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The Lost Patrol
Songs In The Key Of Resistance
Here I am armed with nothing but a pen and a big plan
Dreaming of ways to overthrow the man and everything for which he stands
The bedlight is burning and we are up way past our bedtime again
Making the reasons fit into the silly rhymes
Give way to the anger and focus on that, cos a burned building is better than regret
A fist firmly clenched and reached to the sky still sends shivers through my Socialist spine
A movement in time and right about now the creation of history is mine
My sisters, my brothers, we'll do just fine
We're working on overtime
Just to rest assure
It's power to the people
Once and for all
We're working on overtime
Just to rest assure
It's power to the people
Once and for all
Cos we all know that it's time to go
Cos we all know that it's time to go
Cos we all know that it's time to go
Cos we all know that it's time to go
Downtown running, screaming, naked, laughing, living, loving.
Downtown screaming, running, naked alive tonight with our thoughts on fire.
The alarm clock goes off and I say:
"Let's pretend it's midnight instead"
What about all these plans that we made
They get currupted here everyday
It shouldn't be like this, wouldn't be like this
It shouldn't be like this. So we'll end it with our fists
What about the sacrifices made
Do we really like to be slaves???
We get fucked over here everyday
Do we really like to be slaves???
It shouldn't be like this, wouldn't be like this
It shouldn't be like this. So we'll end it with a kiss
The alarm clock goes off and I say:
"Let's pretend it's midnight instead"
I'm not going to get out of bed
Cos I don't want to play the game
So I'm staying home instead
It shouldn't be like this, wouldn't be like this
It shouldn't be like this, it wouldn't be like this
It shouldn't be like this, it wouldn't be like this
It shouldn't be like this. So we'll end it with a kiss
Working from 9-5 and I tell myself: "Don't wanna die"
Struck in the routine I'm living in past, the future, never the present time
I wake up, I get up, I shave and I tell myself: "It'll be O.K. someday"
I get out, it is cold and I'm scared that I'll never gonna make it out of here
I see -- I feel you -- I see -- Cos I feel the same way to
Working from 9-5 and think it just like doing time
I hate to take orders, to feel like a slave but I was told that this is the only way
Out there and in here I feel so alone, move on, move along or be left on your own
I work here, I live here, I die here I know, so many times they told me so
I see -- I feel you -- I see -- Cos I feel the same way to
What about everything that we talked about???
What about all the plans that we made???
What about the dreams that we had???
What about living this way???
I don't know the word reification but I feel exactly what it means
Cos it seems that the importance of commodities so much bigger than me
So I buy it, it buy me and then I'm sold, worth nothing or at least so I'm told
I eat it, it eats me, it swallow me whole, everything's so out of control
I see -- I feel you -- I see -- Cos I feel the same way to
Cos I feel the same way to
Cos I feel the same way to
Cos I feel the same way to
I wish that just for once -- that I could write a simple song
I wish I could write a catchy song -- so that you can sing along
But I don't think it's funny -- and I don't want to explain
For every song written -- the unmarked graves still remains
I wish that I could sum up everything -- in just a great phrase
But I've done that mistake before -- and I'll probably do it again
Cos I don't trivialize it -- and I still believe
For every song writter -- so much more could have been achieved
A weekly confusion and I'm still scared about that
Why buckle up when no one face the facts?
This (corrupted) spectator sport is just another easy ploy
Romantic thought of self-expression should really be destroyed
Are we alive or are we just getting by?
Are we living, just waiting to...
A silly passion that's so easy to see
But I could be without the music if you were here with me
Because what are we really selling here, is it honesty?
A means to change the world or just another hollow dream? You tell me!
Are we alive or are we just getting by?
Are we living, just waiting to die?
Are we alive or are we just getting by?
Are we living, just waiting to...
But I still love the way a good songs makes me feel
And I still think that there are more great ideas to steal
And I still, I still love to sing and play my guitar
Even if I know these chords & thoughts won't get the struggle far
And maybe someday I'll come to a conclusion
And maybe someday I'll figure it all out
And maybe someday my intellect and passion
And maybe someday they will fight it out
Every Capitalist Has A Terrorist In His Family
I guess that the preference is not, is not that easy to see
But they always looked like such beautiful stars to me
Attracted to the glamour, intrigued by their parts
Guns, bombs and sunglasses was never that hard to take to heart
There's static everywhere
And I can't make this writing more clear
There's static everywhere
And I can't make this writing more clear
August Vaillant and the propaganda of action
Watching the history of resistance gives me hope and some satisfaction
Please let us redefine to fit our frame of mind
Please help us to get rid of this timeline that bind us down
There's static everywhere
And I can't make this writing more clear
There's static everywhere
And I can't make this writing more clear
The Black mask's not dead! -- Ready to just get up and go
The R.A.F.'s not dead! -- Too many thoughts just ready to explode
The 2nd June movement's not dead! -- That's right I told you so
The Angry brigade's not dead! -- Just getting ready to blow
My thoughts are anywhere -- anywhere but here
Try to focus on not -- focusing too much on it
Try so hard not -- not to think about it
Becomes the only thing -- that I think about
Anytime but now -- Anywhere but here -- Anyone but me -- I got to think about my own life
Anytime but now -- Anywhere but here -- Anyone but me -- I got to think about my own life
You want it I can see it
Like a brick through a police-station window
Never tasted anything that tasted this good, that tasted this good
This could be the sweet taste of passion
This could be the divine flavor of revolution
This could be the sweet taste of passion
This could be the divine flavor of revolution
I want it it's so fucking obvious
Like a mailbomb to our favorite co-operation
A worthy exposure of
Capitalist murder and exploitation
A hand that touches that face that I can't wait to see smile
Brake out in laughter and say: "Those fascist deserve to die!"
"Those fascist ought to die!"
"Those fascist ought to die!"
And I tell myself that this is pretty fucking dumb
These words just trivialize and banalise
And I tell myself that this is pretty fucking dumb
How these words just trivialize and banalise
We've seen the ways, conservative and the lame
Promised them that we shouldn't let this become
Traditionalistic, silly and tame in any way
We want it in so many ways
Like a touch on the lip, a brick and a cocktail.
And we will scream that they won't know and they won't know what hit them, what hit them
Smashed bank, a riot and a clenched fist
A heartache, a classwar ended with a big kiss
A smashed bank, a riot and a clenched fist
A heartache, a classwar ended with a big kiss
The trivial things and I pretend I got shit to do
Waiting for the phone to ring, couch in the corner, hoping that it will be you
Is this the beginning? Sure feels like the end
I've got an empty bed and no more thoughts to spend
I think I like it I said and then I turned around and frowned
I used to call you silly names, can't think of a single one right now
Thinking how you became, how you became the past tense
Instead of being here, being the present
I think I like it I said and then I smiled
I think I like it just for a little while
I think I like it I said and then I smiled
I think I like it just for a little while
Too scared to really address all the things that we need to talk about
Like how this needs to change and that's something that I really can do without
So I'll do about anything to get myself out of here
And as usual I can't explain anything
I guess the sun that never shines did this to you
I guess the thoughts up in your mind did this to you
I guess the world did this to you cos it did it to me too
I guess that all those lonely night did this to you
And when you quit without a fight you can feel it too
I guess the world did this to you cos it did it to me too
I guess your fear of growing old did this to you
Something scary, something cold did this to you
I guess the world did this to you cos it did it to me too
I guess the violence in the world did this to you
And when you scream but you're not heard, you feel it too
I guess the world did this to you cos it did it to me too
It did it to me too
It did it to me too
It did it to me too
It did it to me too
If Voting Could Change Anything...
One vote -- one try
And we all die
One vote -- one try
And we all die
Don't give me the tired old speech
About democracy and what we achieved
Don't sell me your market adapted dream
The European union and oppression scheme
I'll kick it over every statue and every symbol of leadership
Cos I had enough of your profit over people shit, I had enough of it
Don't give me the boring lame clichés
About balancing budget and that tirade
Don't make me swallow your fantasy
About prosperity for the capitalist dynasty
One vote -- one try
And we all die
One vote -- one try
And we all die
Don't give me your fucking sick excuse
For this corruption and power abuse
Don't try to trick me into be
Another cog in your machinery
Tables are turning
Time are a changing
This might not be true
You have already given us
More than good reason
To come after you
To come after you
To come after you
To come after you
To come after you
America fucked me up, it shattered me all over
Dreams that ended right here
America screwed me over and over and over and over again
This time it was enough
I know I'm not the only one
Come here just to be let down
But this time...
America dragged me under the dead end streets
With dead weight come crashing under my feet
America fucked me up
Warm water in a small plastic cup
This time it was enough
I know I'm not the only one
Who's come here just to be let down
But this time doesn't make any sense at all
This time doesn't make any sense at all
Broken dreams and dead end streets and what about San Francisco
Broken dreams and dead end streets
Broken dreams and dead end streets and what about San Francisco
Broken dreams and dead end streets
America fucked me up -- America fucked me up
America fucked me up -- America fucked me up
America fucked me up -- America fucked me up
America fucked me up
I Wouldn't Lie If It Wasn't True
I wouldn't lie if it wasn't true
I wouldn't lie if it wasn't true
I wouldn't lie if it wasn't true
I wouldn't lie if it wasn't true
Wouldn't lie if it wasn't true
If I didn't really see it happening
If I didn't see it everyday steel capped shoes kicking heads in
I wouldn't lie if it wasn't true
So much more than I can tell you
So much more than we pretend to see
Another dream about Marx and me.
I wouldn't lie if it wasn't true
Sinking bodies of me and you
I wouldn't lie if it wasn't true
How else can we see it through
I wouldn't lie if it wasn't true
What are we free to do
I wouldn't lie if it wasn't true
Projecting everything into...
I wouldn't lie it wasn't true
Thinking how this void effects all I do
Thinking what I really owe and what I really need to do
I wouldn't lie if it wasn't true
No gods, no masters to serve to
But right now it's just statistics and numbers and then there is you
A 1000 miles away and I can't even hear your voice
Passing signs, Sparta-Warsaw while I try to endure the noise
That thinking of you creates
Thinking of you creates
And I just can't wait
To get myself back home and
Hang around outside your frontdoor, don't even ask me what I'm doing this for
I miss your eyes -- I miss you
Hang around outside your frontdoor, don't even ask me what the fuck I'm doing this for
I miss your eyes -- I miss your eyes
A 1000 miles away and I get reminded a million times a day
Sometimes I loose myself and then I go astray
But not this way
And I just can't wait
To get myself back home and
Hang around outside your frontdoor, don't even ask me what I'm doing this for
I miss your eyes -- I miss you
Hang around outside your frontdoor, don't even ask me what the fuck I'm doing this for
I miss your eyes -- I miss your eye
I miss your eyes -- I miss your eye
I miss your eyes -- I miss your eye
The Lost Patrol.
All music and lyrics written by Dennis Lyxzén.
Except for The World Did This by Stephan Granberg.
Anywhere, Anytime, Anyone lyrics by dennis inspired by Fugazi.
I Wouldn't Lie music by Dennis and Jonas.
Recorded at Second House, Dennis' parents house and in Dennis room from September 98 to the summer of 99.