Khadaffi superstar

Stina Dabrowski intervjuade Khadaffi om demokrati och annat som han vurmade för.

The people opress the mad dogs hunting for money
A powerless leader shows the way
Arabian socialism is the source for milk and honey
The masses’ minds have become gray

Confusion is the tool for opression
Economic depression confusing
Poverty leads to mindlessness
Mindless cattle don’t resist

Misplaced attacks by the imperialistic pack
Gathers the people to beat their enemy
The people are one man, a man with one wish:
to burn down the western world
to let them drown in the oil they beg for
to fill their throats with the black gold

Scanning the horizon – there’s nothing new
luxury and power just for the few
The desert burns you, makes you pray
turns off your mind, makes you submissive


”You say in your green book Khadaffi, that if a party, that has 51% of the votes, is ruling a country, it’s a dictature”

Money is an ugly word used by the capitalistic swines
The swines that feed themselves on others’ disfortune
What you say or want is not your business, the law draws the lines
in this perfect democracy without liberty.

Projekt ”Pytt i panna”

Coola fraser och ljudklipp (ordet sampling antyder att man har en sampler) till tuff bakgrund. Samma koncept upprepades senare på tyska i Schinkenbratkartoffelprojekt.

I smash my head against the wall
but it’s too soft and warm to inflict a pain
greater than that of the words you said
It’s the joy of depression, but I’m not satisfied

Black lakes are swirling around my head
The fishes floating on the surface
Blue light in the swollen landscape
The scarface sneaks silently outside your fence

The  pytt i panna of lyrics
small words in the food-processor
The relaxation of selfishness
Digital watches – the burden on your back

The green-haired orange man is
swinging his heavy sledgehammer
towards the wall to break down a system
that feeds fed-up people

Life is not only tragedy
It’s also happiness and love
So don’t give up this fruitless crawl
You’ll maybe enjoy it some other day

Spinning around to the screaming beat
of thousands of bodies’ marching feet
It’s a sin to step on the ground
that belongs to itself – to no-one

Food, food, food. I find that torture
gives me such an apetite

The breasts of Sheeba – after you colonel Bockner

EH 820

Sisterhood hade gjort sin vapenglorifierande trummaskinsorgie Finland red, Egypt white. EH 820 är en tvättmaskinsglorifierande trummaskinsorgie.

Overall height: 870 mm
Length of electric cable: 4500 mm
Length of waterhose: 1130 mm
Weight of machine empty: 88.7 kg
Weight of machine loaded: 94.8 kg
Specified rate of centrifugation: 800 revolutions/ minute
The EH 820 Elektro Helios washingmachine is loaded with different types of textiles and different types of washing-material. Fluid washing-material is marked with a wet line on the floor. Normal washing-material is marked with an orange square with a cross in it: ”harmful if swallowed”. Special washing-powder does not contain unnecessary phosphates and it does not harm our environment. The special washing-powder is marked with a green frog.
There are six buttons on the EH 820: On/Off, No centrifuge, Economy/ low temperature, Open door, Short centrifuge, Low quantity washing
Normal velocity: .0 m/s
Possible velocity: .3 m/s
Colour of water-hose: orange
Diameter of door: 326 mm
There are three models of the EH:
EH 820: With centrifuge. Normally called dr Schools revenge. Basic model
EH 810: A smaller model designed for minor appartments, fingers and unmasculine bodies
EH 820 de Luxe: More expensive than the EH 820. The de Luxe model is marked with a red stripe
Despite the specifications the rate of centrifugation is experienced to be far below 600 revolutions/minute

Morgon

Komponerad helt i huvudet under tidningsutdelande en tidig söndagmorgon. Fin text och melodi, uselt framförande.

Är det morgondaggen som lättar
eller har tårarna tagit slut?
Du säger att det är över nu.
Stod du inte längre ut?
Men i gryningens dunkla timme
förstår jag att solen går upp
… även för mig.

Betraktelse

Hon har vandrat genom tiderna
försökt att förgöra sig själv
Frågan består i tid och rum
Plågan hos en vilsen själ
Vem är hon, bär hon hemligheten inom sig?
En sökande själ i ett slitet skal

Vi är brickor i ett spel, som vi inte känner
som spelas på gudarnas lekplats
Brickor med vilja så spela väl
Ovissheten på livets väg

Vill vi verkligen veta
eller utvecklas vi för att fly?
Meningen finns inte i tiden
Reningen i själ och miljö
Tekniken, liken skyms utav framtidsdrömmar
lockande ljus i lögnens land

Snart är teknikens lösning här
Det snabba slutet eller slav
Förstöring och globala krig
Rengöring på fria viljan
Storebror, tror du att svaret ännu kan sökas?
Konstant kontroll av tankeverksamhet

Men stanna där det är dig själv du söker
Du vill inte veta så fråga ej!

Vi är toner i musik som spelas av gudar
på navelns och garottens strängar

Just another day

En småironisk betraktelse över hur nyhetsflödet trubbar av oss. Fanns med på samlingskassetten The essential embrocation of freedom.

Turn on the TV
Look at the news
Some people have died as usual
You say it’s terrible
It destroys your apetite
Drink your coffee as usual

Just another day
Just another way
Just another way to die


A terrorist attack
you don’t care
killed some Libanon pack
A crying retired
has lost her dog
Soothe your mind and send some money

The blacks in Bronx
have social problems
The youth is going on crack
A chemical industry
leaks some gas
No danger, in India
lifes come back

Paradise is nice

In a time of darkness people need someone to switch on the light
They  seek for something to believe in and there are always greedy people
Between two metal walls the brotherhood of Seth starts their meeting
Thick smoke and hypnotic music the spectators are soon seduced

Praise our god!
Praise me!
Praise those who give us money!
Paradise is nice


Praising the god people in trance gives the overpriest gifts
and he tells them: ”Paradise is nice”, but he thinks living is good enough
You cannot understand what the overpriest is saying in his trance
but he said clearly dishwasher from Anderson’s white-ware store

The session is over, the overpriest is swirling his golden coat
telling us that the lost brother Smith had sinned, we all shall spit on him
If the sect is defect roll the dice – someone dies, comes to the paradise
If you have sinned you’ll have to pay. If you sell your soul you’ll be forgiven

DAFA/SPAR

SPAR är det statliga person och adressregistret och DAFA var datamaskincentralen för administrativ databehandling. Runt 1990 kändes de som en symbol för att storebror staten visste var ditt hus bodde och fick ge namn åt denna låt i Orwellsk anda.

The secret police (and a yellow moon)
appearing suddenly and silently
from nowhere in particular
because you’re a dissident

They arrest you
they have read your file
In the early sixties
communism was your style

You cry out in anger
You cry out in vain
If you’re lucky
you won’t feel much pain

Registration, information
Big brother likes to watch
Domination, assasination
Big brother likes control


They take you to a windowless concrete building
where you have to stay for a while
It’s a mental hospital
When you leave you smile

You cry out so happy
You cry out again
Life is just wonderful
They’ve manipulated your brain

Winter of humanity

Någon slags novell i låtform med Orwell i bakhuvudet.

City light, city night
Neon light disfunction
Digital mind, very unkind
Cybernetic neurology

Bloody mess do depress
Sadistic youth in action
Used a knife, took his life
Looked for some distraction

Black box, electric shocks
The secret police scanning your mind
Apathy, antipathy
consequences of thinking too much

Dark future
Darker present
Winter of humanity
White conscience
Whiter snow
Technical cybercitizens


Fast city, no pity
Life and death in the future
No feelings, no love
notorious computer rules

Great pain in your brain
neuronic whiplash dancing
Mental ignition, smoky brain
It’s just to get rid of it

Grey rod, electric fields
causing mass-insanity
Grey robots – former people –
free will is hard to control

Buy your own plastic thoughts
in the nearest convenience store
Feeling bad, feeling sad –
change your central nerve system

”War is peace, freedom is slavery, ignorance is strength.”
George Orwell