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Refused
The New Noise Theology E.P.
Can I scream? Yeah!
We lack the motion
To move to the new beat
We lack the motion
To move to the new beat
It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it
Can afford the luxury of turning our heads - ...
Adjust that thousand dollars smile and behold the creation of man
Great words won't cover ugly actions - good frames won't save bad paintings
We lack the motion
To move to the new beat. Yeah!
We lack... motion
When the day is over - Hey! - the doors are locked on us
Money buys the access - and we can't pay the cost
Now can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice?
We need new noise - new art for the real people
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not leading
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not...
Leading
We dance - all the wrong songs
We enjoy - all the wrong moves
We dance - all the wrong songs
We dance - all the wrong songs
We enjoy - all the wrong moves
We dance - all the wrong songs
Here we go!
We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not leading. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat! The new beat!
Thank you.
So you want to go out with me
Watch me get on my knees and bleed?
I stole this scrapbook from you
Doesn't matter cos you stole it to
Sugarcoated kisses from my lips
Gives the exitement of a stolen bliss
To create, to love & fight
To create, to love & fight
To create, to love & fight
We won't sleep at all tonight
So you wanna watch me scream,
Dance with me and watch me bleed?
Steal the sound and love it too
Then baby I'll howl for you
Confused & exhausted with a healthy fix
Let's drink some potion and get it over with
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Bring their idols down
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Kick their idols down
They're screaming about the rock'n'roll
I would say that it's getting old.
Belongs to the museum
It's rotten soul been sold
Explosive &crude
Out of line and out of tune
Somehow knowing that
We'll get the message through
Hang on as the rebirth of cool takes place
You'll know the time, we'll set the pace
So you want to go out with me
Watch me get on my knees and bleed?
I stole this scrapbook from you
Doesn't matter cos you stole it to
Sugarcoated kisses from my lips
Gives the exitement of a stolen bliss
To create, to love & fight
We won't sleep at all tonight
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Bring their idols down
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Kill their idols
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Brake their idols down
Shake it around, shake it around, shake it around
Move across town
Kick their idols down
Scrap the extras - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Cut out the spareparts - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Keep our eyes wide open
Fuck the idol - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Reject the star - Star, star, star
Let's feed ourselves some - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Destruction
Convention blackmails - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Creativity - Yeah! Yeah!
This lack of challange - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Kills me, kills me, kills me, kills me
Scrap the extras - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Cut out the spareparts
Fuck the idol, idol - Let's keep our eyes wide open
Reject the star
The rhymes of revolution
Poetry written in gasoline
The rhymes of revolution
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Manipulate the obvious
Cowards bought by traditionalist manners
Scream at the herd that are heard the most
Without substance and with useless... banners
Banners, banners, banners
Your art, your art, is worth, is worth nothing
Like a city with no meaning
Like a city, with no meaning, with no meaning
Your creation holds, holds no hope
The rhymes of revolution
Yeah! Yeah!
The rhymes of revolution
Poetry written in gasoline
Poetry written in gasoline
Poetry written in gasoline
Ah! Yeah!
You had a witness over there
The new noise theology is a resistant force of violence and seduction. Since the spectacle of the modern ways of production are killing the true creativity we would like to bring about a new beat that we can scream along to, disguised in the guise of popular culture. Within the sphere of capitalist alienation every aspect of our lives is controlled and manipulated and we need to use the powers invested in us to bring about the total destruction of the industry that supports us with uncreative and lame sounds. Scraped from the walls of Rue de Asas, the unknown poet could have designed the impeccable essay of linguistic anarchy and we need within the musical medium to redesign the thoughts and ways supplied to us by the perverted music industry. Turning the focus from the producer/consumer relationship into communication and dialectics, we need to challenge and to become more than nostalgia items. We need to obey our own laws and desires, those of revolution and those of change and unpredictability. We need to apply the new noise into our everyday lives to make it a truly inspiring force.
Refused.
Dennis.
David.
Jon.
Kristofer.
Ulf.
Andreas.
New Noise & Blind Date recorded at Tonteknik 1997.
Poetry Written In Gasoline recorded at Second Home, Feb 1998.
Refused Are Fucking Dead was created and remixed at Bomba Je 1998.