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sleep now in the wake of multinational corporations
super billionaire role models of the bourgeois society
stealing fortunes, giving back a small amount of it as charity
a reward to the people of the benefactors choice
philanthropy, tax evasion, a pr account write off
and whether you’re a labour politician or a union official
worker, protest singer, left intellectual
there’s a thousand reasons to join the mammon freak show
ego, ego, ego, ego
ch:
sleep now in the wake of multinational corporations
greed, greed, greed, greed
rage against the machine moved to live in malibu beach
preaching for the unconverted jenna jamesson and charlie sheen
billiejoe got kicked out crying from every punk place
until mtv came along and saved their green ass day
yes, just like bad religion, they got rich
but it’s scraps compared to what the corporations getting out of it
products are made and marketed to sell for profit
poster boys offended by this? gosh, that’s just stupid
ch:
financial groups interest in multinational corporations
includes profits from organised crime, hedge funds, drugs and guns
companies and products are valued according to set profit margins
and dividends to the shareholders from the company’s earnings
product placement in corporations metaverse
tabloid world, free market, all out commerce
the higher level of sales, the better the product is known
the advertising’s on the brain washing echelon
ch:
repeat, repeat, repeat, to make it stick
propaganda, court jesters, paid false prophets
sell love and peace, invest in hate and war
proclaim revolution and support the world order
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Good Guys Wear Black
02:00
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good guys wear black
i’ve done good and some not so good, well
things I wished I took and others give back
maybe I’m off to heaven, maybe to hell
i’ve got friends on both sides of the track
good guys wear black
there are people that hates me
and some, I hate them back
it’s good to know who’s your enemy
in this worlds’ out of whack
i met my true love, she was married then
to once a flute player in leftöver crack
i had to steal her, she let it happen
40 years now in the same Cadillac
good guys wear black
despite my name, I never cared for gold
or the fame, it never stuck
lived to die young, but wanted to get old
to hear the ending of the sound track
a job well done is balm to the soul
makes up for every setback
forgiveness is not a gods call
it’s kindness to yourself
good guys wear black
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know your enemy, smash the system
in the footsteps of our ancestors
slaves, serfs and have nots
exploited by oppressors and despots
know your enemy, smash the system
they want us to play by their rules
bourgeois arena, liberal game
as long as we lose or they’ll change them
know your enemy, smash the system
smash
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Working for Lundin Oil
02:04
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working for lundin oil
they come from pig creek
they come from pig creek
tongue in cheek
they come from pig creek
money, guns, power in exchange
for protection and military aid
natural recourses extracted by slaves
from capitalism to totalitarian states
ch:
columbus new clothes
columbus new oaths
working for lundin oil
mr bildts soldiers of fortune
they come from pig creek
they come from pig creek
mission accomplished
they come from pig creek
attacking and killing civilians
raping, looting, torturing and abducting children
bombing churches, market places, hospitals
burning fields, forced relocations
and the award for best corporate social responsibility goes to
the emperor’s naked
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XPCHC
01:43
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xpchc
everyone one knows reliable
everyone enough close predictable
it’s a question of expectations
combined with limitations
ch:
the political’s personal
we are what we do
the personal’s political
as in fuck u, fuck u, fuck u
no one’s letting nobody down / everyone’s letting everybody down
it's we and only we that can put us down / let down let downers, let down let downers
just a question of misguided trust / the eleventh time, it’s no longer a mistake
a thought error made entirely by us / no faith, no faith, no no no no faith
ch:
the political’s personal
we are what we do
the personals political
as in fuck u, fuck u, fuck u
the personal's political
sex, drugs and rock and roll
the political’s personal
so fuck all, fuck all, fuck all
ch:
the political’s personal
we are what we do
the personal’s political
as in fuck u, fuck u, fuck u
the personal's political
we called our bluff
the political’s personal
just fuck off, fuck off, fuck off
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license to kill (private care)
all in the name of profit, private care
the contract goes to the lowest bidder
reasonableness are never considered
no impact assessment, nor control
tax cuts for the rich is the overall goal
all in the name of profit, private care
license to kill
to kill
all in the name of profit, private care
short staffed, uneducated, cheap personnel
who gets the blame when it goes to hell
while the management are promoted
for profits, unusually high
making careers, profit over lives
all in the name of profit, private care
license to kill
to kill
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o hell sent (in a good place)
pack the padel racquet, ride an electric bike
towards the tattoo parlour, for to look alike
hate muslim terrorists, grow long beards
foo fighters playing in your ears
all eco freindly to stop the climate change
hmm, what about the cocaine?
make it personal, believe to be right
if it ain’t messy, it’s not worth the fight
o hell sent
straight from school, every afternoon
monday to friday, the weekends too
you and your friends went to the bowling alley
by the penny arcade, annoying everybody
shoot for the moon, aim for the stars
rocket to no1 on all country charts
to say you aged with grace would be an understatement
our feelings are as ever ambivalent
o hell sent
in a good place
ms loudmouth, master dick
the self doubt, the manic
the ego, the conflict
the memento turned into shit
the vain, the elusive
the insane, the exclusive
the up, the down
the fucking around
o hell sent
in a good place
xxx
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joey’s out of a job again
she said: “i’m not looking for trouble,
it’s quite the opposite.
but it haunts me, taunts me, it really wants me,
‘til there’s no way out of it.”
ch:
joey's out of a job again
the same way it’s always been
another boss clown
but joey’s not the one
who’ll be jerked around
joey’s out of a job again
“I know most bosses are morons,” she said
“making up for lack of self esteem.
low iqs, setting rules, it’s a catch 22,
and then they come across me.”
ch:
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everybody’s neurotic nowadays
fear of flying, the underlying
scared to live, dreading dying
ends horrifying so is trying
stupid, stupider, stupefying
beg us to stay, shout go away
tell us to come, but not today
swing astray among the grey
fixed angst replay
everybody’s neurotic nowadays
poor son, so lonesome
no ones calling, you call no one
need a ton confirmation
not to fade into oblivion
buckets of pain, endless complaints
a thousand reasons to not do it again
a dark plain, love drain
reach suicide, going sane
everybody’s neurotic nowadays
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Dear Horace,
05:27
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dear horace,
like st john you fled, to live in a cave. oh so alone, with your new love, writing letters to the world to let it be known that your master was falsely accused, wrongly convicted and publicly executed. and you feel like judas, in doubt, and barabass, for being let off the hook. now you think it should have been you walking down golgatha, bleeding, in pain, to spend your last hours nailed up in the hot sun. but they let you go, why, you don’t know, they gave you a cross anyway, for you to carry to your grave. now what can be learnt from the life of st john? that success changes over time. and bitterness will wear a man down. remember the words of ts eliot, "petty will show a man’s true nature."
dear horace,
you may mean what you write, hell, it could even be called truth, but that’s got nothing to do with anything. and you obviously know that too. every little vengeful twist in the plot, at the end of each verse. so then it’s only whining. you wanna stand tall with your firm opinions, preeminence, in all that matters to you and the western world you belong to, and your pompous words who made you such a distinguished gentleman, in the light of your situation now when you make a reservation in one of the finer restaurants in town, calling yourself persona non grata, turned out to be only farts, interesting, but still an improper smell.
dear horace,
i must admit I think that you’re on to something. the world is rotting. but the women folks are not to blame for it. shit, they got every right to be upset living as second class citizens in a world created by men for men. but like doris day said, "it takes two to tango". they strive for equality. fair enough. but most of them just want what the other sex got. they too wanna crusade, plunder and raise hell in bars. they wanna be equal on men’s terms. fuck climate change, multinational corporations global genocide and world corruption. as long as they get their rightful share of the goodies, power, respect, wealth and luxury. or the possibility of getting it. the american dream world tour. the poor are losers, best off drugged up or locked up and enslaved in jail. and with the world rotting the hegemony’s rotting too. race science is on sail again. picked up where it left off some half a century ago and the holocaust. just stood there by the door, said "hello honey, i’m home", walked in as if not a day had passed, and continued working. then there’s the media. fake news, yes, enough about that. 'cos why not? everything’s more and more demeaning, more and more degrading. all of them influencers, net personalities. don’t let us go there. i say we leave it with the fact that shallowness knows no limits. movie remakes, tom hanks, bruce willis doing his die hard character for the forty five hundredth time, abba, rolling stones, ed sheeran. yach. and the philosophy has gone back to it’s roots, the classics, for understanding. they went astray, now they’re found again. the home coming, back street crawlers. not any kind of a van guard. instead dragging themselves along in this grey old world, reluctantly, at best.
dear horace,
sorry about that. back to you. i know you feel left out. but you’re not. you’re still here. life takes us where we are, it’s not always fair, but that’s one part of the ride. to make us able to enjoy other parts of it, and then we die. 'cos the bottom line is, nobody cares. neither should you. it’s a new world out there. at least it should be. maybe it will be, some day, some where. i guess we’re not seeing eye to eye on this particularly bit, but let’s just disagree.
yours fucking truly,
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Yohannans Sweden
Yohannans is a electropunk project by Svegis and Puma. It’s computer noise and political lyrics, unhampered and
incorruptible.
The name is a homage to Tim Yohannan, founder of Maximum Rocknroll, and the underground ideals he stood for.
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