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Alco-Hole
02:08
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Bartender, bartender pour me another one 'cause my head speaks with another tongue, just saying "shoot me now, just shoot me now".
'Cause I put my best things in a void but then reality got destroyed so I need to go. I need to go now.
Your life is a multiverse but mine is a linear curse repeated from time to time.
So that's why I never talk about how time heals everything 'cause I'm not there yet, no I'm not there yet.
Are they closing all your doors? Is the grass always feeding someone elses horse on the other side?
You're still the soul in these chords but in this stalemate I don't want you anymore, so I'll keep you buried in an alco-hole.
Is there a sober mind who can try to realize where things got out of hand?
Please understand that I want to see that sometimes when the water breaks that the child escapes and everyone is left all alone.
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Mother we've been here too long. I never thought we'd sing this song but here we go again.
And I never thought we'd see this hell but the numbers speak for themselves so I guess I'm leaving then.
'Cause I will not raise my first born son like in 1921 if you know what I mean.
So fuck you all I'm outta here. You won't see me anywhere. I'm off to dry the tears away.
And fuck you all so fucking much. This continent lost its finest touch when fascists rule around here.
And father now the time has come, pack your bags and sing along with me 'cause we're leaving now.
'Cause they might speak of freedom while their brains are shouting genocide so I guess we better hurry up.
And they say their thoughts are fresh and new like 19-fucking-32 but they won't fool me, no.
So fuck you all I'm outta here. You won't see me anywhere. I'm off to dry the tears away.
And fuck you all so fucking much. This continent lost its final touch when fascists rule around here.
Oh brother what have you done. Return the calls to dad and mom.
Is it really true that you lost your head in politics and sailed away on a dictatorship?
'Cause that is what I've heard.
But I really hope you're safe and sound and keep your shirt from turning brown.
Maybe I will see that they'll raise their hands and they will kneel like 19-fucking-33 but they won't catch me, no.
Fuck you all I'm outta here. You won't see me anywhere. I'm off to dry the tears away
And fuck you and your fucking fans. The european rascist romance scare the shit out of me.
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Frankie Boy
03:22
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Easy Frankie Boy, you'll never get what you came for.
Your buddy was leaving an hour ago.
So believe me Frankie Boy.
There was no monster like you were told.
All the trial-and-errors were just for show.
Now you've got to do this by your own, you know 'cause buddy he's so long gone, Frankie Boy.
Or you could leave it Frankie Boy, it's only the one thing that you where told that you would gladly sell your own soul for.
And believe me Frankie Boy.
I'm really tired of your of your shit you know.
You can not handle rejection though you're 23 years old. And you lazy ass, you think that you know it all.
You think you're better than me? I say no, Frankie Boy.
I'm sorry Frankie Boy.
Just take a look at me Frankie Boy, I'm what they call dead, you know.
I should be buried in the ground in a six feet deep hole but Frankie saved it up when he drove to the door, screaming: "Put him on the cart, and let me go."
So just fuck it Frankie Boy.
We'll do it by ourselves, you know.
No, he didn't have a fucking clue what he was in it for but you and I we can steal the show so just put me on the cart and let's go, Frankie Boy.
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Shaking Ground
02:44
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It might be just as such that the ground itself has grown so much that it's been dragged in the dirt and felt the criticism hurt so many times before.
But you see, I don't understand the part about desisting sin and then killing in the name of Him.
So just paint a cross across the chest and hope that He can handle the rest.
Are these your words of wisdom? Then I won't care to listen.
It passes by over my head.
Are these your views on freedom? Thanks, I don't want to see them.
Just take it: your ground is shaking.
It might be like that, that is true, that I might have been a bit too harsh to you and that the smoke I see is only fooling me and you're the one that now explains the truth.
But you see I’m a bit curious about the part that say that you should clearly be put to death if you're gay.
So why justify your morale based on your preference of literature?
It might be just as such that the ground is for the both of us and nonetheless if I do well I will go to hell.
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Let's Go
02:23
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Standing by hypocrisy is the better part of me, fighting about authority; a fight about the hand that feeds. It makes me wanna leave, so let's go.
And right across the room she is; the flame inside this dark abyss, trying to enlighten us but all we are is dead fish. It makes me so sick, so let's go.
And I see fire, fire everywhere but no one really seems to care. It's burning, burning, can't you see the smoke?
So water, water take me back. I cannot cope with this fact. I say: let's go.
And so she brings another round. Screamin' from the darkness of the underground. But in the train of thought she's passing by, they see the fire in her eyes but what the fire is about is once again just drifting off from shore.
And when your just another shot away from grasping what she tryin' to say, the candles have been burning for too long.
Of misogyny she testified, but all that you could clarify was "No, you don't know what you're doin'","No, you don't know what you're sayin".
I can't take it anymore, let's go.
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Rat Race
03:27
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I can't see the day that I'll rise by myself and pave my own way. No, it won't be the same.
I can't grasp the scene of when I look in the mirror to see exactly what I want to see. No, that is not me.
And I know that I should scream like Freddie but I can't break free. I'll stay here to make the biggest fall from a distance so small in this crowded fucking tree.
But you live and you learn to hold back the tears.
You live and you learn that wherever the seeds are planted your garden will burn.
You live and you learn.
Can you feel the air from the winds of change blowing through your hair? No, 'cause you'll never be there, no
Can you taste the salt from your skin from when the rat race is over and your life can begin?
Then who will lose and who will win when you live and you learn to hold back the tears?
You live and you learn that wherever the plants are growing now your garden will burn.
You live and you learn to be fooled by the fears.
You live and you learn that no matter how much you dream you will be fucked by concern.
I could die in the morning and keep my pride in store or live like this for a whole life.
But as the cuts are getting deeper now the band aid is running out.
You live and you learn to hold back the tears.
You learn who you are and that you'll rather blow up your brain than open your heart.
You live and you learn to be fooled by the fears and to create your own self hate but remember wherever you are that it's never too late.
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Perfect Son
03:46
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I was born into midlife crisis and I still haven't gotten out of it.
I thought a stronger mind would help me out but no I haven't gotten anything, no.
There was a spark given from someone I knew before but I guess hope just drags me down under even more because I lost track and descended to a higher fall.
You think I'd pick it up and repeat it all, saying "There you go again".
But here I am.
I'm right back in the game but it won't be the same when I'm gone.
I'll never be your perfect son, no.
And so I guess i messed up this time again. I couldn't handle the framework I was working in.
I thought the devil would help when I sold my soul but no I haven't gotten anything, no.
And I thought I could preserve all my consistency by giving middle fingers to the world and then at me but all I did was write my antemortem eulogy, thinking my time is coming soon.
But I guess we'll go again so here I am.
No, no more songs going on about hope again.
No more pious staring up at the tightrope end.
No leap of faith too late to try to pretend.
No, no more nervous breakdown breaking bones, like a thunder striking down when you're all alone and you try to get up over, over, over and again.
No, no more longing for just another remedy.
No more trading fulfillment for ecstasy.
No more puny deadbeat boy chasing therapy.
No more cynical anger as a necessity.
No more fear here facing the elegy.
No more wait and hate for inconsistency.
No more raising half-mast flags for poetry, I'll just raise one for the road 'cause I know we're getting to the end and I know I will be dead then, but I guess we'll go again.
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Ain't Rock n Roll
02:18
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You’ve got to give it to the boys and the girls in the back, buying ammo for their next attack. The only thing they'll get for tonight is a fuck or a fight or even both if they're lucky enough.
You’ve got to give it to the ones on the billboard signs, with lines like "it's a good thing with good things, right?", when you think that it should say: "here's a really stupid way of reaching out your hand and grab the whole fucking crowd".
But this ain't rock & roll. This is capitalism. By the feet of your ambition it ain't rock & roll. Only capitalism. But by the feet of my ambition there is rock & roll.
You’ve got to give it to the ones that are waterproof, telling everyone else to let loose. But if you stand in the way they confuse and dismay, pointing fingers, make you look like a fool.
And you, you’ve got to give it us with the golden pants: screaming for equality, getting fans.
I say we go to the mirror with something to tell, put eight fingers down and go fuck yourself.
So you sold your soul to the reptile brain and alcohol.
So you sold your soul to the loneliness of those without rock & roll.
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Before the Fall
02:47
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If I die tomorrow, put a sorry on my stone.
Not for everyone to see just a reminder for me of who I had become.
And if I die tomorrow, tell my mom I'll be alright.
Even if you have to lie I think it'll help her to try to carry it through.
And if I die tomorrow I'll go out with "style"(a word I'm sure will be really quick to define).
'Cause at best I only have like thirty hours left, you know.
So there will be a party in a minute, bring on the booze, 'cause nothing beats a drink when you've got nothing to lose but I'll tell you all about it when we're through.
Now just let us have a fucking ball.
One last chance to rise before the fall.
And if I die tomorrow it will be tight since I never really mastered scheduling life especially one that has no plan of going on for a while.
So let's keep it good, keep it fast, keep it going as planned.
I need 20.000 orgasms, on demand.
Keep 'em coming 'til I can't stand them no more.
And if I die tomorrow, today I will change.
Everything impossible will come in to range.
It will be a bit to late to procrastinate, don't you think?
So call up IA, tell him I'm there.
He's gonna teach me how to play in an hour and a half and then we'll finish it off with the historys best jam.
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Will & Testament
05:05
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Push me further down the halls. I want to see something else than these white walls.
And give me some other sound than of the distinct steps of death walking around, telling everyone to keep calm and let him let them carry on.
But this blood won't pump any faster through this heart and it feels just like they're feeding me with hope from a straw.
So give me time and time again.
I want to be there with my friends.
Give me one more day before the end, I'm gonna finish everything.
Because I ain't ready, I ain't ready to die today.
So bring me back to the start where this morphine is worth nothing at all.
And take the needle from my vains. I just want to feel alive again.
I am gonna rise up from this bed and burn my last will and testament.
And I say goodbye to every single piece of hair on my skin and it feels just like I should provide a goodbye to everything.
So doctor, doctor, give me time and time again.
I want to be there with my friends.
Give me one more day before the end, I just want to say goodbye to them.
Because I ain't ready, I ain't ready to die today.
So give me a place where I can see the earth and the trees, where I'm not hooked up and torn apart by chemotherapy.
Give me that moment in time when this life was something worth dying for but death was never in sight.
I wanted time and time again but cancer screwed it up my friend.
It was my last will and testament but death won't understand.
that I ain't ready, I ain't ready to die today.
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The Hawkins Västmanland County, Sweden
We will release a new album this summer.
And be sure Hawkers, it will be a damn good album.
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