Seaweed on a Rocky Shore

( Samplamental )

Saviour

...then it came so bright like a light from the sky
It's like I'm seeing every move you make with your
shaky hands
Your play is on and we can't find a place to hide
They control the lights and we lose our rights in our
very lands

All that we need is vital space, vital space

Papers will not show what wasn't tried to be hid
Money took for granted by people standing behind
locked doors
Would you believe their reasons why, would you rely
On Jesus sons, on the third world fear or the fourth
world war

God created men, men created superman

" Use your head, cut the head " the poet said
And headed for the land where snow never falls
Paradise for children in shopping mails
With dancing people halfway dead
Sad as ill hearted blues
Big as a room for Imelda's shoes
With missiles flying overhead

All that we need is vital space, vital space
All that we need is lebesraum, lebesraum

Stories

Remember all those days in the bunker
The radio told us stories
The man said war was over
We know that help won't come
This month, this year
Remember all those tricks they've played us
Brotherhood and moon trips
The man said "dream is over"
We know that help won't come
This month, this year

So we keep on holding, we keep on holding guns
And we keep on dreaming. We keep on dreaming with life
Nasty life!

Living with nothing
And you know... God won't help us

Vessels'Town

Flying boats and Mormon bikes
They go the same way... clockwise
They shoot the skull-caps, I don't mind
You know I'm ready, I'm ready to die

Chorus:
I wanted wings
Good wings
I wanted wings
Good wings

Back in good ole Vesseis'Town
Beaches and bitches are ready for the showdown
She's their preacher, she's their place
She's got the truth that no one wanna face
(chorus)

Between God and narrow minds
You say you don't wanna compromise
I do hate you, I can't deny
But those old vices are hard to fight
(chorus)

Give the intellectuals endemic sex
Get them tortured with guilt and complex
Let them breath you philthy air
And bas-fond for those who dare
(chorus)

Stephanie Jenssen

You... So near that I can touch
But your eyes don't look into mine
Your skin's so white... so much
So pure it makes me feel fine
Fine

But they crawl, spreading fear and disease
Parasites just like flies
Pretending they intend to please
Whith verminous and filthy lies
Lies

Fire and smoke, it's all that we can see
Women and children burning in the streets
Messerschmitts-a-falling from the skies

The wolf's howling echoed 'round the trees
Full of youth, pride and sacrifice

We've got some love but love was not enough

Questions to a Good Man

So we'll take your words as truth
And the junk that's made our life blue
But our doubts will make our feet move
Or believe in stars and tv news

Chorus:
Fly all day
Fly all day
Fly all day
But you won't watch me run tonight

Can you think of god in your shoes?
Would him leave the big stage for you?
Would you sleep when the lights are through?
When all is won what's left to be choosed?

(chorus)

Meantime we keep wasting our time
With a song
All I need is something to get on
But the boys in the band need something more
Plenty more!

Zombies

We dance
We walk
We're quiet
We talk
We're blue
We're red
We're happy
We're sad

We're living in trance
We're living in trance
We're living in trance

We live
We die
We laugh
We cry
We fuck
We kill
We come
Wecome

We're living in trance...

We don't
We won't
We can't
We shouldn't
A, B
C, D
E, F

G, H

We're living in trance...

Morbid

I had thoughts that life would end with shots
Dreams of screams
Human voices but not human beings
Evil looks crack a mirror when I see my face
White and blue, but my morbid eyes paint it grey

Psycho action
Psycho action
Psycho action

Not blue
Not blue
Morbid but not blue

Who's the master and who'll obey?
Psycho action's a pagan mass, another game to play

Franco by the Wall

Lefto: rigto:
a car, a street, a sign, cuando me mates, hazlo sin piedad
a park, a kid, the sea, si vuelo por andinos lejos
the clouds, the moon, the space quiero morir en la ciudad
a home... A home... A home
a door, a room, a wall, cuando me mates, no te arrepientas
the stairs, dreams, nightmares del echo
a home... A home... A home que mires por de tras
que me sangre el pecho

Warning

Going out
Rambling in the dark
Going out a walking
Going out
Crazy as a shark
There'll be blood tonight

Going out
Ready for a fight
Going alright
Going out
For docks and knives
There'll be blood tonight

Sure we'll have some fun
The night is calling for your guns
Sure we'll have some fun
Lonesome nights are always young

Wake Up

Blue is your color
But our color is called dignity
We've got to cry out loud
We are down but we are proud

Wake up
Wake up

Human is your cause
But your cause lacks honesty
We've got to cry out loud
We are down but we are proud

Wake up
Wake up

They killed our Christ
They kill our kings
They will be the next ones to die

Wake up
Wake up

Bronco Brain (rides again)

Walk 'round dead ends
Blood down my face
Blind and mortified
What's my name?

Bad thoughts, bad brain
Faces hit the ground
Talking to walls
Living in fear in nothing town

Riding again
Riding again

Walk 'round dead ends
Blood down my face
Blind and mortified
What's my name?

Turn down those things
Voices fuzz me down
Oh boy, I'm high
Slipping away frightening nights

Don't be afraid
To feel some pain

Riding again
Riding again

Emotional Spasms

The year's gone
Bombs keep failing down
Men feel so proud
New year comes
Who's the first to die?
Hope it's not me
I'll have my time

No complaints, just emotional spasms
Body pleasure... we all need some

Love is pain when we're not loose
night we'll lose the game we've choose
Through the years we've felt the same
But it's so hard to play the game
I lose the game, you lose the game
We lose the game playing all the same
Trashed and drunk, I'll soon be dead
My life is crawling, I'm almost laid
It's just pleasure lust, pleasure lust
pleasure lust, pleasure lust
... the radio waves...

Watching the Watchmen

Brits and Arians come to strip their ghosts
And for sure they will have some fun
'til mother superior jumps the gun
where murder is the staging post
We won't judge or hide those thefts
When there's only one question left:
Who watches the watchmen ?
Who watches the watchmen ?
Who watches the watchmen ?

Hitler has only got one ball
Goering has got two but small
Himmier has something similar
but poor old Goebels has no balls at all

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