The liquid that floating right thru our veins. It is now pure and real gas. We will sniff that gas for a special price that our brain will pay.. The living dead of repeerbahn, nothing will ever be tha same. The fourbeat king have been defeated by an unknown source. Gas is the answer to everything!
The little boy who once visited the enormous house filled with qute little girls. With his tale between his legs he suddenly discovered a bright shiny star.The boy who loooks like an angel discovered the shop, filled with rubbersheets. He was possesed by the oils and the flavors. A smile raised thru the boys face as he realised the truth behind the dildoshop.
Mr. Steam, an unknown figure, that we all know. A mythical shadow that rise above. The man who offered so much for so little. The hero! We all missing him. when we meet him again, the success will be enormous. True heroes never dies.
Angels on the opposite side? Never forgotten, never mentioned. The existence of the true workers, the one who bleeds. Every night.
-Do you like to work in this building?
The panorama that shows everything. The sparkling and leatherfilled stars, that leading us to the apocalypse. The shiny, warming and friendly light. The four wise, the ones that leads us to the enforcer. The red focus of the german soil. The Cobra did not supplied us with the bolivian gold. This was the point when we realized that we are being used by the tools of the devil and his evil forces.
Ms. Cavalera, we´ll never forgotten you, the work that you´ve done for us, the strenght aaaah... You will never be forgotten! Surrounded by the unclean, we now serve our time into the neverending trenches.
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The engineers who danced to the rythm of masshysteria and slavery. The guilty ones and those who force them selves to sell their bodys. This is not a problem, its the total solution.
The song is now beaten in to their heads, like a hammer who caress the nail. Lovesongs for the retarded have never, ever been so sweet... I know and you know theres love in the air, and what an air it is! When I´ve walked the streets of the blind, and when I make love to the lost ones. Then the world is a perfect world to taste. We have been tasting the oblivion and the onion.
We have ben licking the final frontier for a thousand of years. Theres just one left and now the mighty E-bay awaits. For those about to rock. Eat it and spit it out with a smile, we´re never gonna leave... Its a new world order! Robert Smith is a failure and now he´s gonna be the doctor who will examine the remains. Clay for the ruins.
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 Guest-speaker Inge Ansvar, Stockholm 2007 before and after.
First of all, big fuck off to all you Swedes, we really believed that you would do the following this time! Talk is cheap, drugs is less! From now on we consider you as emo-nazis!
So, for the forthcoming Nordic power-tour in January 2008 we made a new piece of hate for you, it’s called: "Lack of support, see you in the punkrock court!". But fuck the Scandi´s, here we are in the real world! The filthy rag called rocking and rolling is purifying every mile of asphalt as we know. And we know the bomps and where to turn, feel the rubber of afterburn!
First week on we got harassed by some local Polish wannabe-coppers, you know the style; no condom, - just straight up the pope! Management by Luxury sorted this one out fine! (We are talking Internazional Gangster Management here, not some Big Mouth piece of fish).
Germany was at its best as always, but some shitepromoter forgot that we are a BAND! We don’t forget, or hesitate; We are the band you should love to hate.
So of to the warm waffles with the Nether-lads were we turned the piccolo-bus of rock fortune into a shivering fist of sacrifice, and thanks to u all! Specially The Great Escape and Mr DJ at Speed fest. Then me, myself, my friends, what we are and what we do, found out that we lost a pick of a special tune! So therefore here is a contest for all of you out there, facing the Accident monster hitting your vein and embarrassing your fake girlfriend’s pain. Get us back to the origin of pure hate and we will deliver it straight back to you with the hammer known as The Big Bang of The Accidents!
From now on I will put in some secret spells in the second song of every set list, be shure to read my lips, when the D is for the Devil and the rest is there between!
We won’t forget what we already have!
Inge Ansvar
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 Viva la France...
The surgeons have arrived. No one will survive. The remains of Mr. Zambusec will from now on be snorted every saturday to celebrate his last stand. Cheese and onions, Goebbels and escargot...
There are also some unofficial rumours about the twins. Will they appear and if they do, will they gladly face the execution squad? The infamous vodka superstar, is he just a hoax? No one knows and no one will. Lé Vacuum, Lé Tank and the mysterious Lé Jennings along with Lé Omega will bring the future to an end!
 Viva la France, part 2
The search for the secret submarines have been successful. There´s several signs that tell us that we´re in the right direction. Also the wineyards we so darely dreamed of, is now at our hands. Could this be what the whole existence is about? An onion for a kingdom? Mr. Tchekl refuse to answer, but theres no problem. We got the arms and the strenght to unveil everything, soon, Even the stupid fool Mr. Tchekl himself, will realise that there is no way out. We have also found the connection for the Bolivians. Excitement will await at the end!
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Holland, the new adventure...
Asking for drugs in Holland should probably not cause you any problem. But make sure that you do not talk with the wrong asshole. Assholes are famous for there smell and smelling is not that fun.
 My own ass for an example is right now as we speak a tragic but a nice smelling collection of sweat, dirt and other severe body fluids. This is the reality when you are on tour. The urge to sell people on Ebay is also a side effect when you start touring. Infact we´ve lost several friends this way.
The lack of female companion is another interesting phenomen. I can not exactly point out when this start to happen, but sometime and somewhere when you least expect it. Your cock, is starting to have conversations with you... strange, very strange...
Even the most unattractive person, becomes the most important and the biggest erotic fantasy you´ll ever dream or dare to dream of!!!
This is the point when you become a repulsive onanist and constantly looking for a chance to touch your penis. RockNroll is not equal to this self abusive behavior, absolutely not.
Back to the drugs.
Drugs are not funny in any way, they´re totally unfunny infact. But they do really funny things to people that use them. So, to keep your cock quite you´ll have to constantly drink beer or use strong medications... Its not a rockNroll thing, its just a way to kep the cock to shut the fuck up. Simple.
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 I nådens år, 2007 i den alltmer förtappade Preussiska myllan.
Doften av herr Arnes berömda penningar och de alltmer avancerade floskler vi genom århundraden så tragiskt tvingats att vada genom, har nu slutligen fått fäste. Den fulländade utlösaren, överjagets libido. Allt detta skärpte våra sinnen och fyllde oss med förtröstan och en till synes storartad kompromisslöshet. En taktik där den en gång så klassiska vinnaren slutligen reducerats. Där regler för framgång numera enbart förödar, förintar och där skadeglädjen upphöjts till statussymbol. Helt enkelt, den brända jordens taktik i själslig form...
Trots detta och tack vare denna förtappade men alltjämt med gott mod, färdades vi nu, visserligen blinda, men med det för evigt oslagbara arvet efter den slutgiltige... Redefine the terms of rockNroll.
Frammarschen.
Genom likgiltighetens berusande vanmakt betraktade vi nu kartritarens uppenbarligen så skändligt och förljugna världsbild. Denna despot som nu enbart fyllde oss med känslan av en illa dold lögn. En lögn som deformerar allt som korsar dess väg. Maskineriet vältrar sig mot en illa dold slagsida, kartan utvisa den
Allt detta utfört med en likviderande precision. Rytmen av mekaniskt utförda samlagsrörelser. Maskinella strukturer utformade likt gigantiska pålverk vars enda primära syfte är att bringa fattningen på fall. Kombinationen av Baltisk psykofarmaka samt en brutalare form av den klassiska konstbevattningen. Överväg och konstatera. Samlag med byhoran.
Havet och befruktaren, föraktaren och nolltaxeraren. Denna hunsade och övergivne dildo-svarvare, han som utlovade frälsning från det förlovade landet. Lyckligt leende med ett intet ont anande, illa dolt sinnelag. Han som slutligen piskades till underkastelse av sitt eget skuldtyngda kött. Kollapsens ryttare, personifierad, intill sin död...
Rödby - Puttgarden.Svart eller vitt? Europé eller negroid? Att köpslå och pantsätta, att mentalt, kroppsligen och slutligen på molekylär nivå, saluföra sexuella tjänster. Slutligen tvingas vi att se den sanna dekonstrueringen. När upphandlingen av förslitningsmaterial till sexhjälpmedelsindustrin hotar att förgöra alla kända kommunikationssystem. slutligen inleds den totala vilseledningen, kommande generationer kommer obönhörligen att bringas på fall. Total kemisk och elektrolytisk rening med hänvisning till kontraspionaget.
Mordbrand och granatchock. Att med den djupaste av förnekelse och förneka men ändå förskjuta all fruktan Med dessa apokalyptiska besvärjelser fuktade vi nu våra strupar, allmedan den korslagda röken betvingade sin skapares ofattbara livslögner. När drogen slog till mot mitt sargade nervsystem uppfylldes hela mitt inre av total upplysning. Svaret, jag har äntligen fått svaret!
Med vetskapen om att detta korståg, omöjligen skulle komma att ses med blida ögon. Beslutade vi trots allt att det vi nu företagit oss, aldrig skulle kunna göras vars enda mål, det enda syftet med en dylik resa.
Det mytomspunna Lübeck, staden som genom århundradets gång flerfaldigt förnedrats av våra, som kruppståhl, hårda karoliner. (Må de Vila i frid).
Att få uppleva hur de vågformade transparanta vävnadsresterna plågat pressar sig mot tillvarons allra sista groteskt avgrundsdjupa sköten. Bepansrade drömmar om en mer alkoholinriktad regeringsförklaring. Utposten, katamaranen, förlösningen... Att pliktskyldigt falla offer för sin egen havererade mytbildning, bör också ses som en förskönande faktor.
För att travestera en en viss Dr. Vacuum, sanningen är aldrig närmare än ditt sista skälvande andetag...Rock n roll is king!!!
När verkligheten slutligen och definivt, visar sitt simplaste och enfaldigaste ansikte leder detta obönhörligen till slutet för denna fantastiska situation som vi lärt känna och älska... Turnéliv...
Varmkorv, på gott samvete, genom kulturlivet som berikar den sista jävla utposten... Helvete vad vi letar cigarretter... Som en åskvigg genom en stjärnklar natt penetreras allt heligt och vackert... Givetvis med den fulländade samt betryggande vetskapen om att de evigt skuldtyngda oförrättade gärningar, vi alla ålagts att utföra, enbart kan ses som ett förlopp där resultatet har upphört att existera i någon som helst form.
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