1. Losby Arbeiderforening - Men jeg slo deg aldri....
2. Farmasi & Spesi - I Haven't Got Enough Love For The Both Of Us
3. Skatan - Erratic Nasceney
4. Gentlemens piano bar - Magazine girls
5. Kitchen 2000 - Rød Hvete
6. Loco_olavo - Before the pitch black silence
7. Skatan - Soaking in skin
8. Benny Toledo - Bees
9. TRH - Hold flagget høyt og fanen lavt
10. Gcell - Entering Life
11. Gentlemens piano bar - Danger Ass
12. Loco_olavo - That Ol' Breakup-Routine (Bitch is out)
13. Skatan - Necromantic
14. Losby Arbeiderforening - Tore, Fogden og episoden på Østby gård
Losby Arbeiderforening - Men jeg slo deg aldri
(Tønnesen)
det er non timer til lys
og jeg kan ingen søvn få
kan føle varmen fra deg
her jeg ligger
jeg har angra på my
og jeg har hatt mine tvil
men på at gårkveld var rett
der er jeg sikker
du hadde alltid noe å si
på den måten jeg meg bar
men jeg slo deg aldri
før du ville krangle
du sa en fyllik jeg var
og jeg drekk som en gris
men jeg slo deg aldri
før jeg var full nok
rakk knapp en uke som gift
før du nevnt økonomi
jeg hadde alltid trodd du
visst hva du kom til
vi hadde bark nok til klær
så åffer ber du om mer?
du veit jeg kanke ha jobb
sånn jeg drekker
du hadde aldri noen på si
slik som luddere har
men jeg slo deg en gang i blant
for å vær sikker
vi hadde krangler vi to
sånn som ektepar har
men jeg slo deg aldri,
slo deg aldri hardt nok
kjenner lukten fra deg
på en pute av tre
hvis jeg drømmer hardt nok
er du nær meg
Farmasi & Spesi - I haven't got enough love for the both of us
(Farmasi/Tønnesen)
Combing my locks
Plucking my brows
Winking to myself
As long as it looks fine
It doesn't matter how it feels
Pushing the floor
Until it hurts then some more
Soak myself in brine
As long as it looks fine
It doesn't matter how it feels
Roaming the stores
Sales campaign wars
Unknown plastic bag scores
As long as it looks fine
It doesn't matter how it feels
Professional chore
Fashion victim and whore
That last line and never more
As long as it looks fine
It doesn't matter how it feels
Cheese
I freeze myself in bitmap time
I do my famous human mime
You're on the other side of town
Please
You feel a little double-crossed
Consider me a jewel you've lost
I haven't got enough love for the both of us
Skatan - Erratic Nasceney
(Psydo-Sado)
I'd love to see you undress
to hear you scream in pain
motivating your vagina
hungry, but can wait
Beautiful esculent
offal sticks to my shoes
I run my finger
Discretely tasting the soup
Prechorus:
'cause I am drooling for the succulent placenta
no food can get me off like this one
Chorus:
Awaiting the main course
of this illigal diet
this is the cream of human biology
I'll eat it from the floor
Lick you from toe to crotch
not wasting a drop of this nasceney
Patience rewards itself
I know this to be true
I feast on creamy meat
and it's all thanks to you
Adorable nasceney
will still my hunger tonight
I'll celebrate your squeeze
I'll reward your fight
Prechorus:
'cause I am drooling for the succulent placenta
no food can get me off like this one
Chorus
Bridge:
I'll lick you from top to toe, baby
I'll clean you like the whore you are
no offal left to suggest
that you are nothing but an oven to me
Kitchen 2000 - Rød hvete
(Steen)
Øst på skogen løper hunden
Båndet røket og hunden er fri
Spinkle stemmer roper og venter
Men denne hunden savner ei lenker
For hunden er fri
For hunden er fri
Gammel mann, pilot fra krigen,
tresker korn med stor maskin
Styrer blindt i fra sitt sete
Tresker hunden; rød, rød hvete
For hunden er fri
Ja hunden er fri
Pass deg for hunden og båndet er røket
Loco_olavo - Before the Pitch Black Silence
(Haagen/Tønnesen)
How many times this week have I snapped at you?
How many times this week have I justified another useless cause?
Reason is intact, but obviously malfunctioning
It seems like TV-channel choosing's worth the fight
We all know that one day will come
When every man must walk alone
We'll never meet again another place
Pitch black silence nothingness
The thought alone bums out the best
We swear allegiance to use every day
Overtime at work, so I can make a dime
All the time I work, so is there any time to spend that dime?
Buy the cottage, buy the boat, cover taxes, pay the loan
Lay off a cookie for a winter's day
We all know that one day will come
When every man must walk alone
We'll never meet again another place
Pitch black silence nothingness
The thought alone bums out the best
We swear allegiance to use almost every day
Like we would anyway
Still they keep slipping away
Like they do every day
We're riding cars in the may-sun
We're getting loaded just for fun
Stay in the shower till hot water’s gone
After this one there is none
We're watching makeover reruns
While eating breakfast with white buns
We're getting older but have just begun
After this one there is none
Skatan - Soaking in skin
(Psydo-Sado)
Intro:
Oh, oh. got this urge that drives me on
No, no, just a harmless urge
I would love to cum in you
Vers1:
I know how to handle this
I flay this gent like this
I just stack his skin in my tub like this
Pre-chorus:
Boiled to melt, then toe inn first
Slipping inn, I'm always ready for a soak in skin
Chorus
Choke myself with a belt
Mother doesn't know I'm in
Jacking off while soaking in skin
Vers2:
Vomit, Ejaculate and defecate
The 3 musts of my trance
My holy threesome of cum
Make my balls go numb
Chorus 2
Choke myself with a belt
Mother doesn't know I'm in
Asphyxiate in a tub of melted skin
Bridge:
I love this sensation of sin
I can't wait to swim in this tub of skin
Delightful notion, appealing kick
Warm and healing, soaking in skin
Chorus 3
Choke myself with a belt
Mother doesn't know I'm inn
Bearing witness in a tub of melted skin
Chorus 4
With a hardened crust
I take photos, that's a must
Posing in a tub of refreshing sin
Benny Toledo - Bees
(Tønnesen)
Bees fly around every day
When do bees stay on one flower?
Off with the chimes, on with the chains
The aisle remains
Is this a yield for what may have become?
Chapter begins - another ends
The beginning or the end?
I wouldn’t know
Guess its is up to us to show
Worthless like a foreign bill
Even love can get the chills
In a month it may grow old
And all toes are left off cold
Every night I feel like Sunday morning
But every night away from you brings nothing new to choose
Bees fly around every day
When do bees stay on one flower?
Off with the chimes, on with the chains
The aisle remains
Will it wear off 'fore bouquet touches ground?
Alone in bed, but next to you
Words stopped getting through
Tryin’ to read the way you breathe
Are you wake now just like me?
Remember how I met you once,
And how we were back then?
I have changed so much for you
You never stayed the same for me
Every night I feel like Sunday morning
And even though I know it’s wrong;
There’s nothing left to prove
Bees fly around every day
When do bees stay on one flower?
Off with the chimes, on with the chains
The aisle remains
Is this a yield for what may have become?
I want high times
Petty crimes
And security
Unseen panties
Sweaty palms
But impurity
I like surprises
Not routine
But I need them both
I’d take a girlfriend who would lie for me
When under oath
I want to dazzle
Stupid jokes that are only ours
I want a girl I could spend time with
Just in a car
I need to know that I’m the guy
That she needs the most
I want coast to coast in California
But every night I feel like Sunday morning
And every day passing me by
Feels further from my youth
Bees fly around every day
When do bees stay on one flower?
Off with the chimes, on with the chains
The aisle remains
Well, not for long
Bees fly around every day
When do bees stay on one flower?
Off with the chimes, on with the chains
The aisle remains
Is this a yield for what may have become?
Trompetistens Rettferdige Harme - Hold flagget høyt og fanen lavt
(Tønnesen)
Der kom det en krise i et avsides land
Over en lav sko tvinnes tomler mens det ventes på en supermann
Noen må forhandle, noen må mekle til fred
Her ankommer de som til ambisjonen har svoret ed
De bærer stolte sine farger i rødt, hvitt og blått
De tørker tårer på de som for sine døde har grått
De bringer freden så alle flyktninger kan vende hjem
Og gjør det helt klart for verden hvem som forhandlet den frem
Statsråden kan stå med US-president
og stotre hjemmemekka engelsk på CNN
Nasjonen Norge markerer slutten på sin venten
på at Johan Jørgen Holst skal komme igjen
Hold flagget høyt og fanen lavt
UD er ikke mer enn en reklameplakat
Gcell - Entering life
(Flor Lien/Tønnesen)
Florescent lights, hospital fights
Remember the autumn night that led to this day?
You keep hugging, you keep holding
Do you think that’ll make the pain go away?
This makes up for the times of seductive crimes
The ever recurring cliché
What we used to be together
Is for now and ever put on display
Muffle my voice
The curtains have ears
This is the time I needed to feel safe
Counting my breath
Keeping the pace
If we get through this we’re not even, but okay
Entering life is taking forever
And now there’s talking in my ear again
Baby’s head gets bigger and bigger
As a few static lives will meet their ends
Entering life…
Conscious acts, biological facts are merging
And then delivered between asbestos walls
You annoy me more than you soothe me
But for the moment I still want you to stay
Muffle my voice
The curtains have ears
This is the time I needed to feel safe
Counting my breath
Keeping the pace
If we get through this we’re not even, but okay
Entering life is taking forever
And now there’s talking in my ear again
Baby’s head gets bigger and bigger
As a few static lives will meet their ends
Entering life
Entering life
Entering life is taking forever
Entering life is taking forever
Entering life is taking forever
Entering life is taking forever
I need a drug break from my piercing endeavors
You're attempting to comfort, its funny and clever
But your help doesn't help if its not pharmaceutical
Pain set a side, there is never a doubt
Cause I know I will love this guy once he's out
I will cherish this kid like a Catholic devout
But the point is; right now I just want him out
Muffle my voice
The curtains have ears
This is the time I needed to feel safe
Counting my breath
Keeping the pace
If we get through this we’re not even, but okay
Entering life is taking forever
And now there’s talking in my ear again
Baby’s head gets bigger and bigger
As a few static lives will meet their ends
Entering life
Entering life
Loco_olavo - That ol' breakup-routine (Bitch is out)
(Haagen/Tønnesen)
Ch-ch-ch-change for our own extinction
This is the time when the public's interested
I've heard it before
This is the time of our intervention
I didn't know it, but I guess I came out short
I've heard it before
Silently pack your belongings
You'll come back later when I'm not at home
You close the door and I pretend sleeping
I'll get up, like I'm gonna get used to weeping
I’ve done it before
(Bitch is out on her own)
Which makes me on my own
(Bitch is out on her own)
And it makes me all alone
(Bitch is out on her own)
Not a single tone when misery becomes my home
Ch-ch-ch-change of a heart uneasy
So what has changed other than your love to me
Preferring He
Give me a chance to prevent disaster
I cast my vote, but I’m sure it won't succeed
No significancy
All the history meant nothing
Flush it down with our photographs
You close the door and I pretend sleeping
I’ll get up, like I’m gonna get used to weeping
I’ve done it before
(Bitch is out on her own)
Which makes me on my own
(Bitch is out on her own)
And it makes me all alone
(Bitch is out on her own)
Not a single tone when misery becomes my home
Skatan - NecRomantic
(Psydo-Sado)
Candlelit crypt
Eager fingers open
Coffins lid to start off
This date post mortem
Bride or groom
No time to differ
No time to lose
I'm penetrating every orifice
Prechorus:
Licking the stiffs eyes
to moisten the emty glare
Silently observing
the act of pure love and care
Chorus:
I'm a NecRomantic
Rectal expandation, yeah
I'm a NecRomantic
Flirtasious desecration, oh yeah
Nothing is ignored
I gnaw and lick
And I enbalm you in sick
I am a necromantic to the core
Mounting the corpse
Never do complain to be soar
You are a perfect specimen of a whore
Prechorus
Chorus x 2
Bridge:
I go on and on for hours
I show stamina
As I slide in and out
I go on and on for hours
I slide in and out
I can keep going for years
sliding in your slippy hole
Losby Arbeiderforening - Tore, Fogden og episoden på Østby gård
(Buer/Fargerlid/Tønnesen)
Prolog:
På den tida da det lakk for Unionen
Ut i Leireskogen levde det en mann
av Østby bondeætt
med rykte for å gjør rett
Han gikk god for 75 tønneland
Noen sier han en dag gikk fra forstanden
Andre sier om ham han en dag gikk lei
Man kan kall ham idiot, i blant mange andre navn,
men man kan aldri kalle Tore Østby feig
Vers:
Fogden kom til vanlig tid midt i Desember
til et frostlagt juleforberedt Østbytun
Før han fikk sitt øk steget av,
en stemme til seg kjenne gav
"Her ønskes ei velkommen fogd eller fut"
Fogden svarte uten å se en tilhører;
“Jeg har her kommet i Unionens navn
Jeg er Kongens representant,
og vil Dem gi en reprimand,
hvis De, min herre, ikke snart trer fram"
Tore Østby steg frem fra en låves skygge
med sin velsmurte Krag-Jørgensen i sin favn
Ropte:
"Du taler gjevt, min venn,
men du virker å ha glemt
at du er på mitt, ikke Oscar den annens land"
“Min Herre, jeg vet godt hvis land jeg har ankommet
Spørsmål er nok heller vet De hvor De bor?"
Fogden spyttet og fortsatt:
“De har utestående skatt
Noe fra forrige halvår og i fjor"
Refreng:
Mens vi legger våre kvinner,
mens vi legger våre barn,
ber vi om den dag de våkner opp i eget land
Vi gravlegger våre brødre
Vi gravlegger tapre menn
Selvom de feilet oss så ga de oss en drøm
Selvom de feilet oss så ga de oss en drøm
Vers:
Fogden trakk pusten og begynte på ny setning
Men ingen vet hvordan den setning ville ha lydt
Gjennom hans øye kula fór
Sendte ham englenes kor
Et skudd mang en jeger siden på seg skrytt
Tore senket byttet sitt og så sin rifle
Siden kalte han på sin lojale mann;
“En kilde til irritasjon,
den mannen var endestasjon
for mitt samarbeid med Oscar den annen"
Med hjelp fra flere fikk Tore løftet opp fogden
Spente han over den hest som han med ankom
Hang fogden som en sekk med mel,
ba til Vårherre for hans sjel,
før Tore Østby ville sette punktum
“Min døde fogd, du gjorde mang en drittsekks ærend
Ditt siste oppdrag skal du utføre for meg"
Tok grep i luggen og sitt blad,
rykket til, og inn i pannen skar
initialene T.Ø og ordet "Nei!"
Refreng:
Mens vi legger våre kvinner,
mens vi legger våre barn,
ber vi om den dag de våkner opp i eget land
Vi gravlegger våre brødre
Vi gravlegger tapre menn
Selvom de feilet oss så ga de oss en drøm
Selvom de feilet oss så ga de oss en drøm
Vers:
Tore fikk svar, men først rakk vinter bli til sommer
I mellomtiden levde han med sine menn
Han var på jordet med sin sønn
Marken ga løfter om sin lønn
Et halvår rant fort bort i optimismens brønn
En julidag skulle bli Tore Østbys siste
Han våknet av sitt fjøs som i full flamme sto
Til lyden av kyras dødssang,
skjenket han en siste dram
før han befalte:
“Sønn, ta løp mot Hammer bro!"
Tore tok stilling, siktet rifla mot skogslinja,
tok ut to i Kongens klær med Kragens ild
Et sted fra trærne ut det sang:
"Gi opp, gi opp i Kongens navn,
du er en, vi er tredve og flere til"
“Det var da faen til et leven lørdagsmorgen
men til din oppfordring har jeg følgende svar:
Jeg har samme tilbud til deg;
snu dem rundt og gå din vei
Hvis du vil leve, må du gi alt du har"
Refreng:
Mens vi legger våre kvinner,
mens vi legger våre barn,
ber vi om den dag de våkner opp i eget land
Vi gravlegger våre brødre
Vi gravlegger tapre menn
Selvom de feilet oss så ga de oss en drøm
Selvom de feilet oss så ga de oss en drøm
Epilog:
Skulle du en gang befinne deg i Lørenskog,
kikk sør-øst der grensa mot Rælingen skrår
Der ligg et staselig gårdsbruk,
hvor man lev godt av jordens buk
og den heter fortsatt Østby gård