"This is the New Wave of Political Rock"-LP
eyes wide shut
bags under my eyes
madeleine the murderer / henry the killer
lyrics to earlier Blanket songs
lyrics to unreleased/more_forgotten songs
All words written by Ville.
eyes wide shut
eyes wide shut <--> <--> ^ ^ ^ Bombs for Breakfast Death for Dinner I Fry Children All Thru The Night (w/ Willy Pete) But I Know I'm Here Cause I'm Just a Poor Boy With No Way Out But Going to War, No! The Dreams Of Old Men Come Our Nightmares (thanks 2 Sir R. Fisk) And That's The Way It's Been From the Start And Your Words - Will Never Meet - This World - Where the People Cry I Will Judge - You - By the Dead All Around [Not the Benign Intent You Utter that Some Take For Actions] ch: when i promised i'd die for you when i swore i would die i wish i'd been lying eyes wide shut into the minefield eyes wide shut into the crossfire [And The Real Question Is] For How Long Will the Poor Support This System? Happy For The Crumbs The Rich Men Spare Them Cause It Sure As Hell Won't Be Them Dying Would You Trade Your Own Son For Me? Would You Trade Your Own Blood So I Could Go Home? Please? Pretty Please?
i-valo """""" lucky me. my life is worth a hundred africans. and valued at fifty-five palestinians. i do the math as Reuters too and I know my price. i am not disheartened by that i'm half an american and I fail to give in that I'm this special if all this madness can stress, we're all equal, a sequel news agencys are filling me with a western view one could only wish that what they report is true the trust in you to explain the world, but you distort the game lull to sleep and appear diverse, but you're all the same and I fail to believe that we're this special if all this madness can stress, we're all equal, a sequel c: yes i know there is no real choice left just the amount of freedom you choose to give away i know i will be smiling and laughing all the way, i know, we know and I fail to believe that we're this special if all this sadness can stress, we're all equal, a sequel
the quiet will rise from the cracks of broken homes and railroad tracks the decay swells underneath it will tear apart this lonely street the quiet will rise and there'll be no more quiet as they pass the microphone not underground but in your home generations left alone ch1 we are the victims of ourselves we're bound and broke with everything got genitals in a magazine flooded is my pool of waste uncared in this mindless haste Cipramil® my guiding star will never drain this reservoir ch2 we are the victims of our times we're bound and broke with all our lies got ab machines on my tv screen end cause all i had to give end was never quite enough ... Cipramil® is a registered trademark of H.Lundbeck A/S.
Action (time time, for some) - - - - - - - - - - > you must feel like a freedom fighter strapped with all that C4 you must feel like you're helping someone please son take your time, inaction don't make you chickenshit ch: and i know you know where the enemy is strong i know civilian death is wrong it don't take a man to bomb a night club boys and girls that won't shoot back you cowards and your holy nonsense think of what you say, this road don't end in god's home repeat chorus c: and I can feel your vast hopelessness but no good will ever come from this violence and it's the same-old power structure the dumbest are the ones being strapped I feel it's such a shame since we only have this one chance don't waste it away on more disaster my friend ch3: and i know you know where the enemy is strong i know civilian death is wrong i know where the real war is on (not here) and i can tell you where to go (really. i've got coordinates.)
(petroskoi)(shadrach) how to survive in this imperfect world how to shrug off the weight of it all you can say i'm a part of the problem but stop (it's fair to say) i want to you to show me someone who is not (please can you) got nails in my coffin as you do too i just don't understand how it's stopping you the dispair, the heart-break, the tears that we shed are all the worth the trouble to me now today bridge: do what you do i'm just fine i'd rather not care than constantly whine ch; happy here with no teeth so glad that you made it here if all i had was this space and this time it would be enough for me how to keep on smiling when it's all going wrong how to rise up and keep staying strong shadrach my man has (kindly) showed me the way this capitalistically-challenged-young-man come what may - i'm always bulletproof with this
... tested ... my light / implore / FB / ... atomkraft loviisa Enlighten my path you chosen one Enlighten my way i am your son The power that they invest in you The power that they swore was true (the Force) Follow the pain of followers And worship the crowd of worshippers In vain i call your helping hand Unveiled to be just made of man (Uncloaked) ch; he is a god and i'm a former believer vast is the hope that i wasted on him of all the things that i said believe in all of that force i found in me Richness of life producing you Vastness of death unanswered too How could our hearts be lifted to (minds) (ascended) The goodness in man so real and true (spirit) (so)
my two hands
my two (2) hands children love me, they care for me children love me, they care for me they care for me grown ups love me, they build for me grown ups love me, they build for me they build for me i am nowhere, i'm in your head i am nowhere, i'm in your head i'm in your head ch: how's a world created? plates of gold located I had a dream and now they move to strange lands how's a lie not faded? girls sub-ordinated Shine some love and they'll eat from my two hands and all the love seems fine but the premise is flawed beyond repair old.men.rule.them:girls.can.stay.home.and.pray.and.cook.my.food.too amen.
i don't want to be a software developer
101001001001001001000101001howiwishiwascool0istanblu100100 i wanna be in Big Lego / Physiogas / Huge Android / Blender / i wanna wear some big-ole (cool) shades (shake my but) i wanna be i wanna be something more, more than me pretty baby yeah i wanna be unreachable five years ahead a trend i wanna be original and sing about the minimal pretty baby yeah i wish i was as cool as you look at me i'm so s-s-serious (oh poor me) (that's the way i was brought up to be)
bags under my eyes
you hope, hope of better days compare to other ways to you it seems, their grass is greener and you dream, dream of something more but you don't know just what for the truth is dear, it won't get brighter here meanwhile, i'm torn a million ways i'm spent and used for days assuring that it's not forever but i'm strong, strong to keep you from capsizing in this storm i have your woes in bags under my eyes bridge: and as every day passes i question this choice i stifle this voice and all the while that i'm willing you on i'm standing see if all that glitters is gold then only half the story's told and who is able to define just where to draw the line? how much of me such i be spending and since we only get this single show it seems too much for me to bare and I've been told escape is never the safest path for one to take there isn't a single point, a point of no return there isn't a single choice, where we took this turn there isn't a single place, no place i'd rather be
madeleine the murderer / henry the killer
Lesley Stahl, speaking of US sanctions against Iraq: "We have heard that a half million children have died. I mean, that's more children than died in Hiroshima. And - and you know, is the price worth it?" Madeleine Albright: "I think this is a very hard choice, but the price -- we think the price is worth it." - CBS "60 Minutes", May 12, 1996 a song about Henry Kissinger the Killer and Madeleine Albright the Mass Murderer --- we know them by the trail of the dead dear Madeleine, outsource their lives and sleep well rule and not care who is dead cause we are all just like you we are all children too dear Henry, draw broad lines and sell yourself the destinies you manifest and we resign to your plan we bow down to the man take a flight down and account for all the thousands that are no more what if it's someone you love what if it were your only son chorus politics of power uno reduce them to a number violence is justice and to what end? (where does it stop?) instill fear and you'll be blessed fund your jobs and mute the dissidents we see thru your old disguise we see no truth in your lies chorus hear the sound of torture två in your highest tower smell the burning people i know i can "If love is blind, patriotism has lost all five senses." - William Blum - Rogue State.