Melka
Jul Vol. 12
1.
Invidia – 1990
2.
The Punkin’ Jingles
– The Punkin’
Jingle
4.
Mr. P – c64,
Joystick and Flimbo’s
Quest
6.
Onkel Benny –
Bjørn Rødtvet
7.
Vardlok –
Hvitekrists Løgn
8.
Farmasi – Ringelyd
9.
MIKE – The Day I
Was Sick (Voorheels
cover)
10. Wingersea Chimes –
Masterud Hipster
Pale Ale
12. The Fingered Chords –
Maracas
13. Mr. P – SERR, LOL,
C.U@ Tryvann
2017, XOXO LISM ;)
14. The Punkin’ Jingles –
Rasisme
15. Benny Toledo – A Single Beat (To
Save The World)
16. Wingersea Chimes –
One minute…finite….zipper
17. Farmasi – Crapocalypse,
now!
18. Miami Device – In The Ice
(Silicon
valley remix)
Confessions of the bruised
Why would anybody actually voluntarily be
abused to power chords?
I guess it’s the chorus
Or punk combos reused
Rock integrity
Left the day I started googling hot barbeque
recipes with chicken wings
Or was it even there?
For eighteen year old kings
Punk
themes
“What
if”’s
Cali-meleé
Punk schemes
Fueled up
By chardonnay
Picket
fence shit
P, Desperation might be gone
We never drank Zinfandel during Souvenir
P, I worry we’ve run out of songs
But I guess Pueblo was always still right
here
Confessions of the old
Mounthammer summer days reminds me there are
still stories to be told
Of parking lots
Soccer tennis brawls
L-wood mileage walked
Passing time with p
It’s pretty terrifying knowing it’s been
thirty this year
They went so fast
Guess good things do
At least this one lasts
Punk themes
“What
if”’s
Cali-meleé
Punk schemes
Fueled up
By chardonnay
Picket fence shit
P, Desperation might be gone
We never drank Zinfandel during Souvenir
P, I worry we’ve run out of songs
But I guess Pueblo was always still right
here
We paint the bitches in their eyes
Girls on their knees being all nice
We spray down the hos playing tic-tac-toe
She got face baptized
From my main Device
You a nice girl
Like a Spice girl
Or like a motherfucking Disney on ice-girl
I got the candy right here in my pockets
Wanna get a closer look
I’m aiming for the sockets
Don’t have to taste me
Don’t have to swallow
I be coming down like the thirteenth of
Apollo
I’ve got a horn to blow
You can borrow
The outcome is certain as Annie gonna sing
“Tomorrow”
Stay in hotel rooms
We stay in living rooms
Even stay in cars – we only be like bride and
groom
You overpower the meaty man tower
Receive the better end of a sticky baby
shower
Worship these rocks like the Stonehenge
druids
I’m gonna glue them lids with some bodily
fluids
We paint the bitches in their eyes
Girls on their knees being all nice
We spray down the hos
playing tic-tac-toe
She got face baptized
From my main Device
Just get down on your knees and throw the
dice
If you’re lucky as shit I won’t hit those
eyes
All marbelly blue like a model
Sweaty and chiseled and jizzed like a model
I will bring a fucking loaded gun to our date
A pulsating meaty gun to our first date
Get your titties out throw me off that shit
Take the motherfucker out and make the most
of it
You can take a load? Sure you could…
I’m standing like President Underwood
Claire or Frank or fucking Morning wood
You gonna get it like a poor if I was Robin
Hood
There was a time when BJ’s were just for fun
There was a time when BJ’s were just to cum
Now it’s real hard work – like fucking labour
shit
We gonna get down to the business like we
down with it
We paint the bitches in their eyes
Girls on their knees being all nice
We spray down the hos
playing tic-tac-toe
She got face baptized
From my main Device
Hans navn var Rødtvet
-Bjørn!
Det navnet klinger for meg
Han sa visst Rødtvet
-Bjørn!
Det navnet funker for meg
Hans navn var Rødtvet!
-Bjørn!
Henger langs en landevei
Noen skal stekes i olje og rulles
i butterdeig
Satan følger med meg
Satan følger med meg
Hans navn var Rødtvet
-Bjørn!
Muligens dum, ikke feig
Hans navn var Rødtvet
-Bjørn
Sier ja, burde sagt nei.
Lånte en hytte!
-Rød!
Det var slangens yngelreir.
Snart vil kaos regjere
Mørket kommer din vei
Satan følger med meg
Satan følger med meg
Helvetes flammer i avgrunnens
pine;
En middels fredagskveld
Mang en ekspertise kan djevelen
utdrive
Men gjør det heller selv.
Selv, gjør det selv
Vi drar til helvete i kveld.
I’ve realized we’re bound for
impact
The inevitable crash is getting
closer
In these dark times everyone gets
attacked
We’re throwing rocks regardless
of agenda
Feels like we’re living in the 1980s
With Nazi packs and Donald Trump
Could we rewind back to before
the crazies?
Is every generation bound to be
so dumb?
A single cause to divide our
country
A thousand lies to wipe out our
happiness
We blinked and now we got stuck
with Chunky
Whose every single day is an evil
success
Remember when we walked with
roses
Remember when we walked for
Benjamin
We used to think we were the
future
And that dialogue was the medicine
There was a time when things
seemed getting better
That’s us just being new
He’s just a man standing next to you
He’s just a man ripped behind you
He doesn’t even want you
To know the tears he keeps behind his lids
A traffic cone to show you where to go
A traffic cone to fuck you in a car
He doesn’t even like you
Enough to correct you when you’re wrong
I better hear maracas to just spend the
fucking dough
I wish somebody just grabbed me to go
He’s just a guy moving out of sight
He’s just a guy out of reach
He says he wants to show you
He says he knows what’s best for his bitch
He’ s just a man eating in your house
He’s just a man sleeping in your bed
He says he’s just alone too
He says he knows what’s best for his bitch
I better hear maracas to just spend some
fucking dough
I wish somebody just grabbed me to go
I’m pretty down on gerbils while I’m high on
caffeine pills
Just come on over there’s plenty of time to
kill
Swell over years into this
Panicked inconsistency
Detour from the trinity
A cliché
Oaths over years come to this
A broken apology
A has-been biography
A cliché
A few glimmers from the costal light blue sea
Light up our way through a sworn hypocrisy
Folks, keep your pets and loved ones near
Cause the end will come this year
Another verse to the folklore
With the world pounding our door
Pinnacle of your career
Fade over years into this
Through jaded biology
Confused generosity
A cliché
Used shimmers from a golden white decree
Show me a way we can end this happily
Folks, keep your kids and wallets near
Cause the end will come this year
Another verse to the folklore
With the world pounding our door
Pinnacle of your career
A war about time when cut down to the core
Thanks for your life, exit quietly through
the door
Folks, keep your pets and loved ones near
Cause the end will come this year
Another verse to the folklore
With the world pounding our door
Pinnacle of your career
You slap your straining cuffs around my
wrists and tell me biologically
it’s my fault
I mumble: “That I just noticed your tits
while probably this is government
assault.
You equal me? A conspiracy!”
It’s just that same old bitter theme
Another strike in the latrine
Dirty stains on tablet screens
A generation of men is hiding in their
mother’s den - jerking off hating
women
Jerk off for me, jerk off for you
Jerk for the girls you’ll never meet
Just soak the floor beneath
Don’t you never ever try and breed
Even hit the wall
This is important and afflicts us all
I know you’d rather have someone, cause
everybody wants someone
Just like that neighbor girl you watched
leave town
You still have time around
Sink your imperialistic fangs in me
And tell me geographically it’s my fault
If girls got titties I would like to see
But baby, this looks more like religious
assault
You equal me with our history?
It’s just the same old Ponze-scheme
Another strike in the latrine
A worn out magic routine
A generation of men is hiding in their
mother’s den - jerking off hating
white men
Jerk off for me, jerk off for you
Jerk for the world you’ll never see
Just soak the floor beneath
Don’t you never ever try and breed
Even hit the wall!
This is important and afflicts us all
I know you’d rather have someone, cause
everybody wants someone
Just like that neighbor girl you watched
leave town
You still have time around
Harassing girls online to get your daddy’s
attention
He’ll love you after this
Blowing up yourself in a small children’s
convention to prove the world
is shit
Got different names
Play different games
But still the same
Now, cum in shame!
Just soak the floor beneath
Don’t you never ever try and breed
Even hit the wall!
This is important and afflicts us all
I know you’d rather have someone, cause
everybody wants someone
Just like that neighbor girl you watched
leave town
You still have time around