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A FILM INSPIRED BY THE TRUE STORY OF THE KSU MUSIC GROUP
SOME OF THE CHARACTERS AND EVENTS FROM THE LIFE OF THE GROUP'S FRONT MAN,
EUGENIUSZ “SICZKA” OLEJARCZYK, HAVE BEEN CREATED BY THE AUTHORS,
This life of ease is not anymore
Painted over with bondage
It's a time of cruelty and evil
We're kept in line by hounds
Sentenced to seven hundred
Seven hundred sixteen days!
Sentenced to seven hundred
Seven hundred sixteen days!
In this loony bin they tell us
This is how this KSU of yours ends,
No more demoralizing youths,
Demoralizing? How?
That's for the people's government to decide,
They beat the wimps and scream “yes, sir”!
THE LATE 1970S OF THE 20TH CENTURY,
POLAND IS SUBORDINATED TO THE SOVIET UNION
Dear comrades!
Today,
the 18th of September…
LATE 1970s USTRZYKI DOLNE, SOUTHEAST POLAND
…we can express our deepest gratitude
to the defender of world peace, the Soviet Union…
our gratitude for this war,
for liberation from the fascist yoke,
for allowing us to toil in patience,
erecting our new, socialist fatherland,
Erecting a new Poland,
modern Poland, Poland of great industry,
Poland of steel mills, of shipyards,
Poland we can be proud of!
World's ninth economic power!
This is quality…
You can't see shit in our dailies,
- Live in filth, die in filth… - Yeah, whatever,
We got our cheap wine,
Mate, that aunt of yours, she's got any more of this?
She's flying to Poland in two months, I'll ask, maybe she'll bring something,
Lads, living in Canada just so, eh?
Siczka, bring it!
Anyone?
- Burek? - No, I got mine,
Ptyś? Tomkas?
Me!
I got something else from the aunt,
Siczka, roll it,
Hey, it's those lads…
Imagine, wearing this to school?
They're from London,
That's the life, eh?
That's freedom, They live as they please,
Hide it,
Why are you here?
We're savoring mints,
Don't you try this on me,
Outside, go!
And whatever
the imperialists in London or Washington say…
all these nefarious stations like BBC
or Free Europe…
Let's not shy away from this,
there are some among us who listen to that,
Crap…
But we know…
- We know… - Yeah,
- London, - That it's to the Soviet Union
that we owe the lifting of the chain
of capitalist oppression from the shoulders of the tired masses,
Can I?
Here,
Olejarczyk!
Your task is the most serious,
Comrade Chairman called the headmaster personally,
Understood, Comrade Class Teacher…
Hear, hear! Don't be a smart-ass,
Good one…
Olejarczyk…
Shouldn't this read “Polish United Workers' Party”?
Oh, pardon,
Just a misprint…
So that's how you celebrate the 30th anniversary of PZPR,
Good,
You're staying after hours,
But, Mr, Headmaster, sir…
Goodbye,
HONOR AND GLORY TO THE HEROIC… GRATEFUL CITIZENS OF USTRZYKI DOLNE
Hey, girls!
Wanna go to London?
We'll catch a bus!
Anarchy in the UK!
Come on, girls!
- Seriously? - Not our day,
- It was close, - Mere centimeters!
- Oh… millimeters! - Siczka, you going?
Come on,
Gieniu, I beg of you, I can't hear my own thoughts,
Sorry, Mom,
This is Radio Free Europe,
Today in London, a session of the Polish government in exile took place,
with member of the House of Lords Sir Edward Fulton in attendance,
The hymns of Britain and Poland were played,
Hey, brainiac, you alive?
Damn, it would be cool to make our own music, eh?
How so?
You play it, it's done, no?
Mate, why are you going to Sanok anyway?
Free Europe?
You wrote to Free Europe?! You guys nuts?!
Easy,
I'll give it to my aunt, she's flying back to Canada, send it from there,
- No one will know, - Mate, back to Canada,
Neat, plane goes boom and back home by nightfall?
Yeah, but it's Free Europe,
It's forbidden,
They got American bases,
it's West Germany… they'll have us all in the pen,
Easy, we signed it “Girls from Ustrzyki,”
- “Girls…” - What, I shouldn't go?
"Dear editors of Free Europe,
we're writing from Bieszczady,
from a communist country oppressed by its own government,
where the radio doesn't play punk music,
and that's the music we like most,
You can hear it's made in a free country by free, young people…"
This is idiot music,
Real music, you know, you feel it here,
Where, in your stomach?
- You feed on it? - Well, a bit,
And what's not idiot music?
Wanna hear?
- No, no, I won't go to your home to… - What home?
C'mon…
Kasia, right?
Hi!
Hi,
Lads, this is Kasia,
Burek, Ptysiu and Bohun,
Sit, sit!
I thought you were playing for real,
You look like… I dunno, like a band or something,
That's 'cause…
we play, A bit…
This music, it's weird,
I've never heard anything like it,
Punk rock,
Real freedom, No one can tell you what to do,
you do what you like,
Happy people,
Happy, but also crazy,
- angry, screaming… - Yes, that's the point,
When they're angry, they can scream,
And here, in our country, where can you scream?
All you can do is whisper,
Right,
I'm off to bed…
Good night,
Comrades, we're perfectly aware of the difficulties,
We emphasized in the political bureau's paper
that in spite of great efforts,
our economy continues to fail
to provide to all Poles…
Even though we are still catching up to the major car brands,
we have our own reasons to feel pride,
Already one in every six Polish families can boast
four wheels of their own,
Polish producers can also offer a true rarity--
Polonez,
Queue! There's a queue!
- We all need to eat, - Back of the line,
Mom's been hunting for some smoked neck for three days,
Or at least ham sausage,
Smoked neck, ham sausage…
Fuck,
I made you something,
Nice,
I'm not sure if that's what you listen to,
How long?
Music means everything to me,
Give it a spin and all of it suddenly…
All what?
All this crap,
school, police, neck, ham,
- No wares today, - How's that?!
You're missing an inspection!
So, that seems to be that,
I gotta get back,
- Hi, - Hey,
What will you have?
One full,
Here,
Listen,
We look like the Pistols, We're fucked up like the Pistols,
Maybe we should play?
Punk rock is simple,
You know three chords, you got a band, yeah?
Do you know three chords?
Gents, let's just play,
Maybe two chords are fine to start with?
Or fucking one,
Was it supposed to be like that?
Did you change it?
Was it supposed to look like this?
You know, you won't find a wife wearing this,
What now?
Now?
I want to make music,
And then what? Is that it?
Why?
Don't rush it,
Skip this class,
We're set for tomorrow,
- See you, - Bye,
‘Scuse me!
Which way is Lesko?
Straight ahead like a fist to the face,
Thanks,
Ooooh… nice!
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
I only have one thing to say,
This isn't a pigsty, but a woodworking combine,
So you should be, what? Well-behaved,
The slightest quarrel, a single complaint,
- God forbid, the police, anything… - Nah, why the police?
- Easy, - Sure,
We got it,
Fine, so what now?
'Cause I can't play shit on this,
Have you tried?
- Actually, no, - So how do you know?
Easy, none of us can play,
Other than Ptyś and Siczka,
Right, where's Siczka?
Siczka,
This band makes no sense without you,
Bieszczady, aaah!
Ustrzyki!
Punk… punk rock!
Bieszczady!
Punk rock!
Hey, lads, stop!
Ptyś, you used to plonk on that piano, no?
Well, yeah, mate, just not punk rock,
That don't matter, play what you know,
Ptyś, you fucked up or what? What was that?
Für Elise by Beethoven,
Thank you to the girls from Ustrzyki,
- Especially for you, Radio Free Europe… - Lads! Lads…
They're talking about Ustrzyki on the radio!
…we decided to create a half-hour daily program with punk rock music,
For starters,
listen to Sex Pistols and “God Save The Queen,”
Mate! Fuck me, Broda, did you hear?
- We're famous! - Fuck me, lads!
Everything's possible after all!
Everything!
Fuck off! Leave me alone!
They really tore them off you?
No, they fucking undid themselves and walked away,
Fucking pigs,
Easy…
I got new ones,
But… oh, no!
Oh, fuck off, Ptyś, yuck!
Bohun!
- What's up? - Well… it ain't good,
We need time, he has to practice,
That's good, We got the booze, we got the muse,
You forgot about love,
Fuck love, let's play,
- Fuck me, that's got sound! - Right?
We should play our own stuff,
- Who's gonna write that? - What do you mean who?! Us!
- I got all of that in my head, but… - But what?
Well, exactly, I'm not sure…
Halt! Police!
- C'mon, policeman… - Out-of-town plates, he ain't stopping,
Hey!
But if we want
to start a band,
we gotta have a name,
What's a band with no name?
Maybe ”Tryzub”?
Fuck Tryzub,
Maybe call it “Bandera” and be done with it?
Alright, alright… Free Republic of Bieszczady!
- Wait up… - RB!
Sex Jabols!
Hey! Stop!
Didn't I tell you?
Birds of a feather!
- G'day! - Morning, can we?
Can we hop along with you?
- Me on the floor? - Pack it in,
There's a bunch of us, chief,
Sonny…
these gentlemen are looking for you,
How's it going, “girl from Ustrzyki”?
Whose idea was it to write this letter?
You seeing this?
It's Ustrzyki Dolne,
It's where we live,
And what's beyond?
- Mountains? - Mountains, good,
And beyond the mountains?
- Ukrainians? - Ukrainians, my ass,
The Soviet Union, Understand, thicko?
Ten kilometers away, it's the Soviet Union,
And what is the Soviet Union like?
Big and red?
Invincible,
The Soviet Union is invincible and will never die,
It will last 300 years,
You will die and it will live,
So, there's going to be no playacting opposition,
no fucking rock 'n' roll,
no sending letters
to enemy radio stations,
You won't do shit
unless I agree,
That clear?
You shouldn't have talked so much,
We needed interrogations like a sore ass,
You'll see, they'll give us the runaround now for months on end,
Fuck they can do, you'll see,
I'm not so sure they can't do fuck,
Siczka's right,
- They'll play scary, then take off, - I'm not sure,
Captain Majak looks like shit that sticks,
Exactly,
Auditions for the Soldier Song Festival have started,
Each year, the event's attracting more viewers, also in front of TV sets,
We'll see promising newcomers, some with their own songs,
others will perform everyone's favorite hits,
So what will you do?
You got a melody
stuck in your head,
You practice, practice,
practice, practice,
And then…
and then you have a song,
But, you know,
sounds aren't the whole thing,
There's also… shapes…
Siczka!
Don't you want a home?
Kids?
Home? What home?
You've gone under again?
Boozing?
Sorry, Dad, it's the last time,
- What's this? - Listen,
Right, give it,
Mate, where did you get that?
What, stunned, eh?
That's mine,
- And? - Mate, you're killer!
Burek, what's up? We've got us a song, man!
Yeah, song,
Got any lyrics? Or do I just howl like a fucking wolf?
Hey, gang,
We've got literally loads of fans,
It's like a fucking epidemic,
Sorry, one more time,
Huh, when do we come here?
- Exactly, - Right!
Let's play,
You're laughing
Old age, no
Being young, no
Ambition, no
Laughing like an idiot
You're laughing
The truth, no
Chaos, no
Fiction, no
Can I get you to sign?
I can see rock bottom
- That's all you?! - Not me,
My esteemed bro,
What, all shook up?
No dick is gonna get in our way now,
What's with Konwicki?
I'm not there yet,
They say it's the talk of all Warsaw,
Are we ever going back there?
Something's moving upstairs,
Gierek is losing traction,
For now, shush…
Well, the sooner the better,
- Iwonka's about to go to high school, - Me? Who says so?
- What? - Joking, Dad,
“Don't knock your head
against the wall, get your hair all bloody,
Your nut cracks like a shell, there ain't nothing left,
You weren't born to look down on the crowd,
You're a little piece of nothing with a number in the files,
Go against the flow!”
Broda, this is the shit,
Knock your head
Knock your head against
Siczka, you can't go on like that,
You're here one moment, then you're not,
The fuck you know about what I do when I'm not?
What the fuck? So you're going solo now, right?
Bohun, I'll record alone instead of watching you play boss,
Punk rock regional manager…
- Boys… - Shut up!
- What? - It's a rehearsal, no?
- Why all the pushing? - Exactly, that's what I want to know,
- We play our own stuff and…? - And what?
- Dunno, - Anyway,
we should finally play a gig,
'Cause… yeah, what's the use?
In a normal country, we would,
For now, we need another room,
Another room
and another drummer,
Burek!
You're laughing…
How's things? Going good?
- Yeah, why? - No reason,
My dad says: no fees for today,
Catch him tomorrow and he'll give you the daily rates for using his stuff,
So much for playing,
BANKBOOK
When the old man sees it,
- he'll fuck you up, - Maybe he won't see it,
Time was 3:06
When the thing happened
Some pipe cracked, the shit flowed
Streets under sewage
No more funny business,
It's a subversive group,
They demoralize our youth,
Their impact is downright disastrous,
I have a daughter, so I know,
She's a kid now, but she'll grow up,
I sewed this myself,
I mean, not the whole thing, just the legend,
Iwona and Siczka,
Thanks,
We're starting Operation code name “Razor Blade,”
Evolution
In the sewers
Evolution
In the sewers
Evolution
In the sewers
"Official note for Captain Majak,
A subversive group operates in Ustrzyki Dolne
known as Pan Krok,
commonly referred to as KSU,
They play music no normal person understands,
Sympathizers of the group include numerous girls
that the group has an adverse effect on,
They are:
Iga Czarnecka, Magda Bilska, Barbara Cisło,
Iwona Majak,”
A new era comes
“With the aforementioned, Siczka performs…
sex
as well as numerous other
offensive acts typical of youthful
extramarital relations,”
POLICE
You fucked her?!
- She's underage, got it? - I don't know her,
One more time,
She is 14,
She's still a child,
If it turns out
you hurt her,
you're dead,
Fuck off,
Now! Go!
Look for illegal press,
leaflets, weapons,
drugs, fucking anything,
Whatever you find - on my desk,
Is that clear?
Right,
We'll get that Siczka,
You can put your clothes on,
Please, come in,
She's a virgin,
What do I do now?
School's over, go to work like everyone, no?
It's cool to play the guitar, but that's not a living,
- No? - No,
Ptysiu was right,
No gigs is bullshit,
Boozer punk
A way of life
Disperses crowds
For crisis, for rot
For chaos, for pain
When there's no way out
You're done screaming
Grab the bottle tight
And drink up
Boozer punk
- Boozer punk - Wait up, hold up,
How did that happen?
Chief went to the boss and the boss said yes,
He said yes?
They say the boss called a number and it turned out it's fine,
And when can we see you?
- Hear you? - We do rehearsals sometimes,
Ah, rehearsals, When's the next gig?
One condition, No posters or ads,
Fuck posters,
- Did that just happen? - Dunno,
- Nice, - Right?
Lads, just play this right, eh?
They say inmates are coming,
- My chief got them here, - For real?
- Yeah, for good behavior, - That's good, We have a song for them,
USTRZYKI DOLNE JUNE 14, 1980
Let's go,
They call him a thief
Everybody runs him down
That's the way he rolls
Catch this, grab that
He knows prison
Been there
But that don't change him none
He doesn't fear the bars
No need to steal
Something pulls him to the muck
When he's in a store
Sees it, grabs it
Thief!
- Thief! - Thief!
Thief!
Comrade Captain, what is this?
Why do we allow this to happen?
It seems things are about to change,
They call him a thief
Everybody runs him down
That's the way he rolls
Catch this, grab that
He knows prison, been there
But that don't change him none
He doesn't fear the bars
What are you doing here?
No need to steal
When he's in a store
Sees it, grabs it
Thief!
- Hi, Siczka, - Hi,
Sign this?
- Oh… - Mhm,
What are you writing? “I was here”?
Well,
you were,
Can't recall,
Thought so, drunk,
Who are these bitches?
Bye,
Beautiful,
wonderful bitches,
Iga,
I saw it,
People heard my music and they literally blew their tops,
This is my destiny,
I'm pregnant,
Have it, then what's next?
We'll have to do something about it, I guess,
Raise it or something, Somehow,
So I'll raise it,
Or do we?
We'll take long walks,
We'll show it the mountains,
In the summer, when it's bigger,
we'll take it to the river,
We'll run across meadows,
Thief!
Play it again!
One more time! One more time!
Hey!
You're not listening,
We need to be responsible,
You need to,
What, I'm not?
You really don't want kids?
You're already the talk of Warsaw,
Here's something for you,
Straight from England,
Fuck me,
U,K, Subs, can't believe it,
I also have Tilt and Kryzys,
Alright, listen,
Play something, eh?
Something of your own,
We won't learn shit from this,
They don't tell us shit at the Central,
Gotta listen to Free Europe,
You're laughing
Old age, no
Being young, no
Ambition, no
Laughing like an idiot Laughing like an idiot
This is the fucking shit,
You don't just look the part,
in Warsaw there's no crew like yours at all, y'know?
Would you play in Kołobrzeg?
My insides burned out I'm cracking from the inside
Burns and scorches Pulls and pinches
Everyone's looking at me
There's still something left
At the bottom of the bottle
I scream though I can't scream
Nor can I drink anymore
Where's the sea?! I want to hop into the water!
My right side's all numb
The left will be so soon
My face is red and blue
Another louse is biting hard
My body feels so light
Head swimming, I'm almost out
My spirit's gone But the wreck remains
This is the price for deceit
The end
I lay all alone and pale
The end
A cross above my head
The end
What a horrible year
The end
And you're gonna be next And you're gonna be next
And you're all gonna be next Victims of the booze
Bohun…
- How far is it? - Fuck do I know,
Excuse me, miss,
which way to the amphitheater?
Oh, what's that, you're Polish?
Good morning,
Eh, Bohun,
Fucking Jan Matejko,
He could never do this,
Power's out,
Maybe you can play on that one?
Play punk on a grand piano?
You can do it!
- Sex Chopin, Chopin Punk! - Please, mate!
Where are you lot from?
Free Republic of Bieszczady,
Yeah? And where's that?
Straight up, left, cross the bridge, fuck knows how far ahead,
- Yeah, cool, - Hey!
Who are these blokes?
Tilt, Kryzys, Nocne Szczury,
Deadlock, The best this land has to offer,
Right, done?
Give me that,
Tilt and Kryzys, fuck me,
So what now, bugger off back home?
Tilt and Kryzys,
Hey, this yours?
Who did this?!
Calm down! KSU, easy!
I'll paint this on your head, fucking fag!
I'll fuck you up so bad, you'll be playing sideways!
Gents, all they're waiting for is a dustup,
Officially we only let in 100 people, Can't do more,
One fuckup and we're in the pits,
- You're still fucked! - Okay,
Just after the festival,
Come on,
Tomkas…
Alright, let's play,
Worst case, we fuck up,
This has been Nocne Szczury,
And now it's KSU from Ustrzyki Dolne,
KOŁOBRZEG AUGUST 9, 1980
Hey, people!
You're scared to leave
After dark
The day is fine
The night scares you
Avoid side streets
But you take the leap
Into the swamp of the big city
Its dark neons, and then
Drunken little fuck
Gets you on the face
Drunken little fuck
A flash of razor
You're running without thinking
How this social problem began
A decent daddy, mom's fine, too
The son drinks
And then he also hits
Drunken little fuck
Gets you on the face
Drunken little fuck
A flash of razor
We conquered Kołobrzeg!
Like the Four fucking Horsemen!
Anything's possible!
Drunken little fuck Puke in his pocket
Drunken little fuck
Gone to the dogs
KSU! KSU!
KSU!
C'mon,
Ustrzyki?
How come?
- In Bieszczady? - Normal, y'know,
We sit in the mountains, the fucking wolves are howling,
And so do we,
We've got this bunker in the woods,
and when we're off,
we go there and throw grenades…
Plenty of grenades in Ustrzyki,
Hey, lads,
This is Peter from Germany,
- Hello! - The West kind!
What the fuck, say “grenade,”
a Kraut pops out,
We have a proposition,
I would like you and Tilt to publish a record in Germany,
You on one side, Tilt on the other,
Translate it, please,
He says you're great and he wants to publish a record,
Hello?
He wants you published, In real Germany,
not DDR, The Federal Republic,
Bundesrepublik Deutschland, ja?
You on one side, Tilt on the other,
So, what now?
He wants you out in the west, what do I tell him?
Heil Hitler to you?
What was that?
No, nothing, nicht,
I heard Kołobrzeg
went swimmingly,
So?
You should press on now,
A tour abroad,
maybe Hungary,
But I hear
you're short on good equipment,
Wouldn't you like something better?
I could help you there,
Our socialist fatherland
supports, let's say, folklore,
It's just…
that the fatherland needs support,
Gratitude,
Are you jerking off or what? They're right under our noses,
Yeah…
And your friends from Gdańsk, from Warsaw, when they come,
what do they say?
Siczka, don't get out of line,
I told you once already,
- The Soviet Union is… - Ten kilometers away,
- And will last…? - Three hundred years,
At least three hundred,
- And this Wałęsa will soon… - What's Wałęsa?
Never heard of a "Wałęsa,”
Hi,
I know already,
You're getting married,
- ‘Scuse me? - You're getting married,
That's news to me, But maybe you know better,
Magda got a banquet hall, a band,
Could you?
What's up?
We're gonna have a baby,
No,
you're all screwed up with these babies,
Siczka, where are you going?
Fuck me,
Get a grip,
I'm pregnant, too,
Iga, I want to play,
Do you know how cool it was in Kołobrzeg?
Iga!
Why now?
Mate, I'm supposed to play the keys?
Anyway, you saw in Kołobrzeg: punks don't play the keys,
Chopin fucking punk?
If you ask me, you can play any instrument so long as you're free,
Mate, maybe you're free 'cause you're the composer, but me?
Besides, when are we playing the next gig?
Are we gonna play at all?
Yeah, exactly,
Mate, either we set things up or we jerk off,
What time is it?! Where's Siczka and Tomkas?
Siczka's coming and Tomkas' setting up a disco,
Right,
Ptysiu's gone, and that lad plays DJ,
Count me out too, mate,
CONSCRIPTION LETTER
Fucking wonderful,
Great,
What's going on?
I got rid of it,
People like stones
DECEMBER 13, 1981 MARTIAL LAW
Faces cut from granite
Hands like automatons
Thoughts angry and vile
What now?
Papers!
What's this fucking demonstration about?
He didn't fucking say a word,
Shut your face when you speak to me,
Hey!
We're done with this circle jerk,
I warned you,
And?
And the shit hit the fan,
This is how this KSU of yours ends,
No more demoralizing youths,
Fuck off,
Do you know
that hairy roach
in jackboots and a uniform?
No?
You'll see him soon,
Reports from all over the country
indicate unambiguously
that the Polish People's Army goes above and beyond
to perform the duties assigned by the leadership,
Of special attention are the activities
the soldiers perform
to root out the hot spots of anarchy,
which the society shows general understanding for,
Tuptuś!
Hi!
- Back for long? - Two days,
Don't even ask me how much I paid,
Fuck…
Some fucker's gonna have me stand at attention,
tell me what to do,
crawl and shit on order,
Mate, I'm itching all over,
I paid the colonel, he gave me a deferment,
but I'm all out of cash,
Oh, nice,
- How much for that? - Well…
A month of deferment, It's as much as I can do,
Come back in a month,
Am I supposed to get this much liquor every month?
What did you think?
How's your drinking, eh?
Sit down,
It's not the end of the world,
Calm down,
I get passes from the army, We can play,
Did you play anything lately?
Tomkas left,
He gave up,
I can't reason with Bohun,
But you're keeping busy, I see,
Wanna hear?
You weren't born
To look down on the crowd
You're a little piece of nothing
With a number in the files
Go against the flow
Go against the flow!
And so on,
So, let's get going, Let's play,
We'll find a sub for Tomkas,
Alright, George,
You got the goods, You're a good fit,
Which one should we play? This one?
Or “Martwy Rok”?
Wolves and men
Siczka, what's the problem?
- I'll be right back, - Alright,
I understand all of it,
You enjoy playing music,
And I'm not a muse,
I'm a regular chick,
And I know,
You don't want any hang-ups,
Play, Write songs,
Do gigs,
Be free, Be with me,
I'm fine with that,
I'm not fine with it,
Hey, brother,
The daughter's here and you're asleep?
What do you mean,
it's mine?
Regional Court in Lesko, hearing the case from a suit by Eugeniusz Olejarczyk
against Magdalena Bilska
for the purpose of establishing paternity, decides:
plaintiff Olejarczyk
is not the father of the child
by Magdalena Bilska,
Please be seated,
Justification:
due to the result of a test
performed at the laboratory of the Medical Academy in Kraków…
Lads, this is Elizka, say hello,
- Bohun, - What the fuck, man?
We were supposed to start an hour ago,
I couldn't make it,
So maybe fuck three broads at a time, not eight,
- Hey! - You'll make it then,
- Bohun… fuck off forever, mate, - Wait till fuck you up,
- And? - Shit, I've had enough!
Lads, easy,
You're fucked up for good, y'know?
President of the fucking universe,
Go be a boss at the combine or join the police,
Fuck all that,
I'm leaving, I'm through with all this,
I'll do ten times as much alone than what I do with you,
Sure, fine, Do it,
I will,
Are we playing?
Siczka!
Siczka…
but what's happening now?
You can't be a punk in this country,
Iwonka, home,
Now,
Bye-bye,
People like stones
Faces cut from granite
Hands like automatons
Thoughts angry and vile
Days pass cruelly
And all hope's dying
No one's looking back
There is no more tomorrow
I could kill you, bitch,
Dead year
Another dead year
It's the dead year again
Another dead…
Thanks,
What's that?
Soon even the colonel won't help you, son,
- For order, - For order,
Mate, once you get the ticket,
you're screwed,
I'd rather hang myself,
Well, you can always go AWOL,
Yeah?
Then what, slammer? Even better,
Alright, I know a guy
who can get you a deferment,
The thing is, it's gonna hurt,
Harder,
Can't do it, The arm's too strong,
Highlander, eh?
Hit me,
Private Olejarczyk reports on duty,
Private, get down!
Private, get up!
They'll give you a gun
Tell you to stand in line
They'll tell you to load
And then to shoot
Not in your motherfucking pajamas?
It's five to six!
Get the fuck up, fucking cubs!
What's the time?! Six a,m,!
Orders, orders
We go on singing
Orders, orders Our flag is flying high
Unsteady rain
Ruffled the orchard
We've been fighting this war
Many, many years
- Krzychu, - What?
- Krzychu! - What's up?
Mate, what do you do to get out of this?
Play crazy,
Or cut yourself,
What's taking you so long?
Report!
The fuck!
Unconscious,
Good, so we don't need anesthetics, Here we go,
You'll live!
These hands have healing powers,
You're not running anywhere, kitty cat,
No way,
So, fucking slacker?
Private Olejarczyk, Report to officer,
But you're not really Olejarczyk, you're Siczka,
Kinda… I mean, yes, sir,
Comrade Lieutenant,
An artist, musician,
Yes, sir,
They've been up your ass a bit, eh?
'Cause our art is about getting asses in line,
So, have they been up your ass?
Lately? A bit less so, yes, sir,
Time flies,
as the artist Mickiewicz used to say,
My son knows you,
Went to your concert,
Alright,
Comrade Private,
We're forming a kind of…
musical platoon,
We got a…
bass player private and a…
drummer private,
You'll play with them,
Yes, sir,
A cranberry bush flowered in the forest
Many a girl
Loved a soldier boy
Many a girl Loved a soldier boy!
Loved a soldier boy, liked him a lot
Loved a soldier boy, liked him a lot!
And scribbled these tender letters to him…
Oh, and we got a letter from Tuptuś,
I was just vacationing in Braniewo, I thought I'd drop by,
Daddy doesn't know,
How's he doing? Eased up a bit?
I think he's being moved to Rzeszów,
- To Rzeszów? - Mhm,
- Because of you, - How come?
For Operation Razor Blade, that's his reward,
He was hoping for Warsaw, but…
you know how it is,
It's better than Krosno,
Would you move to Rzeszów?
Girl, you're beautiful,
Siczka, no,
I have a boyfriend,
So what?
I know you'd be sleeping around,
And…
I know you can be punk all your life,
That's not what I want to be,
Siczka!
Go, the stage is waiting!
“And so it goes,
The town's there, the mountains are too,
Waiting for you to come back,
It's a pity we're not playing anymore, but what can you do?
I got myself a truly punk job,
I get back home dirty and angry,
Tomkas is…
he has nothing going,
Bohun left, has a band with lads from Łańcut,
He's on bass now,
I went to see them play, Cool crew, they're alright,
but not our style,
George,
George got a job at a community center,
And Broda?
You know what he's doing,
He's shitting out the lyrics to your songs and says
he's barely keeping up with you,
I admire you, mate,
I really do,
I hope you'll push through somehow,
Besides, year two in that shithole is all fun and games,
Or maybe boring,
Take care, Tuptuś,”
Alright, cubs, that's enough,
Report off duty,
Mister Reserve Officer, sir,
Three cubs reporting of having performed the christening of Poland,
Sentenced to seven hundred
Seven hundred sixteen days
Sentenced to seven hundred
Seven hundred sixteen days
One hundred forty-nine days until I'm off!
Bravo!
Sentenced to seven hundred
Seven hundred sixteen days
Sentenced to seven hundred
Seven hundred sixteen days
KATARZYNA SOLECKA
SHE LIVED FOR 18 YEARS DIED IN A TRAGIC ACCIDENT
Hi, Iga,
Hi,
You know, I…
think that…
you're, I dunno,
the best broad I ever met,
Iga, who is it?
Never mind,
Wrong apartment,
I can't,
Don't ever try to go against the flow
Don't try to look for reasons
Don't break out of line
'Cause you're nothing, nothing…
You weren't born…
DEDAL CLUB RZESZÓW, 1986
…To look down on the crowd
You're a little piece of nothing
With a number in the files
Go against the flow Go against the flow
Bravo! Bravo!
Very nice,
What is it? We're about to play,
It's been a long time,
I came by to show you I'm alive, That I'm doing fine,
Between us, you know,
there may be perestroika, Gorbachev, the Chernobyl fuckup…
But as I told you before,
the Soviet Union will last a hundred years,
Last time, you said three hundred,
I cut it down to 100 'cause I like you,
Mr, Majak, I really ought to thank you,
- For the military, - Oh,
I never came up with that many songs before,
That's all thanks to you,
And say hello to Iwonka!
Have a good show,
I'll drop by to listen,
Don't ever try to go against the flow
Don't try to look for reasons
Don't break out of line
'Cause you're nothing, nothing
Don't ever try to say no
Don't ever try to find a reason
An individual is nothing at all
And you're nothing, too
You weren't born
To look down on the crowd
You're a little piece of nothing
With a number in the files
Go against the flow Go against the flow!
KSU! KSU! KSU!
- Siczka, could you? - Of course,
Who for?
My name's Eugeniusz,
That's my name, too,
Great, and this is for my great-grandpa,
He's a fan, too, Same as Grandma,
Can you see them? They're back there,
Recognize them?
Grandpa always used to cover you from the commies,
He always believed in you!
He helped you compose the most,
Great, thanks,
FOR JERZY, 300 YEARS IN GOOD HEALTH SICZKA
IN 1988, KSU RECORDED ITS FIRST ALBUM,
THREE YEARS LATER, THE SOVIET UNION COLLAPSED,
UNTIL THE MAKING OF THIS FILM, KSU HAD PUBLISHED NINE ALBUMS,
…Don't ever try to say no
Don't ever try to find a reason
An individual is nothing at all
And you're nothing, too
You weren't born
To look down on the crowd
You're a little piece of nothing
With a number in the files
Go against the flow
Never try to go against the wind
The fool won't ever win
So hide your face in the crowd
You won't jump higher Than your ass
Don't knock your head Against the wall
Get your hair all bloody
Your nut cracks like a shell
There ain't nothing left
You weren't born
To look down on the crowd
You're a little piece of nothing
With a number in the files
Go against the flow
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