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Bad Bid

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1.
Big Words 02:37
And if this won't move you better leave the door open cuz there won't be a point in holding anything in anymore... I never chose to be anything I'd later find excuses for Never thought that the price of always speaking my mind would be an open door to anyone wanting to prove you wrong, counting the times that you've got no control on those bursting words of self-limitations, dreams you can't catch, damn those big words... Well I've always been running with ideas half chewed, in the mouth of child always feeling excused... Proud to be wrong if convincing you takes so long. Won't play along full of spite to the tip of my tongue. Ain't nothing more than a self-indulgent effort to be something more in a morally excused world In times like these when walls materialistic (and actual) anesthetics keep you from commiserating with the sufferers next door, I feel obliged to break some private pink bubbles with moral critiques I'm not sure I can uphold... Still I feel left behind with ideas half chewed, in the mouth of a child always feeling excused... Proud to be wrong if convincing you takes so long Won't play along full of spite to the tip of my tongue Yet this feels more than a self-indulgent effort just trying to see more in a morally excused world
2.
Got me a broken ideal and I don't know what to stand for in this world full of opinions and their minions and the other ones who think that I'm trying to be part of something Part of a thinking group like you, like them, like us, part of the mass in a massive intermission between thinking and creation, not to mention the effect of pop-corn models on our minds and the price tags we put on our creative time And it's obscure, but it's the way you had it coming when you said "I won't be compromised" yet had a family, with a couple of mouths to feed you forget about your need to be out of the machine that's already killed your dream You play expressionless four chords of their choice to match the voice of a pin-up whore that could never ask for more What about you Mr.Burnitall? Now you'll just say: "As years pass such a fir cannot last!" Well I don't know, I've been planning my road to a non-conformist, pointless way of living Hit me with the fact that I'm spending money that my dad made out of nothing and I know we could have less, while others more in need lived decently And so... the question remains. Still I don't approve of choices that he made for us but I cannot help acknowledging a single fact: that he gave me time to learn to think for myself and i admire that he made it fair and square, as far as he could tell. And I am scared as hell of making a mockery out of every song I tell. It's a simple procedure, everybody
3.
Bright side of things is even harder to see today than any day Who could use any optimism? See, the Wheel just stopped when we got so numerous that its best for you to just adapt to a situation that abstract Cuz they sure could use some weight reliefs and it's clinically insane to be moving on unsteady wheels In 50 years the Wheel had moved just about a quarter enough to put some men on top while where there should be six o'clock what was left were the graves to put some sense to the populace That sense ceased the movement of the Wheel, they set the bait but you made the deal And it's been like that ever since and the sound of decay will reach the top as a major B We elect and back down, we ourselves are incompetent... Represent us but your party comes first They can give you more, they can ease your thirst, for security but you never forget that you're not 12 o'clock cuz you'd never give the order for the death of a million That's somebody else' s job... That's somebody else' s job, eat the weak to prey on most To think that they control our world and share their power with their whores And so the burden stays with those around the 2 to 5 and 7 to 10 no matter what their parents chose their way of life will show if our world's at its end And I'm not talking about a war against the 12 o'clock to take their place "Revolution" is just a phase before decay of power knocks your door Cuz in the end we all just stand and listen trying not to forget we want our clocks in synch Let's hope that we won't grow to forget about the rest
4.
Sudden failure indicates I’ve had it easy Here I go again and blame my parents Don’t push, I’ll even blame you cuz you didn’t warn me nicely Maybe biting hands instead of served food gives some thrill but not good (enough) Enough I said but couldn’t stand alone I’m spoiled and busy enough realizing… That I should be long gone If I was that strong I wouldn't be here at all, wouldn't need this song to answer where I'm from ...gone. If I was that strong I wouldn't be here at all, with a chorus left for you to sing along. Fastest rat yet I can't see the point in winning stress is running high and my brain is running dry and all this cuz I had the way paved and parents there to push me Yet I should be long gone If I was that strong I wouldn't be here at all, wouldn't need this song to answer where I'm from ...gone. If I was that strong I wouldn't be here at all, with a chorus left for you to sing along So we'll sing along this chorus, to remind you of the sorrows that we'll never live Try to drive us away cuz you know that the day you will come with our sins on display we'll be gone
5.
Simple Toss 05:16
Again you ask me for sing-along vocals Again you ask to contain myself Would you look at that, I'm singing in the quarters It looks like I'm beginning to play it safe It's not like I don't care about the audience We sing along we don't like to feel alone It's not like I don't want them to relate Proved this before in another frantic song It's just agreeing to disagree about music Agreeing that has something to do with me I'll put this simple chords in line for your sake It's your choice don't deny it I'll put my word on those for you to take You're doing great tell us is your fame at stake Can't say it feels as good as I expected Agreeing that has something to do with me With this song stuck in mind you'll see your loss you can't dodge on a simple toss you think you've got a choice With this song stuck in mind you'll see your loss you can't dodge on a simple toss There's a line you shouldn't cross No one can blame a kid raised on a steady diet of MTV No one can say that "simple" shouldn't be on music based on punk-rock energy Just saying I can't stand the repetition Masses accepting easy and carefree, and only. Mass production needs money (Chorus[repetition]) With this song stuck in mind you'll see your loss and I won't sing this part with a lower and calmer voice to remind you of the lyrics of my last "breakout refrain" cuz there won't be one. (No there won't be one) Just to show you We Don't Care
6.
No way, I don't think I will use my head today; I'll rewind what comes to mind, say what I'd normally say Greet the average with compliments, eye contacts become rare My opinion is irrelevant, what matters is that "I care" But they wouldn't understand even if I pointed out their worst And they'd be way out of league, if I stood that close So I'll just send my bright-eyed corpse... A million handshakes will escort your everyday defying Quit making noise you had a choice, yet you're too old to stop denying that a million handshakes will escort your everyday defying, yet your pride is dying Tried to stop before, came back for more Because people turn their backs and started talking Being left out, it sure felt kind of shocking And so again you tap their backs, you break the ice and camouflage, a grin that speaks your mind if them, a grin that says "You're mine again!" A grin that only friends would understand, that contains none of them So keep talking, keep taking all they can give But when alone again you're empty still and all you've taken cannot fill the void those pointless conversations left you with You find yourself wishing there was one to remember you for what you really are (Chorus) Bring them on! And I'll find the courage to ignore Bring them on! And I'll speak my mind although I'll probably miss the smile of the stranger whose eyes color I couldn't remember A million handshakes could have escorted your everyday defying, yet your hands are untied Separated those you should oppose
7.
Seems like I'm trying to get everything out when in reality I'm trying to find more inside than a lack of attention I shouldn't mention cuz this stage would look kind of suspicious Would it? Just try to ignore everything I just said applaud like before despite what I meant Cuz you're part of a scene now you feel whole again, don't bother to think how the message I sent and the irony created ridicules the content of your head... But still I notice a dozen pairs of clapping hands You think you've "got" this song and what it stands for I bet you think you're different from the rest I do not intend to offend I'm just making a suggestion... Best for you forget about this song, keep on thinking and it won't be long before you get it wrong again, to think that you belong somewhere the irony continues to be common wealth Sad thing is you've done it all before (And I know) that you didn;t pretend you believed you were friends (What I saw) but the only common ground was music and the rest was superficial unity for common style's sake You wouldn't play it safe, you had to get away from this game of "find the differences" while hating all the witnesses You let them down, left their heads underground Still you got away believing you were the winner if the round... But still you search the world for the truest "rebel yell" Think you got some allies but it's yourself you sell By now you probably think we're a bunch of sellouts If my point was to offend I'd be taking to myself too... Check the source of your recruiting needs just in case it's overwhelming ease What color matches fame? Forget about your game To leave them all behind you simply draw the line It's gonna take some rules but they're for you to choose. As I thought If it's true for you, you don't need a pack of copies to believe it too Unlike you they won't gladly leave their place in the queue for a sustainable, yet so common success in adulthood You try to recognize beliefs that vanished because of the stress of time And though it's not the same for you, you consider yourself stupid for looking at clouds the way you do Though that's what kids should do! We spend our whole existences reforming ourselves Who knows in the end we might belong somewhere,no? "we'll fight for our values" we shouted out loud, tried to separate us from the crowd but reality stroke and we had to hit the ground
8.
Walls 04:14
-Are you sure you just did what you wanted? -(I) thought I told you to stay out of this. -A talk won't take long--- -...long enough for me to force myself out of judging edges -It's true that i find it so hard to express an opinion without playing a part to impress my own self that could never believe in one thing without judging the reason of the choice that I lean on and so... So I stick to the plan... -If you know that you get all excited you must know that your words lose their credit. The audience won't buy it and it's not like they'll get it But at last if they listened I wouldn't seem so jaded -and so... So I stick to the plan... -Counterpoints float and dissolve when they cannot be heard Gathered around you they were but you couldn't find the words Wish my way didn't count... -What bothers you if the world isn't turning the way you had imagined -It's burning inside ever since I began to think through my own actions But why should you care? It's a violent world full of scams and ironic turnouts Makes you feel you must be one of them to get out in one piece or at least feel their bliss just to hate them once more once you walk out their door -And you know he will walk out that door; like it or not. It's true I still find it grotesque to impress an audience that gives credit to me just for singing in key And i push music hard on herself It's my thoughts that I'm serving and it can't be on a dish. And I burst with emotions through a voice and I wish that can move someone else..
9.
Words that went astray written on a wall supposing nothing's wrong would looking back and smile take so long? You had to walk away (nothing to you) the others got it wrong (seems that nothing) is progressing anymore (except for roads) and numbers on the doors, increasing, keep score It's nothing more than tracking everything that's not significant Yet significant to you (Chorus) The wall now bears a shade The meanings search a role Another chemical sunset is lending colors to the floor, lengthening shadows into hopes and hopes to even more (Chorus)

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Bad Bid are:

Chris Kritikeau - vocals / guitar
George Ellinas - bass / backing vox
Nikos Tsamasiros - drums on these recordings and generally up to 2011 / current sound & video guy
Vaggelis Pournaras - violin
George Zafeiropoulos - saxophone / backing shouts
Stella Fin - violin / backing vox
Costas Papathanasopoulos - current drummer
Alex Sak - trumpet / backing shouts
And honorary member Dimitris Athanasopoulos on glockenspiel / melodica / backing vox

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released January 5, 2013

All Songs written by Bad Bid - Lyrics written by Christos Georgios Kritikos
Produced by Alex Bolpasis and Bad Bid - Recorded and mixed by Alex Bolpasis @ Artracks Studios
Mastered by George Priniotakis

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Bad Bid Athens, Greece

Bad Bid are:

Gennadios Arvanitis on violin/backing shouts_
Christos G. Kritikos on guitar/vocals_
Nick Neofytos on bass/vocals_
Costas Papathanasopoulos on the drums_
Alex Sak on the trumpet/backing shouts_
Marios Vittis on the trumpet/backing shouts_
George Zafeiropoulos on the sax/backing shouts
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