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FUCK
You wouldn't think that writing songs about free, consensual sex would make much sense this day of age - in fact I almost threw out this song because I thought the lyrics were outdated and redundant. However, every now and then ridicules and quite scary events (like the Russian anti-gay laws) occur to remind us that the freedom to be who you are and express your love the way that you find best is not prevailing everywhere and that this freedom is something still worth standing up for. If for nothing else than to show everyone, who feel that their sexuality, choice of partner(s) or whatever is being looked down upon in one way or another, that we are many people everywhere who are on their side.
Love is one of the few uncorrupted things that make this world worth living in. So fuck how you want to fuck. And if anyone else tries to tell you differently; fuck them!
This EP is for everyone who dares to love...
I hear them talking of freedom, I hear them lecture in love
But somehow this set of values only applies inside the boxes they know
It's the same old story of cognitive dissonance and closet boners
The same old chorus of bullshit arguments based on the same old beliefs
Get out and move on
They want to streamline emotions, make everyone feel the same
They only care for the morals that strengthen their cause and fill our lives up with shame
The same old chorus of straight cocks that want everyone to bend over
The same old story of narrow pussies that shun what does not fit with them
Get out and move on
So fuck how you want to fuck, give it all and do it right
So fuck who you want to fuck but most all fuck them;
This is your life
Here is to love beyond borders, tradition, gender and race
Let's tear down the walls that confines us, let's make some room
to make some sense of this place
It's the same old chorus, the same worn-out bigotry and bullshit stories
How long before we can all just be free to live love that we want?
So fuck how you want to fuck
Give it all and do it right
So fuck who you want to fuck
But most all fuck them; this is your life
Let's make some sense of this place
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CROOKS AND CRIMINALS
We all pray to be un-saved
We all slave to get out of this place
We will die way too young
Could we just somehow go back and take a few turns differently
All this could be undone
We’re all pawns in the chess game; what we’ve got, every contribution
We will make for the greater good
At the hands of crooks and criminals we agreed to give in and give up all our basic rights
At the hands of crooks and criminals can we be expected to ever do anything but wrong?
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COLLATERAL DAMAGE
I've walked the desert for miles,
I've seen my best friends fight and die
We've got the truth on our side so I don't mind
We keep the love from our lives
There is no time to feel broken hearted
Only the strong will survive
I have a feeling that something's gonna blow
I've got an itch and I can't quite scratch it
It's there when I sit still
There must be peace at the end of this last war
I'm going in for the kill
My gun gives and it takes but our destination is all the same
And I just follow orders so I'm not to blame
I'm trained to do what I know
I've grown detached from the greater good here
I'm not at ease 'less I go
I have a feeling that something's gonna blow
No turning back I lived and killed for my country
And I've got hooked on the thrill
I've got the truth and I'll stay on the right side
I'm going in for the kill
This is my war!
We march in time and the wheels keep on turning
We’ve got a purpose to fill
I'm not so sure that it's peace that we want here
I'm going in for the kill
“The truth is more important than the facts.”
- Frank Lloyd Wright
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STATE OF MINE
If there's a place for everyone this one's a state of mine where individuals stand side by side
Where politics and discontent, angst and DIY grow into roots of the future
Into to a place where people really care
Folk singers and grindcore bands can stand a common ground fuelled by the same raw creative drive
Something more than power chords and beats in double time; uncompromised self-expression
Just a place where people really care
This is my friends and a new family
One based on bonds and a common philosophy
And when my life has choked the last of me
This time was all mine
We question the conventions as we build communities
Innovation rises from free ideas
Worldwide dedication gives a reason to believe, far beyond profits and deadlines
In a place a where people really care
This is my friends and a new family
And there will be no Gods and no masters
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PARTY ON THE HILLSIDE
Let’s have a party on the hillside, let’s forget it all
Fuck this depression 'cause we’re all dying
I need a drink, one for good health
You need a drink, one for the next one
Let’s all just pretend that it’s 1929
Once we had something to live for, now we only fight against
We fell outside; our world will not be burning
I need a drink to blur my outlook
You need a drink, one for the next one
Let’s all just pretend that it’s 1929
Let’s have a party on the hillside, let’s all leave with a blast
Yeah, I can live with that I’ll die denying
I need a drink, one for last breaths
You need a drink, one for the next one
Let’s all just pretend that it’s 1929
“Every wave, regardless of how high and forceful it crests, must eventually collapse within itself.”
- Stefan Zweig
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GREAT IDEAS NEED LANDING GEAR
I have an idea to change the world; a way to make it better
I pitched it to my boss, he says it’s gonna make us rich
I had a chat with marketing, they say we’re gonna reach out to millions
They only had a few quite reasonable suggestions
But I know it’s gonna be better for everyone
It’s gonna be better for our daughters and sons
Yeah I know it’s gonna be better for everyone
But great ideas need landing gear
I made some calls to find the funding but the investors didn’t like it
So I ironed out the edges and took a few requests
Then I got some urgent issues and only I could fix them
So I was taken off, now I think some intern’s now on the project
But I know it’s gonna be better for everyone
It’s gonna be better for our daughters and sons
It’s gonna be better for everyone
But great ideas need landing gear
“Great ideas need landing gear as well as wings”
- C.O. Jackson
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NO REFUNDS
It’s not me who is making enemies based on old scriptures out of time
Not me, I don’t care, all I believe: our purpose is our own to find
It’s not me who’s supposed to prove that something that we cannot see is not there
Not me. Find a better argument than someone wrote it down somewhere
There’s so much opportunity to find a reason to be
Don’t you think it’s kind of freeing knowing there’s no more to see here when you close your eyes
It’s not me living by some odd idea that life will really start the day it ends
Not me, if there is a Hell I know I’ll be going with my friends
My music, friends and family give me a reason to be
But I think it’s really freeing knowing there’s no more to see here when I close my eyes
There’s this one opportunity to find a reason to be
Life’s much easier to swallow when there’s no right path to follow
And your purpose is your own to find
“Religions are like wisdom teeth; even though they were crucial to our ancestors, today they are unnecessary and they bring nothing but frustration and pain. Also, they provide us with no wisdom. ”
- Unknown
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THE CITY BURNS TONIGHT
We’ve been misled, robbed for all that we had and we don’t care for your reasons
We’ll take down everything - the city burns tonight
We won’t just lay down here and die. This is neither a deed nor treason; it’s the end of everything
There’s no wrong or right
We’ve lost faith in the machine so now we’ll break the bolts holding its gears; we’ll watch it fall apart
We’ve been led by make belief; we’ll put the whole world in revolt and let it run free
We’ll watch it go to hell
The empire rose and it fell - and no one will find out the reasons
We’ll take down everything - the city burns tonight
We’ve lost faith in the machine so now we’ll break the bolts holding its gears; we’ll watch it fall apart
We’ve been led by make belief; we’ll put the whole world in revolt and let it run free
We’ll watch it go to hell
This is our time, let’s define it
We are the daughters and sons
This is our time, let’s define it
We’ll be the ones left to live here when the old men are gone
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HOW MUCH TEAR GAS DOES IT TAKE BEFORE YOU START SEEING RED?
They’ve got their guns, they’ve got their shields They’ve got their water cannons and their billy clubs
What do we got? We’ve got these songs and we’ve got faith in the futures better days Yeah, we’ve got faith in the future
We are sheep dressed for the day, we are running while they are keeping track
They set the scene and we obey; uphold the status quo to make sure the wheels are running
Our finest duty is to stand up and protest
How else will they know that things are fucked up where we are?
We own their guns, we own their shields
We own the billy clubs that are knocking on our skulls What do they got? They’ve got no right
They are here for us and not the other way around
And we all own the future
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PAST DESTINATIONS AND DREAMS
Your picture on the nightstand and a dried out potted plant, a few bags with the stuff that you left, flowers and condolences from people that we knew but whose names I can’t recall
A faded Post-It note with an obsolete to-do, things I would otherwise forget.
As everything else fades the smile in your shining eyes is never far out of mind
I want you to know when the world gets me down that’s what’s keeping me up
I won’t forget, these silhouettes can still bring back a life of feelings
As details fade and pictures break their frames, our lives maintain their meaning
Someone came to visit I had this feeling I should know
You said you were doing pretty well I said: ‘So am I’ and we sat silently and smiled for a while
And then she left
A faded Post-It note listing all our common goals; past destinations and dreams.
Most are left untouched because our remaining time suddenly ran away
I want you to know that though we never got that far, I couldn’t ask for anything more
I won’t forget...
Our love maintains its meaning
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HOOPS AND SAFTY NETS
Jump through their hoops, jump as the world’s set on fire
Don’t live a long life and expect to be remembered
Burn all the safety nets and throw yourself on the wire
Life’s too short for lasting heroes
Everyone knows because everyone been there before you
With hearts set on fire and no need for explanations
Everyone knows how easy these moments will pass you
They all dwell on wasted chances
You’re searching your life for an alibi, pushing the past until now
It seems all opportunities passed you by but these problems seem to fix themselves somehow
Heed their directions then go find your own destination
Break all their cages and forget about being remembered
Pass all the obstacles and speed bumps at your own pace and sing your heart out like it mattered
Run out of here
Nothing is holding you back
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FLOAT
Float out with the wind, head for the horizon
Take all that you have in mind and dump it into the ocean
Here the distance will kill, words get lost in the wind
We scream till there’s nothing to hear at all and the echoes drown out the answers
We are all passengers on this vessel, floating
All just waiting a tidal wave of change
I am not scared to die; I am scared to leave you behind me
But I will see what I can believe and hold you while I can still breathe
We are both passing on like everything before us
But just waiting for the ending is not the same
I will keep on hanging on till the edges are frayed
A
s long as this still feels like a journey I will remain on this vessel we made
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SOMETHING TO DRINK ABOUT
Go fuck the world, let's have a party
I have an urge to somehow blow my mind out
It's filled with thoughts I want to un-think about our lives and how we keep from giving in
Let's fucking drink
Let's raise a glass to this fine evening and lower our hopes for what the future will bring us
Let's drink to all our empty choices - here's to whatever and just another round before we pass out
There is no point in trying to return, we still have memories to burn
Let's drown the night in jokes and dance and song before we turn to face the places we belong
We are young and we are hopeless
We drink to become numb to our perspectives
Our hopes and dreams are long forgotten
We'll make the best of what our parents left us here
They left us here
There's no point in trying to return, we still have bridges left to burn
Let's be unbound by all their rights and wrongs, we won't be free until there's nowhere we belong
We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer.
We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
- Charles Bukowski
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PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE
Sinking to the ocean floor with feet in concrete in breaking dawn
We would walk among the shapes of yesterdays that are long gone
Let’s all embrace the present now as it’s unfolding into our arms
Because what we have is not build to last
We won’t be saved, we’re all the same
We cling to ancient ideas, the script in concrete that fit our need
Let’s all embrace what we have left, what we achieved and broke again
Nothing we made was built to last
There’s no escape, we won’t be saved...
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LOST AND PROFOUND
You wear the kind cool that comes from doing what you love
Until it becomes a chore
And all the happy people standing in the crowd
Are just busy building their relationships
So here your time is spend, you are just entertainment
It's all good, my friend, you'll get your payment
Because in the end the world will be saved by those who stay life-hearted
I may pour out my heart and give everything I've got
With nobody looking my way
Just drown in conversations and bottles jiggeling
As the unheard soundtrack of the night
So here my voice is spend, in the background of some party
It's all good, my friend, I'll be rewarded
Because in the end the world will be saved by those who stay life-hearted
You might fail in the end but I will stick around
So if you fall, my friend, you'll fall with love
And I'll do anything in this god forsaken world if you just let me
follow you down
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CASSANDRA
Screaming till the sun hits the ceiling
She remains strapped to the bed
She’s fixed so she turned to Jesus
But no imaginary friends could take her away from this
Places, the memories have faded
They’ve been trying to get into her head
Some things just never change;
Because they’ve always been trying to get to her insides somehow
She spoke of visions and omens but nobody paid any mind
Until the very moment it filled up the headlines
Then they all took off without her
They all ran away without her
Screaming till the night hides the ceiling
She remains strapped to the bed
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REASONS TO SMILE
We walk through life dressed in its beauty with all we need beneath the sky
But there’s so much build to be broken or just raised to tear you down
The cruel world you will be facing; it breaks my heart to think about
Because it’s tough to come to terms with how fucking ugly this place really is
Just know that this is not a place that I would want to be born into
But I hope you’ll forgive mom and me because I know we will never regret you
And despite all the shit here you’ll find your own reasons to keep on smiling
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ALL HAIL THE ASSHOLIANS
He’s got eyes out of focus and a right that will take you down
Anger pents up and he don’t know how to get it out
They left him screaming in his cradle in an empty room that soon became his mind-frame
And the walls would never talk back, hold his hand or pick him up
Rage and confusion mixed with blue pills and alcohol
A cock-tail that’s strong enough to blow out the noise in his skull
He soon became a shadow in the corner, silently debarring his surroundings
Always in the company of strangers, he was better off alone
We’ve all got fears and friends to top
So we’ve all running scarred or buffing up
We’ve all got plenty on our own
Especially fear of things that we don’t know
There is a legion of assholes without intentions to stop
Stripped of their empathy and ready to blow up
When the only place you’re safe’s inside yourself, you will mold your shell into a fortress
If these walls could ever talk back they would tell you to shut up
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