I can see a new expression on my face. I can feel a strange sensation taking place. I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes. Every time that you walk in the room.
new school, old school, all bollocks to me. seems a name means more, then the ideology. divided in two camps, no sign of unity. common goals put in the closet in a split up scene.
Encoded transmissions spun out of control. Bring the purging insurrection of false consciousness. Custodians of the agenda secure the contaminated areas.
I prefer starting forest fires. To the company of others. Fuck acceptance. For this crap sake of breathing. . Investing in friends. To be some freeloading turd.
( Music: Gilbert Becaud Lyrics: Pierre Delanoe / English lyrics: Carl Sigman). . What now my love?. Now that you left me. How can I live through another day?.
(Jay Gruska / Tom Keane). . If I close my eyes. I can see us together, yeah, yeah. You can hypnotize me. Still I'll never forget him, no, no.. . I can hear him laugh.
Ever got the feeling that you're being controlled. not by the state but by friends you claim to know. being controlled is a common thing. but just act real and fucking win.
We stand apart,. But everything reminds me of your smile. In my heart,. You are always with me all the while,. Cause it's you, you all the way. Leaving me with no more to say.
Obey their rules - conform. Follow blindly - sheeplike. We shout - no way. Live your lifes - not ours.
How many times, looking at your picture. I've liked the way that you talk to me. But even in my dreams I've had to let you go. I know, I know. . You're gonna say it's slippin' through our fingers.
(Edelman). . Now you and I descended. On a world with innocent hopes. We traveled that criss-crossed highway. And cascaded down the slopes.. . It's time to look at who we are.
They implanted bombs in their stomachs. And then they started to talk. Their tummies would feel funny. They knew the bombs were activated.
(Benny Andersson / Bjrn Ulvaeus). . I don't wanna talk. About things we've gone through. Though it's hurting me. Now it's history.. . I've played all my cards.
There is an animal. With mutilated guts. Caused by vivisection. But now escaped and MAD. And this animal. It is coming back. To crush all companies. Which support such acts.
(Norell / Oson / Bard). Duet with Ola Hkansson. . You take me high, out of the blue,. You're by my side whenever I need you. The way you smile, the way you move,.
English version of Nr du tar mej i din famn. (Agnetha Fltskog / Ingela Forsman). . So you're losing tonight. Nothing seems to go right. You keep playing the wrong cards, don't you?.
What do you care?. Putting others in fear,. Enslaved by your disgrace,. But that's not my case.. Megalomanic-pretentious thoughts. Fill your head-personality sold.
Black metal is gay as a Catholic priest. Slouching toward Gomorrah. Face painted like Gene Simmons at Halloween. With a tongue up some kids rump looking for candy.