LAST WISH

You gave
New birth
To the old shadow that I thought that
Died out of me

You awoke
The one voice
The one voice that I thought that
Was silent for good

You have been
The last wish
Of my heart

Notes: Lyrics inspired by “Tale of two cities” by Charles Dickens

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UNDER YTAN

No need
To hide
No need
To cry
No need
To be shy
No need
To cry

Being Watched
Being Judged

Notes: There is nothing such as "beautiful" or "ugly". The "you have to look like a model"-campaign of the advertisement- industry is able to put so much psychical pressure on people (still mostly women), that they might become depressive or maybe worse. "Under Ytan" = "Unter der Oberfläche"/"Under the surface"

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EN BROR MER

Jorden kan du inte göra om
Stilla din häftiga själ
Bara en sak kan du göra
En annan människa väl

Men detta är redan så mycket
Att själva stjärnorna ler
En hungrande människa mindre
Betyder en broder mer

Notes: These lyrics are an adaption of a poem created by a legendary left wing writer from Sweden. He took his own life at the age of 31. His biggest success besides his several novels were his reports on post war Germany in the 40s. The name of this author is Stig Dagerman. His deeply depressing poems merged with stories full of hope and happiness. This left us with no other choice than expressing one of his poems with the same power and emotional deepness that he might have liked.

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DESPONDENCY

What was that noise?
Gunfire. Affliction. I’m bleeding.
Why wasn’t there any warning?
I’m dying.

Some time ago
I’ve ripped out my heart
Not to feel
The pain anymore

I did not succeed
It didn’t ease
I could still feel pain
Through the skin
Of my fingers

Words
Causing feelings
Of despondency and dejection
Depressive, downhearting,
The most dispairing.

Some time ago…

Notes: Feelings can be destroying, but without feelings we are already destroyed.

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REVERSE

Is this account a forgery
Or do you assume
That they know
What’s factual
Observe with sealed eyes
And you’ll see some truth
At least…

Can’t we feel
That this is not
Everybody’s reality
Who dares to tell me
What my life really is about
…really is all about.

Ticking – Limping
Picking – Giving
Grinning – Sobbing
Glueing – Robbing

Notes: Why announces the dairy industry that it is unhealthy to live a vegan lifestile? Why are we told by doctors which have contracts with big pharmaceutical companies we shouldn't apply alternative medicine? Statistics, reports, and documentations are forged to make us believe in the "right gods". I became an atheist a long, long time ago ...

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PROFANE MONEYBRAIN

It’s not only the words you’re saying
But in first line how you arrange ‘em

Since your account weighs twenty times mine
Does neither make you king brain-wave
Nor me your slave

You should watch your mouth for a while
Because I know what lies behind that depraved smile

Since…

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ELDEN'S TV-PROGRAMME

I don’t need
No Television
To see that
I don’t need
No Television

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NOT THIS TIME

Leaving the house being watched by that skin
You tell me "sex sells" but is it all worth it?

This time I won’t make you believe I’m by myself
Sense my apprehension, my dreams and your true self

This Shop has women’s self respect in his window for low
It’s our job to make the owner redundant and go

This time…

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BURNT SMELL

There is blank space now
Where they have been
The air is getting hard to breathe

Fierce Cuts
Colorless Blood
Black and Smoke
Burnt Smell

There is…

Dying Land
Hopeful Roots
Torn Apart
Burnt Smell

No matter what I do, you will march on.
Seems like you never fall asleep.
Eradication is your ambition.
As far as you don’t know yet.

There is…

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TRIUMPF

Jag stod ensam
I mörkrets korsning
Tvungen att välja ordens väg
Tvungen att välja ordens väg

Jag trollar
Med orden
Som inte är mina
Lyssna nu på mig

Jag bryter inte när jag älsker

Ensam klättrade jag
Nerifrån marken
Till vulkanens mun

Lyssna nu, lyssna nu

Jag trollar….

Notes: These lyrics are a short version of Jila Mossaed’s poem “triumpf”. It’s about expressing yourself and your feelings in a foreign language. Jila was born in Teheran and is now living in exile in Sweden.

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ILLOGICAL