001 Full Spesi - I Don't Wanna Grow Up
002 Pueblo - The Melkian Way
003 Kitchen County - Make Way For The City
004 Loco_olavo - Sitting It Out
005 The Westcreek Pickups - Alguien Robo Mi Tequila
006 Vardlok - Keepquiet
007 Benny Toledo - Ma Bodl
008 Schoolboy Flemm - Spray Date
009 TRH - Be Mine Time
010 Skatan - The vile and brutal desecration of Christ
011 Losby Arbeiderforening - Truls Johnsen, Ragnar Aas og deres katastrofale møte
012 Invidia - The Frail
013 Benny Toledo - Souvenir
Jul Fem Fakta-ark
Pueblo - The Melkian Way
(S.Tønnesen)
Memories of memories are orbiting around
Best I can accomplish is to catch the ones I’ve found
A million beers and ten fast years that sometimes hit the ground
Memories of the ones we were that we never got to drown
Remember Melker at Sandcreek in the year of Bailando
Remember when we fired the synth-player but didn't know
that he'd move to be a doctor and marry an Israelite
but we got Kai fucking Renton and tried not to give a shit
Years go by
sharing our hobby with people we want around
No hopes of getting paid
or even getting laid
cause of this music, but we do it anyway
It's the Melkian way
Remember LIFA fire alerts we caused two nights in a row
Remember Strange Days, Telemark, hippies and Pueblo
Do you remember years of December bleach from the Melka christmas throw
Where the friends I've known for all these years still make their annual show
Memories of memories are orbiting around
A lot of it is blanked out, some appear with smell or sound
The main thing is the feeling that our history provides
The feeling of our memories I’ll keep until I die
You might be neglected but not forgotten
I think of you every time I press rec/play
The times we've had were some mountains, others cotton,
but mostly beer cans reused as ash trays
Remember the day P's Galant's time finally had come
remember when Elisabeth said that the wedding's on
Years go by
sharing our hobby with people we want around
No hopes of getting paid
or even getting laid
cause of this music, but we do it anyway
Make sure its played
Loco_olavo - Sitting It Out
(S. Tønnesen)
A: I’m sitting it out
on my outdoor couch
Just thinking bout the fight that's in my house
Neglecting every shot that's in my head
Referring every word that's ever said
I’ll say it loud
After I wait it out
When some time has passed she won't be as proud
When some time has passed she won't be as loud
to talk about
B: The shots still in your head!
A: It’s a little extreme
B: I don't know what you mean
A: Hey bitch,
AB: you shot me in the head!
A: put down the seat
B: But you got smelly feet, and other areas I
AB: should cover in lead
A: So is it my hygiene?
B: Nah, you're kinda clean,
but you got a way of acting mean
AB: Don’t you know I got my temper
Truth served best unintentional
Words said without potential
We're bleeding it out
We're bleeding it out
B: You should sit and piss
A: I don't ever miss
B: I don't either when
AB: aiming at your head
A: This kinda talk scares me more than Trance
B: Well, it might be fun for once to dance
AB: To the death beat of our unapproved marriage
AB: To the death beat of our unapproved marriage
A: To the death beat we never tried to change
B: I’m sitting it out
on my indoor couch
Just thinking bout the fight that's in my house
Neglecting every shot put in his head
Referring every word that's ever said
I’ll say it loud, after I wait it out
When some time has passed he won't be as proud
When some time has passed he won't be as loud
to talk about redecorating
Benny Toledo - Ma Bodl(S. Tønnesen)
Til Magnus
I say a one, two; ma bottle, oh bottle
Bitchin's underneath me but I just want ma bottle
If I live another minute without ma bottle...
Well let it be said; just gimme ma bottle
I don't need ma bottle, it's ma bottle that needs me
I couldn't care less of my cellular dummy
As long as there's a gap ‘tween me and ma bottle,
you and me are not on terms
Three, four and there's still ain't no bottle
What's a motherfucker gots to do for a bottle?
Getting laid or spoon-fed for the sake of the bottle?
Hey man, show a brother love and gimme the bottle
The world's a cold place and we need some assurance
together 'gainst the Man, his evictions and warrants
And it all comes down to; you gimme ma bottle
I know we could all be friends
Presence felt a few feet above view
There is someone looking out for you
You know it now like you always knew
A time and place when you will accrue
Don't settle down fore all said and done
He settles down when he settles down
Someone’s gotta stand up
and say enough is enough;
This kinda shit won't stand anymore
Gloves are off,
if you could help me take them off
Brothas gotta work it right
This ends here and now
But you know, I feel quite thirsty
Don't you come look down on me
I deserve a little dignity
Now handover that bottle to me
I feel quite thirsty
Skatan -
The vile and brutal
desecration
of Christ(Psydo-Sado)
The whiff of Holiness
A succulent tease
Dank aroma does invite
To a culinary feast
Ornated puncture wounds
Sharp the appetite
no utensils needed
to strip this corpus of skin
Prechorus:
The repeating taste of Christ
Regurgitation's regarded a luxury
The ideal of this consummation
is weighed in rancid flesh
Chorus:
This was your body, now a buffet
Unrecognisable, still holy I decree
Putrid to the core
No moral resignation
This was your body, now a buffet
Unrecognisable, still holy I decree
The molten I adore
Devoured at the alter
Strung up for the climax
served on the cross
I use the bible as bread
as I eat his penis head
The bones are picked clean
Crushed to attain the marrow
nutritious mouthful of the Divine
Prechorus 2:
The repeating taste of Christ
Regurgitation's regarded a luxury
Thereís no texture, thereís no taste
Noted in history as bacterial waste
Bridge:
I feast on rotten remains
Not one eye is dry
Still my favorite recipe
Losby Arbeiderforening - Truls Johnsen, Ragnar Aas og deres katastrofale møte
(Buer/Fagerlid/Tønnesen)
Han Truls lå vaken seint om kveld
selv om han ble lovt mange tel av ho Oline
Den dag derpå kjøm alt for fort
og snart sku' livet hans gå bort på Losbysaga
I fra morgensolens lys nervøst han stavret inn sin arbeidsgivers port
En kvarting whisky, ti-tolv øl
før han ble pælma ut for bøll av ho Oline
En søndagskveld var nokså kort,
men Ragnar Aas var i sin sport selvutnevnt maestro
I fra morgensolens lys ramlet han inn gjennom sin arbeidsgivers port
Hei, Truls!
Si meg gutt, finner du aldri ro?
Du skal få sove nå
Fra evigheten sett du fortsatt ditt spor
på oss og Ragnar Aas
D'er sagt: "Din første arbeidsdag er siste dagen din livsglad"
Truls intet unntak
Han ble beordret av Johan: "Følg med Ragnar til Mønevann
og hent planktralla"
I fra middagssolens lys fulgt han sin nyervervde arbeidskamerat
Ragnar Aas følte seg litt klein, og sa: "Hold tralla med et bein"
til sønn til Johnsen
Men nedoverbakken vinner fort over en fjortenårig kropp
Snart falt Truls under
I fra middagssolens lys bar Ragnar sin døde arbeiderkamerat
Hei, Truls!
Si meg gutt, finner du aldri ro?
Du skal få sove nå
Fra evigheten sett du fortsatt ditt spor
på oss og Ragnar Aas
En gjeng arbeidere samlet seg
for å se Truls en blodig deig
da Ragnar Aas bar gutten til sin far
Og gamle Johnsen okket seg, men bare en tåre fordreiv
og sa til Ragnar: "Du og jeg
har sett vår siste gode dag
Kan noen bringe meg min Krag.
Før det blir kveld skal en av oss dø"
"En mannsalder brukt i forbønn
Til hvilken nytte for min sønn var det, min Herre?
Han var et skjørt, spirende blad, men kanskje ikke på ei sag hadd no å fære”
Johnsen lukket sin sønns øyne før han siktet steilt på Ragnar med sin krag
"Johnsen, nå bør du hør på meg, det var et uhell"
"Faen, nei, om du kjem unna"
Johnsen skaut kula i hans lår; "Truls, han var bare fjorten år,
du har holdt tralla lenger"
Skjult av Losbysagas støv la Ragnar haltende på sprang mot skogslinja
Ragnar lå vaken svett den kveld og fantaserte om en tel
hos ho Oline
Men blodet pumpa altfor fort
og snart skul livet hans gå bort i Losbyskogen
Rørt av grålysningens sang sa Ragnar sin første og siste Fader Vår
Hei, Truls!
Si meg gutt, finner du aldri ro?
Du skal få sove nå
Fra evigheten sett du fortsatt ditt spor
på oss og Ragnar Aas
Truls Johnsen sett fortsatt sitt spor
Benny Toledo - Souvenir
(Pettersen/Tønnesen)
What I’ve done and where I’ve been
A life on memories keeps you thin, you know
A photo session never shot
I bet you turned out like you thought;
The long time struggle, all the things you always did seek, turned out fine
Put you where you wanted to
Some of us never do like you
Wonder if you always had that way mapped out
Your opinion had nothing to say?
It’s you
Every explanation is to thin
To a guided line
How could I win
We never had much time to think
What floats up would never sink, we thought
So we could drown in alcohol
You’ll never see me moon again,
never wear another flannel shirt,
drink Snapple high school hurt
Never snow bomb passing cars
Would you miss me?
Do like you
Wonder if you always had that way mapped out
Your opinion had nothing to say?
It’s you
Every explanation is to thin
To a guided line
I would never win
Would it bother you if it’s true
After all the effort I don’t envy you
Would it bother you if you’d see
After all your changes I’d rather be me
What I’ve done and where I’ve been
Still ashamed to say nothing
You know, Cobain-thinking just leads to that
But I’ve had Longwater-hat
I lived where Beck knows it’s at
I’ve done Stairway all way through
I’m here ‘cause I wanted to
Some of us never do like you