnu kapelu.Jeho poslednou bola zvolenská kapela WAYMANYKA SHASTRA. Nastal čas formovania a hľadania štýlu, ktorý by presne vystihoval naše pocity, pretavené do hudobnej tvári našej kapely.
Čas dlhého jamovania „narušila“ pozitívna správa.Tou bol príchod speváka Martina,(január 2001) ktorý predtým trápil svoje hlasivky v STABLABE.
Nové skladby začali pribúdať, ale STICFUTU stále nemohlo koncertovať, pretože mu stále chýbala posledná hudobná páka v podobe basgitaristu.
Po dlhom období skúšania, nových adeptov na stále prázdny post basgitaristu, ktorí žiaľ nespĺňali predstavy novo sa formujúcej kapely, prichádza hudobná spása na poslednú chvíľu. Jaro, hrajúci v jazzrockovej kapele RHYTMNSOUL a absolvent technodeathmetalovej akadémie-UNCONCERN sa dal zlákať a prijal ponuku.
Takže po dvoch rokoch (jeseň 2002) tvrdej hudobnej terapie, sme sa konečne dočkali a STICFUTU dostalo finálnu podobu.
Po krátkej dobe spoločného skúšania, sme sa rozhodli zväčniť našu prácu. Žreb padol na štúdio X.Line v Bratislave. Pod dohľadom Andreja (ex-DAUNTLESS) sme stvorili naše debutové CD:“Higher Level of the Low Style“....
Cd sa v krátkej dobe uchytilo na domácej scéne s veľmi dobrými ohlasmi, či už zo strany médií, alebo koncertov STICFUTU.
Roky 2003 a 2004 boli v znamení stagnácie kapely a to z dôvodu odchodu gitaristu Filipa do Austrálie.Cd sa však veľmi dobre ujalo aj na austrálskej undergroundovej scéne o čom svedčí aj záujem malých Cd predjni o toto cd.
Po príchode Filipa z Austrálie sa Sticfutu znovu objavuje v pôvodnej zostave a začína koncertovať a tvoriť nové piesne.
Po sľubnom rozbehu sme nútení rozlúčiť sa s bubeníkom Palom pre názorové nezhody v ďalšom hudobnom smerovaní kapely, čo bola obrovská škoda..
Jeho miesto vypľňa náhrada viac než dobrá v podobe bubeníka Mravca (UNCONCERN /RHYTMNSOUL), ktorý začína s nami hrať na jeseň roku 2006.
V tejto zostave hráme do dnešných dní a v tomto roku 2008 , by sme chceli nahrať naše druhé Cd.
Ak Vás naša hudba oslovila, budeme Vám vďační, keď ju budete šíriť ďalej ... VĎAKA!!!

STICFUTU 2008

... a ešte "pár" textov z CD Higher level of the low style

1. STILL PLASTIC

(music: STICFUTU, lyrics: mw)

I’m not voice against technical progress,

I don’t preach against information madness,

I’m still plastic, but you couldn’t see,

I’m shapin´ myself by the circumstances!

I’m at home in the dissimulation,

loyalty in every situation,

hold my head up, I’m livin´ my dreams,

I have no problem with sleeping with enemies!

Chorus:

If you want to survive in this ocean of lies,

Please don’t analyze obsessed of ratatatabum/echcárarapech!

Want you survive in this ocean of lies?!

Don’t analyze obsessed of ratatatabum!

I’ll stay here even everyone’s gone,

It’s because I got no spinal bone!

Of course you are the best friend of mine,

We will watch together how my star will shine!

I love plastic fantastic pop culture,

I’m too drastic to let you in torture!

Playing all games always on two sides,

Join us, welcome in world of parasites!

Chorus

If you’ve got some hidden safe warm place,

Please hide me there, I got no chance to win this fight you know.

If you’ve got some hidden same warm place,

I got know chance to win this fight, you know.

No, I got no chance, no, I got no chance to win this fight,

I got no chance to live this fight!

Chorus

2. LIMITED EDITION

(music: STICFUTU, lyrix: mw)

All the time I’ve needed some patience from side of my parents,

From side of my teachers,

I need some cash if I want stay here in my room,

I need you and I will call you at the afternoon.

My own financial found will transform me to independent,

So you might comprehend who I am, who I really am!?

Self- sufficient, freemind- thinking personality (?)

Chorus1:

Things for we used to pray,

Things of we used to scare,

Unexpected facts and fictions,

Produced in limited edition.

All I need in my life is a person whom I will follow

For the right reason.

My friend is my leader is my father is my only God!

No more doubts, no more tears, no loud cries!

Sometimes is friend and sometimes is fight,

Only thru the darkness you can see the light.

The only thing for I am really proud is that

I’ve never been a part of the crowd.

Chorus1: 2x

Try, try to believe you gonna make it better! /4x/

Try not to believe just in yourself! /4x/

Stations of the nations announce day by day

The same old bullshit resulations!

All the time I´ve needed some patience from side of my parents,

From side of my teachers.

I need some cash if I want stay in my room,

I need you and I will call you at the afternoon!

Sometimes it´s cool, sometimes it´s really sucks,

Only in the light you can give your trust!

Chorus2:

Things for we used to pray,

Things of we used to scare,

Personal death and ressurection

Exist in limited edition. /2x/

3. GROUND ZERO

(music: STICFUTU, lyrix: mw)

What do you want, my little soldier?

Are you celebrate your brutal demonstration?

Talk to me dear, without angry phrases,

Could you please more rational- speaking?

Chorus1:

Let´s create new type of soil without arabian oil,

With new kind of richness!

There, there we can mine, I couldn’t find a rhyme,

The blood of non-believers.

I want to see it through your eyes,

Feel it through your heart,

Pretend the will of revelation!

What you want to reach?

Is that the right thing?

How could you be so cold-blooded, mad- thinking?

What have you seen?

God´s light has you blinded,

It seems unreal, so unreal...

Chorus2:

Let´s create new type of soil without arabian oil,

With new kind of richness!

There, there we can mine, I couldn’t find a rhyme,

The blood of non-believers.

I want to see it through your eyes,

Feel it through your heart,

Pretend the will of revelation!

I want to see it through your eyes,

It won´t apologize the way of your salvation.

What can I do with my ears? I can hear with your ears.

What can I do with my eyes? I can see with your eyes.

What can I do with my mouth? I can eat with your mouth.

What can I do with my legs? I can walk with my legs.

What can I do with my arms? I can hold you in my arms.

What can I do with my hand? I can stroke you with my hand.

With my...

I’m a pilot and I can fly,

Don’t lie, little boy don’t fuckin´lie,

Look here I´ve got an aeroplane-

the main part of my evil plan /2x/

Chorus2

4. SUMMERSNOW

(music: STICFUTU, lyrix: mw)

Such a cool holiday in this ordinary year.

Such a cool times I spent with all perfect friends of me.

Would you be my friend? To put together our shattered dreams.

Come with me my friend, we´ll turn to real everything what seems.

That black cloud over me is the black cloud over you,

When I need to talk to you, I hope we´ll put us through.

The pressure in your brain makes the same with me,

Have you ever felt that kind of insanity?

So cool holiday makes me wanna stay

And the summer breeze blows the rest of years.

So cold summersnow fell down on my soul, fell down on my soul, on my soul...

Chorus:

Hold back the tears and broken memories,

I need to hear the deadly melodies.

Hold back the tears, let´s funky, let´s funky!

Hold back the years, let´s funky, let´s funky!

Snow is fallin´, is fallin´, is fallin´ on my head, is fallin´ on my soul...

So come. So come, would you step with me? Come would you step with me?...

5. BREAD WITH BUTTER

( music: STICFUTU, lyrix: mw)

Socialist and kapitalist built old new style,

In the name of democracy they want mine o´mine.

Vision of better future has killed the jealousy,

Chanting names of hypocrites´s most modern poetry.

Than I´ve started to cry,

It only makes you laughin´.

From the skies has fallen stars worn in the red,

Quickly runnin´ to buy new democratic dress.

You cry, cry, because of my laughin´.

I smiled, smiled, how hard are you tryin´.

We are the nation suffering from self-frustration,

Many, many years we´re scared of own reflection.

Lost potentials still looking for motivation,

As the cheap work-force have found new satisfaction.

Than I´ve started to laugh,

It only makes you cryin´.

Shallow spirit, dirty soul, breath stinking of alcohol.

You cry, cry, because of my laughin´.

I smiled, smiled, how hard are you tryin´.

Chorus:

So be our god and father,

If you´ll give us more bread with butter,

That´s all we need as higher pay, we need as higher.

Take us bread with butter,

Only than we will love each other,

That´s all we need as higher pay.

And all my neighbours cry, cry, because of my laughin´.

I smiled, smiled, how hard are you tryin´.

Chorus

6. SHE´S BECOMING MY MOTHER

(music: STICFUTU, lyrix: mw)

I will tell you a short story/short fairytale ´bout my begining and my end.

It´s based on true facts, I swear the God, contains lot of strong emotions of weak body.

Now we scared of new coming war, nobody knows how it starts and where.

I can only tell you that the victims of new war won´t die on battlefields...new kind of

War- human against human, mother against child...

Is that what you wanna get?

You´re lookin´ nice in that evening dress,

See how should it be,

I’m on way back again.

I´ts just anaesthetic sweat,

Which reveals how you´re feeling bad.

Take back all hangovers,

I’m on way back again.

Is that what you wanna get?

It´s really poor, it´s really sad,

They´re feedin´ this killin´ machine

With my own blood again.

Friends never will be friends,

If they will betray themselves,

Judas you´re kissin´ me,

I’m on way back again.

Chorus:

They try to cut the breath from my neck,

They try to cut the thoughts from my head,

But you can´t cut and kill my soul.

They try to hit feelings in my heart,

They try to steal everything I own,

But you can´t cut and kill my soul.

You´ve not believed in me,

Even I still believe in you,

Pieces of body breathe,

Wispering your name.

Tell me it´s not the shame,

Playing those ugly games,

Your decision´s the rule

If I´ll be back again.

...Tell her that she becomes my mother, tell her that she

Becomes my murder.

Doors are opened, my mind is broken, I feel so sober in this

Moment.doors are opened,wish to be drunk in this ugly moment.

Chorus

7. BUDOVATEĽSKÁ

(hudba: STICFUTU, text: mw a Vladimír Majakovskij)

Byť tak malým vtáčkom vyletel bych do výšky,

Bozkal z neba kraj sťa z malebnej knižky.

Ach krásne sú tie stráne, príkre štíty,

Vhodná chvíľa začať s vymývaním myslí...

Ach nešťastný som, sedím v izbe v prítmí,

Nevytrčím päty z domu pokiaľ dnešné rytmy

Bubnovať budú na západnú nôtu,

Spievať o povýšení mamony nad ľudstva hmotu.

Dnes mojím srdcom pravá bolesť zmieta,

My zabili sme v kvete prísľub lepšieho sveta,

Veď videl ten kto oči nezaviera

Jak pozemsky božská bola tá minulá éra.

Naša strana to sú milióny údov,

Sťa jedna ruka poženie k nebu krovy budov,

Sme zvučný hlas ktorému masy dali pľúca,

Nech žije strana komunizmus budujúca!

Refrén:

Horsa bratia, sestry svorne zaspievajme,

Vďaku našej matke strane, vlasti vzdajme,

Veď nad slnko je jasné,

Ochranné krídla sú bezpečne dostatočné!

Drahý súdruhovia, milé súdružky,

Bije na lepšie časy,

Opäť častušky nám v ušiach zaznejú,

juchuchú, nám v ušiach zaznejú!

Verš ako agitačné heslo nesiem,

Veď za nás oroduje celá táto pieseň,

Marx vedie ľudí do triedneho boja,

Za ním šíky mladých čo sa ničoho neboja.

Dievča, chlapec smelo chyťme sa za paže,

Hrdo vytvorme rad dlhý sťa Trať mládeže,

Kde inde sa nájdu rúčejší vrstovníci

Jak Stalinovi mládežníci?

Refrén

Tas bajonet! Tas bajonet!...

Česť práci!

Drahý súdruhovia, milé súdružky,

Bije na lepšie časy,

Opäť častušky nám v ušiach zaznejú,

juchuchú, nám v ušiach zaznejú

Tas bajonet! Tas bajonet!...

8. SHIP

(music: STICFUTU, lyrix: mw)

As the great ship floating thru the ocean,

I see our society in the fastest motion,

New virtues of liberal, freedom of mind,

The faster we´re movin´the faster we´ll die!

We break unwritten barriers of morality,

Degrading ourselves we´ve lost the last dignity,

The animal instinct has killed the feeling,

The claw of a media starts to rippin´ !

Like great ship Titanic /3x/

Floating thru Atlantic /3x/

Ladies please don’t panic /3x/

Chorus:

Last years, my fears still banging me,

Try to embarass me,

I need to swallow...

Your tears, not real, still make me sick,

Try to confuse me,

In world so hollow...

Searching for something deep...

The unstopable sexual revolution will bring

us in the deepest bottom of our spirit´s polution,

in slavery of freedom we´re slaves of our bodies,

no one will survive, I swear you nobody!

Like great ship Titanic /3x/

Floating thru Atlantic /3x/

Ladies please don’t panic /2x/

It´s not so dramatic!

Your tears, not real, still make me sick, still make me sick...

Chorus: /2x/

Father forgive us, ´cause we don’t know what we´re doin´.

9. PUSH THE TIME

(music: STICFUTU, lyrix: mw)

Oh my fucked up life, 3-D dimension leaves me in tension

And time- fourth part of that puzzle

Makes all that things impossible.

Who´s stronger, who´s stronger, who?

Who can carry second, minute or something longer?

Be sure´s not the question of muscless,

Please keep calm and don’t try to tussle!

Chorus:

Give up, give up, give up, give up,

Don’t wanna push the time,

Wasted parts of lifetime run away- look how it´s too far.

Don’t give up, don’t give up,

every stupid minute is the reason,

keep yourself alive.

There´s no place to hide all screamin´,

But they on their freetime pissin´,

Spendin´ days with smokin´, drikin´,

Makes heart of your mum still bleedin´,

Head in clouds my mind is dreamin´

´bout that land, eternal livin´

in creed that „life is pain“,

I´ll shut tha fuck up and lie myself in grave!

Chorus

Live! Live! Right now!

Time is your master, you cannot live faster...

There´s a mirror in the bathroom,

There´s a cupboard in the bedroom,

Living room is nice and neat,

There´s is my house in the street.

I have my breakfast in the morning,

I have my lunch in the afternoon,

I have my supper in the evening,

I go to bed with silver moon!

Chorus

10. WHERE R U FROM?

(music: STICFUTU, lyrix: mw)*

Where are you from my sweety pretty darling?

Our masscomunication´s based on missunderstanding.

Where do we walk and how does it started?

Our relationship will never meet the point of freezing.

Chorus1:

Maybe you´re from the USA,

´cause you got pretty lot to say.

Or maybe from the Portugal,

Exotic paintings on the wall.

I’m sure you´re not a german case,

´cause of your pretty face.

Are you my rainy scottish dream,

Cold like a melusine?

Where are you from my sweety pretty baby?

How can be our quite love so sad and so tragic?

Silence is my voice when I’m at you staring,

The air between us is a place where I want to live in.

Chorus2:

Maybe you´re from the south of France,

Should I ask you to dance?

You can be chinesse medallion,

You´re first of the million.

Or could you be from outta space,

You´re the only one I chase.

It doesn´t matter from where you are,

I love you as you are.

As you are. On the strangest level, I love you as you are.

So sad and so tragic is our quite love.

Where are you from?

11. SFID

(music: STICFUTU, lyrix: mw)

Put it in the basket, can´t you smell it?

It´s like a smelly fish in dish my lovely man.

Sticfutu alternative-crossover / Banská Bystrica

Členové skupiny

F6G7-BrainscaN, (O.S.B.,M.S.R.,STICFUTU-r.i.p.)

Milan "Mravec" Jančovič

Jaro

Kontakty a odkazy

Dodatečné info

Bio a historie

História STICFUTU

... a ešte "pár" textov z CD Higher level of the low style

1. STILL PLASTIC

2. LIMITED EDITION

3. GROUND ZERO

4. SUMMERSNOW

5. BREAD WITH BUTTER

6. SHE´S BECOMING MY MOTHER

7. BUDOVATEĽSKÁ

8. SHIP

9. PUSH THE TIME

10. WHERE R U FROM?

11. SFID

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