DESCRIPTION:
Heimatlos was a Punkband from Paris:

HEIMAT-LOS (also spelled Heimatlos on the last few records) was formed on October 29th 1983 by four guys from the outskirts of Paris. From the first practice on, the intent was to play very fast and powerful music, really as fast as possible and with as much pure energy as they could muster. Punk music played at such unholy speeds was unheard of in France at the time. Hardcore only really took off in Paris in 1988, which is actually the year Heimat-los broke up after five years of constant playing.They played faster and more extreme than the bands they listened to when they started (Dead Kennedys, Bad Brains, Discharge, Minor Threat and German bands like Razzia, Slime, Neurotic Arseholes...). It wasn't long before they realized that other bands were doing the same, like Siege, early D.R.I., M.D.C., F.O.D., Offenders (USA), Rattus, Kaaos, Terveet Kädet (Finland), Inferno (Germany), Negazione (Italy), etc.

Lyrics had something special: they were sung (by Norbert) in numerous languages: English, German, Spanish, Finnish, Swedish, Russian and French, their native language (for some of them the pronunciation was as approximate as one can expect from vomited hardcore screams). Those languages were mainly chosen for their phonetic qualities but also reflected the band's tastes in terms of foreign scenes.

The name Heimat-los (German for "Stateless person") underlines this internationalist spirit.

Songs in this Video:
SCHLAG !

Schlag Punker, schlag Skinheads,
Shlag mit lust
Weil die Grünen da sind
Zuzammen sitzen
Die pershings warten
In der Nacht und Nebel,
Aber das Krieg, es wartet nicht.

Mach schnell und schau mal
Soldaten sind bereits hier.
Du bist erschrekt und lahm
Wenn sie auf dir schie?t...
Schlag !

(1983)

VARSOVIE (Warszawa / Varsaw)

I walk alone in the streets,
Partisan hymn comes to my hears.
A bullet brushes my cheek,
I turn over and I see panzers.

Da svisdaniya, da svisdaniya
Da svisdaniya Warszawa.

German hords devastate the city
And russians are waiting for our death.
Polish women are crying
Tears of blood falling on the snow.

Da svisdaniya, da svisdaniya
Da svisdaniya Warszawa.

(1983)

FUNK IS DEAD

Woke up about ten, the night is over
I look by the window, I see the sun
Happy boy, the day is beginning
I drank a coke and I ate some cheese
... I take my skate
... a funky day
« Son of bitch » said to me a punk
But I don't care, I like the funk

...

Funk is dead !
Funk is dead dead dead dead !

(1984)

Enjoy this great band!!!