Jul  3

1. Benny Toledo - Comeback
2. Kitchen 2000 - Golden Hay
3. Skatan - The Day Satan Killed Jesus
4. Loco_olavo - Nobody Fucks Tom Vicci
5. Benny Toledo - Route 159
6. Skatan - To Walk The Path Of Darkness
7. Trompetistens Rettferdige Harme - Truckvett, Fucker
8. Farmasi - The Fall Guy
9. Skatan - Hate Machine
10. Benny Toledo - Short Song
11. Pueblo - Back Ten
12. GigaGud - Segl 2: Ave Giga
13. Benny Toledo - Baby, Just Feel


Mbu: Må ta et nytt stunt
Stan: Hm?
Mbu: Må ta et nytt stunt
CorN: Ja ja, selvfølgelig

Benny Toledo - Comeback
(Tønnesen)

It doesn’t matter how
The bleeding took a rest
So much for medication
Was ill for quite some time
Those lazy occupants….
Just say “no”, Prozac Nation

Him: Assault by .22, CPR’d back to life
He needs his share to keep what’s wrong in sight
Throwing Molotovs, vacuuming under rugs
The combination; his demise

I have to draw the line as healthy as this gets
Not quite at the blue collar yet
Surrender while I can, drink-road ceased to exist
Statement reveals post-weakness

Her: A workout-membership; a comeback into life
Sweat washes out the things done out of spite
Thread is working fine and everything’s in place
To complete format, just press space

Cheap, at least not charity reciever anymore
A good thing we had some funds stored
High risk-accounts never paid for
People like us must learn to safe without becoming bored

…or is that wrong?
Slowing it down would cause a halt benefiting no one
Except fatigued and young people
It still beats being left in the cold

We used to have some fun
Almost normal couples have only time to be home every day
It doesn’t mean I hate you
It doesn’t mean you’re right
If you said I need help, fuck you
 

Mbu: En gang til
Stan: Faen
 
 

Kitchen 2000 - Golden Hay
(Steen)

All my crops went down this year
And northern blizzards still brings me fear
But on this farmland I’ll work and stay
Obsessed by thoughts of golden hay

Working the soil
Planting me seeds
Hoping for sun
And humidity sometimes

I’d give my life today
The prize of dreams – Golden Hay

My youngest son, Andrew at eleven
Works with me twentyfourseven
Grab the pitchfork
Don’t wake up late
It takes a man to put food on the plate


Skatan - The Day When Satan Killed Jesus
(Skatan)

When Satan calls my name,
I feel the urge to die
When total evil strikes me,
I'm ready to go to Hell

My name is Death, Darkness and Pain
    - I hate all humans
And I will suffer in Hell
    - Hate all humans

That day Satan killed Jesus - That day pure evil was shown on earth
That day Satan killed Jesus - That day pure evil was sent to earth

When light's replaced with darkness,
my soul is filled with hate
When death's my only longing,
I'm ready to go to Hell

 

Loco_olavo - Nobody Fucks Tom Vicci
(Haagen)

Well, the fucks have really put down quite some effort this time
Pissing off Thomas Vicci takes one hell of a man
A sound caught my attention while finishing the third six-pack
Laughter and steps from the driveway
This one’s real, I’m under attack

You could spend a lifetime being passive
Seeing it through, taking their shit

The driveway’s except from my mutilated Volkswagen
Someone has played with knives, those tires won’t roll again

I could have chosen to do nothing
Instead I picked up my .44

In the dark and pretty drunk I jump the picket fence next door
Hold in the doorbell button few seconds, and they’re out for quality hardcore
The big guy, Anderson, or something opened up
Greeting my barrel, tried to speak, but was muted as I squeezed to shut him up

Few weeks while still a kid my uncle took me to the shooting range and let me do some rounds
Something I recall as another squeeze puts the missus of the house down
She started screaming once I, like a Moses, part her husband’s head
Now I check the fridge, children crying upstairs and my shirt’s stained red

I should have gone upstairs and killed them
But I had my urge for a drink

Sticky substance to my shoes as walk through pictures back to the door
Portraits of the happiness I took
I start realizing I want more
Back home I put the gun on the table and sit down while I open a beer
Enjoy a few zips, I won’t miss, it will all come to an end right here

Nobody fucks Tom Vicci…
 

Kragerø-babe: Jeg er så sint, så sint
 

Benny Toledo - Route 159
(Tønnesen)

Our work was done as we reached the top of our high school ladder
Planted the seeds
Now it was time to reap the fruits
and at one that morning we met our fate, a blue Sedan on 159

You said it won’t, but you were wrong
It always seems to roam the unprepared
Knew what may cause certain effects,
still we kept on passing the Tullamore

Marlboro lights consumed in the parking lot
After the prom with Mary Ann I did last year
Shouts from the car for us to leave for the after-party
Jim’s home alone and got a keg
(Can you walk?)
I never thought I’d get to hear skulls cracking up
(Can you walk?)
I never asked to hear the sound of lung puncture
(Can you walk?)
I’d never guess that Mary Ann could smell bacon
(Can you walk?)
I never thought I’d see my friends get ripped apart

You said it won’t, but you were wrong
It always seems to hit the unprepared
Knew what may cause certain effects
but we kept on passing the Tullamore
Movie moral has to exist in the real life I thought
Good people always seem to end up on the latter side
Could you try not hitting the lights?

“So come on now, pass it over. I bought my share into it too.”
My words as we pass the Esso station
And while the driver repeats his mantra of non-smoking in his parents car
I start my coup d’état on behalf of tobacco

Don’t smoke in cars
I’ll take my chance
Don’t fight in cars
I’ll take my chance



Skatan - To Walk the Path of Darkness
(Skatan)

I have walked the path of darkness
My soul is dead and Satan lives inside me
My Master Satan screams to me
He screams of torture, pain and pure black evil

Darkness and hate - the only thougts in my head
I hate mankind, and I will suffer in Hell.

Lucifer, holy be thy name
Set me free and lead me to Hell
You are my Master, my Emperor, my Saint
Set me free and lead me to Hell

I have killed a lot of Christians
I'm telling you, I didn't mind at all
My Master Satan screams to me
He screams of torture, pain and pure black evil



Trompetistens Rettferdige Harme - Truckvett, Fucker
(Tønnesen)

En, to, tre, fir…

Det du vet holder deg levende inntil videre
Sitt ned, følg med, din jævel
Pass på beina – leksjon 1
Senk alltid gaflene etter bruk
Ikke glem riktig godshåndtering

Husk sikkerheten kommer alltid først

Truckvett, fucker! Truckvett, fucker!

Vær varsom ved lading av truckbatteriet
Knallgass kan slå ned – en gnist; billett til døden
Hender trengs til å bla opp spenna
Alltid følg anvist vekt
Du lever lenger

Nei, nei!
Nei, nei!
Det henger skeivt, det går for fort i svingene
Nei, nei!
Nei, nei!
Hvis pallen ikke tar deg skal jeg faen meg ta deg sjøl
Jævel…

Nå skal vi se hva dere har lært…

Husk sikkerheten kommer alltid først

Truckvett, fucker!


Farmasi - The fall guy
(Tønnesen)

Looks as we’re up for a new round saliva
I admit this job never was a friend provider
Outside our crippled informant network
Mass is assembled, now give them what they came to see
And the cake; free chance of clashing with the police
An ancient used car dealer trick, this free deal doesn’t come with guarantee

Guaranteed guarantee free

Situation is absurd, yet under our control
Taxpayers’ money is spent on taxpayers withhold
That is if hippies ever pay the bill
Instructions were clear, only arm with baton and the shield
But the rules were not passed by the ones in the field
Protect and serve the public
No one wants to hear from whom they’re served

Pieces of sidewalk starts raining followed by the
Screams of disaster as I drew much faster than he
The rock would never leave his hand
This one’s for all of the years of saliva
A job, but you had to draw me down to your level
Now none of us is ever coming up, I took the fall to bring it up


Skatan - Hate Machine
(Skatan)

You are six feet below
    - How does it feel?
Your face is destroyed
Killed by machine
Your suffering - My joy

Hate-Machine  - I got so much hate to spear
  - Assosiate with fear
  - Darkness, hate and fear
  - This hate was never unreal

And I hate you so
    - Darkness and hate
And I want you dead
So take your last breath
Tomorrow you are gone
 
 

Benny Toledo - Short Song
(Tønnesen)

Footmassage and candy – bliss summed in two words
Fall asleep eleven
Her boyfriend comes around three
Adjust some things
It can wait
I still remember why
Rip off Mom’s sugar shop
Don’t dare to diabete

Strawberries and rainmen
Idol and best friend
Repeat 1 Choir Hotel in cars with telescreens
Met you when Diddy’s known as Puff, not mr. Pop
Left off with that dull guy’s bike and his gigantic ass

Here’s a thought: I love you
My favourite flavours: Oxygen and Honey
Hope you won’t get bored


Pueblo - Back Ten
(Tønnesen)

Where you’ve been
What you’ve become
Would you like to know what you’ve done the next ten years?
I could tell you
Just went 14
In a month or two you’ll finally get to see U2
The largest show you’ve yet encountered

Deceitful
Low standards
Broke with nothing to do

What do you think of you?
The very place just different age
All the stupid things you haven’t done, but will
What do you think of you?
The resignation that took place
All the dreams you had just never got fulfilled
What do you think of you?

During autumn when fifteen you’ll spend most time frisking Catherine
Blueballed and cold.
Remember cotton!
She got married just last year, got a kid and moved down here
A few houses down.
Even got cable

Holding my breath for you
The very place just different age
All the stupid things you haven’t done, but will
What do you think of you?
The resignation that took place
All the dreams you had just never got fulfilled
Holding my breath for you

What can I say except I’m sorry?
We never reached our expectations
But we got still some time
Yeah, we got still some time
Yeah, we got time
Yeah, we got time
Yeah, we got time
YEAH, WE GOT TIME

No sixpack
No girlfriend
Drunk with no one to do

What do you think of you?

 

 

GigaGud - Segl 2: Ave Giga
(Tønnesen)


Ave Giga
Ave Mundi Luminar
In Gloria Solio
Ave Formosissima Nobilis

Ave Giga
Nunquam Permamenti

Nobilis
Ave Giga
Pro Vivis, Pro Defunctis
Pro Papa et Pro Rege
Pro Omnia
Ave Giga

Ave Giga
Ave Mundi Luminar
In Gloria Solio
Ave Formosissima Nobilis

Nobilis
Ave Giga
Pro Vivis, Pro Defunctis
Pro Papa et Pro Rege
Pro Omnia
Ave Giga

Intet er sagt eller lest om hans makt
Ikke sløs ditt liv på tvil
Igjen han oppstår etter tusener av år
Han, Den Ene, GigaGud

Ave Giga

(1. Gigabok, 23, 11)… etter at Tsar Geldof hadde drept den grusomme Zoloft raste hele Apkrifta ned i avgrunnen fra hvor det hadde oppstått en gang for så lenge siden.
(Futzarbrevene 3, 45) …og ned fra smertenes fjell steg Zandar, den fryktløse, med steinen.
(Futzarbrevene 3, 46) Og tilskuerne kunne ikke annet enn å bøye seg i avfrykt og prise sin nye herre….

Intet er sagt eller lest om hans makt
Ikke sløs ditt liv på tvil
Mang en lært at kun den ene er verdt dyrkelse
Heil, GigaGud

Ave Giga

 

 

Benny Toledo - Baby, Just Feel
(Tønnesen)

Now, come on baby, just feel

Disaster never came in such a beautiful light
In the dawning there comes more
You look so tired, darling, your face, not your eyes
They compete with your cigarette light
Can’t stop hyperventilating
If my heart stops, I died happy
Read my lips: Happy
The bikers try to race us,
but I won’t let them pass by at 180
We’ll be safe and I will concentrate on stripe beneath me
I wish I had drugs here now
I wouldn’t take ‘em
I wouldn’t need ‘em
Gigantic fields of gray are passed
In the distance their city shines
You fall asleep and the radio tells me the time

There’s always a coast you’ll never get to see
A smell you’ll never get to smell
Always a chance you’ll never get
Well, this is the beat I’m gonna hear

Now, come on baby, just feel

Over mountain tops swept in blood
A life pulsating, a voice I need to hear
But I’ve got time
We pit stop in dusty lonely towns
Urine stench combined with gasoline:
The smell of not movement
If I sleep now, I’ll never wake up
Afraid we’ll sink and drown every time I stop

But I’m not scared
In the glove compartement there’s no gun or knife
only maps
Miles are driven, seen, loved, ribbons cut for every meter
If I listen hard, I can hear the stereo of oceans
I can feel them, and I’m not crazy
Not even drunk
There’s some clothes and toothpaste in the trunk
My most valuable item
My diamond which no one can put a tag or price on
Is sleeping in the seat beside me
Dreaming, beautiful
When she wakes it will be morning
 

Just feel x 1 000 000...