Tekstforfatter: Jacob Krogvold
Komponist: Ole Petter Andreassen
Throwing rocks at everyone I meet. Flinging shit at every name.
Respected pillars of society, I will sing … Sing them up in flames.
I give you all that is nasty in a dose or a portion. Wrapped up in a
blanket of drums and distortion. Keep it hidden away they say, well I
don’t know how many times they told me. But I firmly believe now,
there ain’t no structure can hold me, it can’t hold me.
If I could express my love I would put it in a song. But eloquent
profanity comes rolling off my tongue. See me rolling. See me hating.
As I graze the hills of a festival site. As I stumble these streets in
the city at night. I’ve been told what to see, I know where to go,
Animal Collective, Orinoco flow. Orinoco flow.
So I stagger to my feet, feeling unwell. The knocking on my door
is like a hammer to my bell, I will sing you up in flames, I will
hum you straight to hell.
Well I got your invitation. No, I will not go. Drainpipe policies,
hairstyle strategies, Animal Collective, Orinoco flow, my
fabricated accusations taken out of the blue, every syllable is
venom and they all ring true, so tonight, thank God it’s them
instead of you.
If I could express my love I would put it in a song, but eloquent
profanity comes rolling off my tongue. See me rolling. Feel me hating
All that is nasty in a dose or a portion wrapped up in a blanket of
drums and distortion.
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