Jul 4


Loco_olavo - Locopulco
Benny Toledo - To Be Continued
Pueblo - Bought Regrets
Trompetistens Rettferdige Harme - Torbjørn
PowerSword - Halls of Honour
Losby Arbeiderforening - Alt for Oline
Benny Toledo - Fish Sticks
Skatan - Throbbing Dogma
Trompetistens Rettferdige Harme - En arbeider
Benny Toledo - Class of 1995
Loco_olavo - One, Two, Tree Floor
Losby Arbeiderforening - Balladen om Johan og Johanna




Loco_olavo - Locopulco
(O.Haagen/S.Tønnesen)

Freedom is a word
And a title you can buy yourself
Not an Amsterdam
That's a place you could go fuck yourself
Easy to proclaim
Just as easy as to violate it by anyone
The threat is people not just government

Don't wanna live
Where the deviator's persecuted,
Ignorence is spawned,
And aggression's being celebrated
Don't wanna live
if the point's the fucking money pursue
Well, have no fear
Cause Olaf's here to liberate you

I want a place where the end don't ever justify the means
A place where everybody stays in line no matter income
A place where queers only need closets to hang their queer clothes in
A place where anything and nothing is for sale


No fingers in between
No radio music scene
I left once I heard talk of my new home
No vender in the seams
No goddamn blight regime
I spend my years in Locopulco
I've got my answer when the prime minister calls:
"Locopulco stands when Norway falls"

Is it worth the wait?
If the wait is Thomas Rocco Fuckhead?
or TV2
or the preteen thoughts of racist bloggers
I know this world
requires some certain survival techniques
but just hold on
freedom's always worth waiting for

I need a place where there's no press no internet or media
A place where sports and music never became a profession
A place where somalis aren't denied medic attention
and everybody's a pal of loc'n roll

Start the war
We claim this as ours
Sovereignty for the state of Locopulco

No partisan politics in Loco,
The isolation state at the border of Oslo

No fingers in between
No radio music scene
I left once I heard talk of my new home
No vender in the seams
No goddamn blight regime
I spend my years in Locopulco
I've got my answer when the prime minister calls:
"Locopulco stands when Norway falls"


Benny Toledo - To Be Continued
(Tønnesen.)

Been drinking for six straight hours and I’d like another six
If only they made counterfeit money like they did these chips
Some things can’t be resolved during a game of chess
So just bring out the coffee and the Bell’s and the honey
And we’ll see what’s left

Do another shot ‘fore you give in
Do another kidney swap ‘fore you give in
Interest time
There’s always the woods sometime
Walk a straight line before you give in
Do another full house before you give in
Taste the time
We never run out of lime

REF
We don’t have enough Saturdays in our lives
To realize what’s on our minds
Zero-nine-zero-eight-zero on speed dial
You can call them
To be continued the next time

Been drinking for six straight hours and I’d like another six
Time finds its way of sneaking up behind a couple of hicks

REF
Degrees are falling but my knife will buy me time
My guessing; yours will buy for you
The greying trees suggests bonanza’s done for now
Apparently you are too
We don’t have enough Saturdays in our lives
To realize what’s on our minds
Zero-nine-zero-eight-zero on speed dial
You can call them
Pay the fair home
You can call them
Or keep on for just a while


Pueblo - Bought regrets
(Tønnesen)

Give me a Blast Off for the weekend
A Bear Fucker for the highway
A little vodka for dead homies
Guess it still works for me

Everyone else is on the wagon
Or on the motherfucking L-train
What’s necessary for the weak man
That didn’t come from me
Summers gradually grew shorter
When did it start taking longer to pack up, than to fucking leave

A pity wanted for old stains
Everybody’s got a handful
I’m throwing yet another crumb out
To find my way back home

Weekends tragically grew shorter
When the synopsis came I wondered if I even showed at all

Big treason all season
Every Monday night I blame you for the images I’ve lost
Get high on bought regrets
Another uppercut to set straight what was meant to be rejoice

Give me a Blast Off for the weekend
A Bear Fucker for the highway
A little vodka for dead homies
Does it still work for you?

Summers gradually grew shorter
When did it start taking longer to back up, than to fucking leave

Big treason all season
Every Monday night I blame you for the images I’ve lost
Get high on bought regrets
Another uppercut to set straight what was meant to be rejoice

Just once I’d like to keep last night

And we’re pouring as we’re sinking
Even Colin left u, the blow to realize we’re a dying breed
But I’m here for now
I’m here

Big treason all season
Every Monday night I blame you for the images I’ve lost
Get high on bought regrets
Mention all weekdays
The day I blame, the day I fell for you


TRH - Torbjørn
(Tønnesen)

ny bysykkel, husker på hjelmen
retter litt på knuten, handsfree-prat
Ipod festet på mannevesken
litt Bærum, mens fortsatt Grenlandsgutt

ingen applauderer en selger
legger på plass røret, lukker døren
blått hjerte vil avle blå penger
fem måneders-skjegget lurer dem...
..ikke meg

lyden av ditt sanne, ditt sanne, kalde hjerte banke
lyden av en selgers drøm
lyden av ditt sanne, ditt sanne, kalde hjerte banke
lyden av høyere middelklasseideologi
lyden av ditt sanne, ditt sanne, kalde hjerte banke
lyden av en halliks drøm

selg det ut, sett det bort,
kjøp deg fri
kjøp for en selg for ti
selg det ut, sett det bort,
"valgfrihet"
fritt marked gjør alle fri

like sant for menigmann som for deg

autobahn
tulipan
mer konkurranse gir mer konkurranse gir...
resultat
sølibat
mer konkurranse gir mer konkurranse gir...

like sant for menigmann som for deg

Powersword - Halls of Honour
(Migthy Thor Gonzales)

Behold the mighty dragonslayer, Lord of the Powersword
The mighty Rentoncelot, struck by misfortune and the cruelty of evil gods
His queen and kingdom taken from him…


I ride away from my ancestral halls
Shamed and dishonoured
Never to return

My kingdom and queen
Taken from me
Powersword thrown away


But I will always remember
Those ancient halls of honour
Where my forebears
Forged their legacy

I will always remember
Those noble halls of honour
Wherein I reigned
For the greater glory

These ancestral halls, wherein my forefathers forged their legacy. 
A monument of valour and glory!
Tears glisten on my cheeks as I bid the Halls of Honour farewell…

Times have changed
Knights and swords
No longer in demand

I no longer ride
Into the west
My kingdom and queen
Taken from me
Powersword thrown away

But I will always remember
Those ancient halls of honour
Where my forebears
Forged their legacy

I will always remember
Those noble halls of honour
Wherein I reigned
For the greater glory

Mighty Rentoncelot, driven into exile…
The Powersword taken from him.
Now a life of barbarian leather and forbidden pleasures await…


Losby Arbeiderforening - Alt for Oline
(Tønnesen)

VERS1
ut ved losbysaga der en gang det sto
ei gammel brakke for stinn til å bo i
det var rift om en stolplass på et vassent jordgølv
det var her arbeideskara ville møtes for øl

VERS2
det var Styggen fra Røykås som lakk som ei sil
det var Sjølstryker-Arne som ble håmofil
det var Dritmann og Bendern og Arveløse Trond
det var Paddehatten Paulsen og Knallbom

PRE1
og når diskusjon sklei ut, og kniver vart trekt
var det alltid ei som vist oss døra
når nota lå på bordet vi prøvd snik oss vekk
men du var der og held oss i øra

du var en
en av oss

REF1
et glass lager og varmen som mor aldri ga
alt hos oline
dobbel whisky og disiplin vi trengt fra'n far
alt hos Oline
en for deg
en for meg
du er alltid hos meg mens jeg drekker
en til deg
to til meg
og inntil dagen vi dør så gjør vi som før:
alt for Oline

VERS3
seks fot høy, my å ta i og eit brunt krøllat hår
fikk mang ein arbeidar tel å stopp for ein tår
sjenka sprit som ein tømrar og slåss som ein mann
slo han Torbjønn i håndbakk kvar einaste gang

PRE2
når du sto der i baren og noen strakk ut ei arm
var du kjapp med å slå han på handa
og du holdt deg til Skriften, men dømt aldri oss
men du kløyp ein stakkar hvis han banna

du var en
en av oss

REF 2
et glass pilsener og klemmen som mor aldri ga
alt hos oline
dobbel vodka og disiplin vi trengt fra'n far
alt hos Oline
en for deg
en for meg
du er alltid hos meg mens jeg drekker
en til deg
to til meg
og inntil dagen vi dør så gjør vi som før:
alt for Oline

VERS 4
men en dag var du vekke og en ble til to
på den trea så samla vi et lag å dro
det gikk rykter om finner ved et vatn mot øst
for det syn vi her møtte finnes ei noen trøst

VERS 5
ved en kald finlandsbålplass, under brunt krøllat hår
fekk mang en arbeider tel å fell en tår
du hadde slått fra deg vel, men det er flertall som rår
nån hadde vært ufin mot jenta vår

PRE3
så vi gravla deg der
mens vi sverga vår hevn
før vi ba for deg til himlen komme
og vi reiste før daggry
fant finnan før kveld
og vi hang dem før natta var omme
du var en
en av oss


Benny Toledo - Fish sticks
(Tønnesen)

1. Weekend time
I’m going narrow on the borderline
A vintage song provides an open mind
The heat is sponsored by the local wine

2. Skipping town
In a car with both the windows rolled down
Drawing flavour from a chewing gum
My smacks accompany the engine hum

Nothing beats the obvious
Plaques of stones or fingers crossed
Just furniture to be transgressed
There’s nothing here but days and weeks and us

3. Office shoes
You wear them out while singing collar blues
I know my function and I’ve got my task
Assigning aging to cucumber masks

4. Force majeure
Know it will find you and there is no cure
Preemptive action leaves you constant doubt
I close the stable once the horse is out

And I know life goes on without me here
In the end we’re just dents and accidents
Miscreants can do wonders once they're gone
But until then, I'll be driving out of here
Out of here

5.Deep potholes
I put all my trust in the cruise control
Lifesaving qualities in passive mode
I'll keep monitoring the open road

6. Sooner or later one will be recused
from all positions due to mileage used
a bitter phone call and the jig is up
like feeding romance with the word prenup

Nothing beats the obvious
Plaques of stones or fingers crossed
Furniture to be transgressed
A way passing the while

Nothing here but hope for more
What I see is what's in store
There ever was or will be a prime
The positive; there is still some time


Skatan - Throbbing dogma
(Psydo-Sado)

Feverish perversions delude
Through lip-synced dogmas
Fires up our engines
We're ready for take-off

Shooting for the stars
The sky's the limit, wo Oo ow
We got some answers to share with you

Pre-chorus:
You're jammed up in the
Cosmic drain
Wondering how you got stuck
So stuck in the
Cosmic drain
There's really only one solution

Chorus:
Come on, come on, come on
Come right now and squirm with us
Come on, come on, come on
Come right now and we'll show you how it's done

Come on, come on, come on
Stroke it faster and you will see
Come on, come on, come on
Climax on our throbbing dogma

Let's wrestle in our cum
Warm, and tasteless
But who need taste
When we got words like these

Let's gape every ass
And take a real good look, wow
This may be our home tomorrow

Pre-chorus
Chorus


TRH - En arbeider
(S.Tønnesen)

den store mannen ble så liten
og hoffet trakk seg unna
en stund før de kom tilbake
nesten før han rakk bli sinna

alle penger jeg har
alt jeg har brukt
de har jeg fortsatt
men har gått glipp av alt for mange

han var en fattig mann
i følge seg selv
hadde en årslønn på
simple tre millioner

så når jeg trakk pistolen i styrerommet
la den til pannen hans og ba ham tenke på hvorfor

har aldri vært vil aldri bli
tror du knapt vet hva det vil si
har aldri vært vil aldri bli
en arbeider

han burde brukt sin siste stund på arvingene
han hadde ingen
burde brukt den til å tenke på venner
han hadde ingen

så hva var vitsen, spurte jeg og spente hanen
"det var vel sporten", svarte han
før jeg trykket på avtrekkeren

jeg mistet kone og barn da dere kuttet meg ut
jeg hadde trodd på og blødd for bedriften min
jeg mistet hodet da det ble kjent at
dere tok ut bonuser på min nedskjæring


Benny Toledo - Class of 1995
(Tønnesen)

vers 1
you can look for a moment but promise me
to forget whatever you might see
all our scores, all our stats, most that we have done
is erased as this summer's two months is gone
as the roofs turn red on mounthammer high
fumes are passed in the summer night
this crowd's gonna do what they feel like
some came on foot but most came by bike

pre1
i'll explain the course from end to start
if we skip the tricky parts
i've gathered out that's what most people do

vers 2
nothing i want is what it seems
once i get there i always fin d there's something better
hit a new round off Walt's JD, say goodbye, a last kiss on the cheek, he's a good boy
a boombox somewhere's playing Prodigy, I walk through the crowd, pass a parking lot tree, as I see her
finally up close she smells of hair dye, front tooth piercing flashes, takes my hand

pre2
she let's go for a second to keep her pace
in the happy crowd during Ace of Base
and another lonely moment of mine occurs
   
Ref
you know you'll never feel home
being sad all the time
when what you feel
is not what they see
no one finds you
no one grieves
cause that nevertime somebody misses you
you let them down
you provoke on a laugh
an occasional stare
no one listens
no one cares
as long as you don't have a genuine
thing to say to anyone
there's an empty lot with silent beats
a friendly house with clean new sheets
a place where no one's ever heard of class of 1995

plot needs a change of scenery, for obvious reasons, the bench near the rails
moist cigarettes, warm Galliano, from a distance cheers and Cotton Eye Joe
scratch a mosqioto bite and turn to say something, down the street there's a fight,
she looks at me, inhales and whispers "it's okay"

pre 3
on the darkest corner, my skirt dropped down
i felt her hands and loved her as the silent flash of a cell cam went off

ref
you know you'll never feel home
being sad all the time
when what you feel
is not what they see
no one finds you
no one grieves
cause that nevertime somebody misses you
you let them down
you provoke on a laugh
an occasional stare
no one listens
no one cares
as long as you don't have a genuine
thing to say to anyone
as the morning greets mounthammer high
a janitor sweeps broken vials
and soon there's nothing but a trash bag left of class of 95



Loco_olavo - One, Two, Tree Floor
(O. Haagen/S.Tønnesen/S.Fagerlid)

I love my drink
well, especially when already wasted
stops me from thinking that I should probably do something else
I don't know what
but I do know I’m not better elsewhere
I’ve wasted too much time on sobering up, now liquor me down

a wooden floor
few crates of beer
some simple gauze
is all I need
I’ll drink enough
put down my guard
and when I fall I’m gonna hit it hard

don't expect me to say it's because I’ve got problems
I’ve got some
but there's more to me, and it likes drinking
alcohol, all statistics tell us of its dangers
and tragedies, let others worry, it don't bother me

some solid wood
a jug of rum
clean bandages
and I’m having fun
I’ll drink enough
put down my guard
and when I fall I’m gonna hit it hard

don't get me wrong, it's not like i don't care
for me drinking and most activities easily pair
so come on, sing an Irish song
and get a whiskey bottle on
and hit the floor
I know I’m gonna hit that bastard hard
I might as well come thoroughly prepared

cuts and bruises, my body to destroy
I’d make a handsome anti-moralistic poster boy
why pretend I am European
when I can drink like I’m Norwegian
hit the floor
I know I’m gonna hit that bastard hard
I might as well come thoroughly prepared


Losby Arbeiderforening - Balladen om Johanna og Johan
(S. Fagerlid/S. Tønnesen)

1. Skrøntne Per Johan ble på underes vis formann
På første skift av to før saga sto i brann
De fleste kara talte vondt om Per Johan
Formann var en ensom kalv og dette er hans sang

Ref.
Så hør min venn, la lykken smile i mot dem
Som har funnet den, den falmer fort, og den smiler ei igjen
Her er til den som / ei temmer kvinnen i sitt hjem
Hvis jeg glemmer er hun like fin
Helvetes forgård er bakgården min

2. Det sies det går med han lik lyten tek affær
Og den høsten fikk Johan en sekretær
Hun var spinkelgjort av tæring, just som han
Johanna var den ene som skulle gjøre Johan til mann

3. Hymens lenker ble så smidd i januar
Johan visst å sette pris på det man har
En kvinne stygg som få, men pen for ham
Ja, Johan var en lykkens mann
En lykkens mann blant menn

Pre 1.
Og snart var det viden kjend
At Johanna var blant dem
Som tok beilere til sitt bryst utenfor sitt hjem

Ref.
Så hør min venn, la lykken smile i mot dem
Som har funnet den, den brenner fort og levner sot igjen
En skål til dem som / ei temmer kvinnen i sitt hjem
Her jeg leger meg med terpentin
Hvis jeg glemmer er hun like fin
Helvetes forgård er bakgården min

4.
Den siste som får vite er en skjøges mann
De fleste tviler til det siste, og Johan
Hun var hans pust, hans grunn, hans liv, nå knapt et navn
Et nyskapt hjem skulle bli revet ned som i en brann

5.
Konfrontasjonen kom sent en het julidag
Hennes entre ble møtt av husbonds lette slag
”Jeg har gitt deg alt, nå krever jeg et svar”
Det hadde sluttet der hvis ei for hva Johanna sa

Pre 2.
Hun sa: ”Han får meg til å stønn
Og han har lovt meg en sønn.”
Og så fikk sirissangen selskap av en kvinnes siste bønn

Ref.
Så hør min venn, la lykken smile i mot dem
Som har funnet den, den falmer fort, og den smiler ei igjen
Kjærligheten, bryt ned de sterkeste av menn
Hans mantra da han grov et høl ved bjørka i hagen
”Hunndjevelen / far att til Helvetet og brenn!”
Han skrek mens han den spinkle halsen gav en siste klem
En skål til dem som ei temmer kvinnen i sitt hjem
Ved alteret sa hun evig din
Nå, jeg leger meg med terpentin
Hvis jeg glemmer er hun like fin
Helvetes forgård er bakgården min