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Revenge On The City
02:32
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We were occupying a house in Västerås.
There was nowhere to go.
The police threw us out, we went back inside.
The news was there and made reports.
Our desire, was raised in the town hall.
One morning the house was gone.
The simplest solution they thought.
That evening was a frustrated sortie.
We drank in anger.
we got really drunk.
Revenge on the city
It was in the air.
I woke up in jail.
I apparently had a chain
and gone off on the
entire city.
Come on people.
I need some suport.
With out no bother at all i had broken all the windows of all the shops in the town center.
Until the police came and wrestled me down.
Now I sit in jail awaiting trial.
Come on people.
Come on people.
I was too young for jail so it got probation.
There was no youth center because greed
rules in the city.
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She could be me in pieces
She is so nice and funny, to talk to.
She could become a friend for life.
She is like me in some ways, different from me in other,
it allows us to be, an access to each other
She challenges me intellectually,
and will include questions that make me.
reevaluate my cemented opinions.
The emptiness
needs
not to be filled.
No answers
afraid
we have
nothing of.
totalitarian tolerance
Everything you read with your eys
The soul dissecting profound, self-realization, get a helping analysis,
of our ability in each other’s,
journey inwards, into our thoughts
To be comfortable, with not knowing,
to know, everything is, impossible.
She challenges me intellectually,
and will include questions that make me.
reevaluate my cemented opinions.
The emptiness
needs
not to be filled.
No answers
afraid we have
nothing of.
totalitarian tolerance
She could, be me in pieces
She could be me
But in pieces
I know it sounds insane but
I really believe it
A dick here and a pussy there
i don’t know, it doesn’t matter
Your collective memories and thoughts you had so far in your life, with your own experiences,
and meetings, and everything you read with your eyes, become a poetic force, you can make use of the decision to be a global citizen, with everything and everyone.
We share the atheistic reality-based view that the earth is a place
as we all should take joint responsibility for both in a humanistic way and in a nature respectful manner.
Our artistic place, or issues become through our totalitarian tolerance so
sincere to the direction of our work.
something like that ….
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3. |
Does He Have A Gun
03:25
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In the same subway car, sits two guys, who I know wants to beat me.
We look at each other, the doors close, and I must, find a solution.
I look straight into their eyes, the distance is such, that my fear is hidden. (Im in luck this time)
I take my right hand, and places it inside of my jacket.
I hold my hand there, frozen, and i gaze at them.
I can feel their thoughts, to the other side of the carriage.
Does he have a gun in the jacket
or is he bluffing"?
I now believe, that much of myself, that i think they do too.
We sit on each side, of the fucking trolley, station after station.
I won’t go of, until they do.
I will sit here, for as long as it takes.
I have to solve the problem, of these two menacing animals.
Defuse the conflict, by psychology,
and Reputation, spread in their neighborhoods.
Does he have a gun in the jacket
or is he bluffing ?
I have to break up with him, The date creates conflicts.
in his bipolar condition.
The strongest freest love, was small moments in a dark chaos.
Now I’m going along, with the memory of a state.
Never again, is a loss as large as a profit.
Does he have a gun in the jacket
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4. |
Paper Monster
04:33
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Paper Monster living in a box.
With a pencil she´s writing things on candy wrappers.
She writes verse that can change the world.
I can only be. I can not even get it.
Why is it so hard.
Knowing naturally, adapted.
As part of my life, as that of the other.
Taken prisoner, outcast.
Salt, Curved, intended, misleading, crossroads.
I remember you now like gasoline.
I´m at ease in this situation.
I feel reborn again.
Do you think i can come back after this life.
Do you think i can forgive myself before i die.
If i stop eating on your gratitude.
If i stop, leaning on me.
Paper Monster living in a box.
With a pencil she´s wright things on candy wrappers.
She writes verse, that can change the world.(as we know it)
I can only be. I can not even get it.
I can not even get it !
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5. |
Yes You Are An Idiot
02:59
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God morning commuters, are you ready for a fulfilling day .
Please remove all thoughts that could change the way you live your life.
Dream of a miracle that will put you out of your misery.
Why don’t you watch some famous people talk about nothing.
And laugh with them while they have some fun .
After all they depend on you to bring them cash.
Yes you are an idiot
You must find some poor group of people to blame, right?
When it´s the rich fucking owners and there politicians who are the real criminals.
And then you elect. the shit party. that narrow minded news wants.
Commercial forces. wants you. uneducated and weak.
Thats what they want
Exploding politicians rotten flesh.
The smell of burnt money on the streets of hate.
Picture this future, kids , nature rules, with a strong hand.
It dosen´t matter who you are, It´s what you do.
Yes you are an idiot.
And then you elect. the shit party. that narrow minded news wants.
Commercial forces. wants you.
Yes you are an idiot.
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6. |
Sven Disorder
03:43
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There, waiting for nothing, only command, all alone, waiting for the brain bogey.
In the corner of the room, from floor to ceiling, will be owned by the sound and the feeling.
Sven disorder collecting coins with great precision.
Do not change the sheets sleeping with he´s shoes on.
His mother stopped coming after an accident.
Sven disorder do not go out.
Salty taste on freedom.
Order stuff with his telephone.
Sven disorder was a father.
Hiding away from he´s family.
He´s teeth are destroyed.
In the middle of the night.
Rescued back from a decision.
Searching for new downloads.
The loneliness he has learned to like.
It´s inserted in his mind.
He´s waiting for nothing, the only command.
He´s needs assessment to take workout back in to sleep.
There, waiting for nothing, only command, all alone, waiting for the brain bogey.
Sven disorder collecting coins with great precision.
Do not change the sheets sleeping with the shoes on.
His mother stopped coming after accident.
Sven disorder do not go out.
Salty taste on freedom.
Order stuff with his telephone.
Sven disorder was a father.
Hiding away from he´s family.
What made him so bound, to solitude i wonder.
Now when the children ask, they have no answer.
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7. |
Life Has An End
07:40
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So close to the pain to love it.
So close to myself and to the open door.
A backpack with art.
A glass of water and a pink notebook.
3 lives in the same moment.
Loathing can also be beautiful
soaked in a picture like a memory from a dream.
sleeping deep, never to wake up.
unrealistic pattern of my thoughts into words.
Born once.
Death once.
Loved one time.
Hated once.
Life has an end to it.
I'm not here, as you believe I'm here.
The meeting between us is not important.
When we found home someone else is born.
The strongest feelings are first in line.
With harmony to a point that shows how confused it is.
Its like three different emotions, or more, these feelings, to learn more,
to see more about all.
So close to the pain to love it.
So close to myself and to the open door.
Born once.
Death once.
Loved one time.
Hated once.
Life has an end to it.
Yes i am afraid
and calm
Then rest time away from the obvious that permeates the day.
Behind the doors, an infinitely sea.
A virus.
A cure.
Complex and mad, below the surface.
Partner with thoughts, except common sens.
You may not reach back.
I want to know what I am
I want to answer my most difficult questions.
Who is my friend, more than i is my friend.
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8. |
Back On The Streets
03:54
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Walking around alone, with a dead phone.
I Have to find somewhere to sleep.
I'll find that warm toilet.
I have to go through fire unaffected and strong.
The city is a repression of feelings.
Im afraid on the inside, stone faced on the outside.
I Use my antennas and i detects situations.
Collecting cans, buy wine, lie in the sun.
Find friends, swim, sleep in the park.
party time, meet someone, draining the fridge.
Back on the streets.
No responsibility
simple life.
The end comes closer
I drink myself away
Despair is my defense.
This is the last year.
I promise
I hate happy socks
I hate nike and coke
Everything explodes in my head.
Rain, rain, rain for weeks
Then the dust and the sun.
Basic thoughts take over.
Hold my umbrella.
Yes I’m gonna tell ya now.
Back on the streets.
No responsibility
simple life.
The end comes closer
I drink myself away
Despair is my defense.
This is the last year.
I promise
I probably gonna quit someday
or i will have a, merry little joyfull death
on my own, in the gutter.
I hate happy socks
I hate nike and coke
Everything explodes in my head.
Rain, rain, rain for weeks
Then the sun and the dust
Basic thoughts take over
Hold my umbrella.
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Lee and I we did everything together, but nothing was normal
She could take a beer glass and push it up a man's face.
it wasn't so funny for me, when i got the blame.
I played her brother so we got drinks for free.
But when we got drunk and start kissing, our cover was gone
She was the worst most of the time
but when she was best, she was unbeatable, she was the worst. the best, the worst.
I just went along with everything.
A face from the past in a suburb of Stockholm.
She suffered from, growing up, with an alcoholic mom.
She was never home, and the father was in the military.
She ended up with criminals, along with her sister, yea.
Of four years with chaos and drug life.
I got a summer with her without drugs and violence.
That summer, was one of the finest moments of my life.
A face from the past in a suburb of Stockholm.
We took speed in several days and experimented with everything we got.
I fell asleep one time in the bath, she saved me from drowning,
she ran into the tunnel once to meet the train, I saved her.
She stuck a knife in my leg and I hit her in the face.
We slept together for days with stitched legs and blue and yellow eye.
We had sex until we felt ready for new make-up.
Hell round us in to call on us.
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10. |
Big City
06:00
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On my way home from work, tired as hell.
I sit down in the subway cart, and i sink in.
Awakened brutally, by a punch in the stomach.
Two guards shout to me, wake up and remove yourself.
You are not welcome here, there a standard to be followed.
You were born the wrong kind, but you should never give up.
On your way down town, it's Friday night.
Your hair is fixed up, the makeup is on.
Staring out the window, not to drag attention to me.
I wake up brutally again, by a hit in the back of the head.
By a skinhead, who think I should
remove myself, I'm apparently too ugly.
When the night is over, and I'm going home.
I'm drunk and fall asleep, on the night bus, on the way home.
I wake brutally again, this time with a knife to the bone.
Three testosterone guys, do not think I'll should were makeup
and they throw me off the bus, i have to call an ambulance.
try to explain what happened, they do not believe in me.
So I have to call again, and after the emergency visit.
I take myself home. ( oh shit i´m so tired of this )
I'm moving to a bigger city, maybe there I can be who I want.
I moving to a bigger city, moving to a bigger city.
Big city….. here i come.
They try to break me down over and over again with there hate.
They try to bring me down over and over with there hate.
Big city….. here i come.
They try to break me down over and over with there hate.
They try to bring me down over and over with there hate.
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11. |
Small Flower
01:09
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A bag next to me in connection with the patterns in my mind.
An open book with explanations in layers.
Into the store to get me out of there.
walls of glass.
bedsheets of gun.
car of train.
Mouth of barbed wire.
I crush my self through the walls between the high-rises where we live.
We, that still smells like when we were born.
Were taught is commonly crossed over to make room for major paid advertising spaces.
you see, thats the only thing thats left of me ….. small flower
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