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The (International) Noise Conspiracy

Capitalism Stole My Virginity E.P.


Capitalism Stole My Virginity

"We are not in the least afraid of ruins. We are going to inherit the earth. The bourgoisie may blast and ruin their world before they leave the stage of history. But we carry a new world here in our hearts."
- BONAVENTURA DURRUTI -


Nowhere's untouched by the shame
Who said we could get by on our childhood games
Days of innocence are all long gone
Avoid the shock honey and try to live on

Woke up all paralysed
All dreams corrupted in front of our eyes
On every forehead of every little whore
There is a sign that says: Baby don't come back no more

Distasteful ugly and cheap
That is how you make me feel, I said
Capitalism stole my virginity

Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity

Robbed out of our bleeding hearts
Smashed our illusions, tore them all apart
Now unsentimental, unafraid
To destroy this culture that we hate

So tired of being nothing
When we should be everything
And on every forehead of every little whore
There is a sign that says: Baby we are all born to die

Distasteful ugly and cheap
That is how you make me feel, I said
Capitalism stole my virginity

Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole, yeah!

We are all sluts, cheap products in someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products in someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products in someone else's notebook
We are all sluts, cheap products in someone else's notebook

Distasteful ugly and cheap
That is how you make me feel, I said
Capitalism stole my virginity

Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity, oh, oh!

Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity, oh, yeah!

Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole
Capitalism stole my virginity, oh, oh!


Society of the spectacles: Guy Debord
King Mob echo: Tom Vague
BAD: the autobiography of James Carr


Ever Felt Cheated?

"Outside the patient millions who put them into power expect all little more back for the taxe.
Like school books, beds in hospitals and peace in our bloody time. All they get is old men grinding axes"

- BILLY BRAGG -

"Capitalism robs you and makes a wage slave of you. The law upholds and protects that robbery. The government fools you into believing that you are independent and free. In this way you are fooled and duped everyday of your life."
- ALEXANDER BERKMAN -


All hope just died
Dwindled down and currupted with time
Promises and excuses made
Didn't feed our hunger, didn't make us feel saved
We ended up all alone
As dead prisoners in our cheap comfort zone
The doors locked and the windows shut
Another day feeling tired and fucked up

Felt cheated? Felt cheated? Felt cheated?
Ever...
Felt cheated? Felt cheated? Felt cheated?
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Spending days just wishing for
Something that will offer us a little more
Punch the clock and what then
Sell ourselves to dollars and yen
Always later, another time,
Reward will come and we'll all feel fine
Work & pray, yeah, live on hay
You'll get pie in the sky when you die

Felt cheated? Felt cheated? Felt cheated?
Ever...
Felt cheated? Felt cheated? Felt cheated?
Yeah!
Felt cheated? Felt cheated? Felt cheated?
Ever...
Felt cheated? Felt cheated? Felt cheated?


A people's history of the United States: Howard Zinn
Amerika: Franz Kafka
Animal farm: George Orwell


United By Haircuts

"The virtues of the poor may be readily admitted and are much to be regretted. We are often told that the poor are grateful for charity. Some of them are, no doubt, but the best amongst the poor are never grateful. They are ungrateful, discontented, disobedient, and rebellious. They are quite right to be so. Charity they feel to be a ridiculously inadequate mode of partial restitution, of sentimental dole, usually accompanied by some impertinent attempt on the part of the sentimentalist to tyrannize over their private lives. Why should they be grateful for the crumbs that fall from the rich man's table? They should be seated at the board, and are beginning to know it."
- OSCAR WILDE -


United by music & haircuts
And brand new army of suits that got sawn up
To fit the smiles of the do-gooders parade
But it is not our nation state that needs to be saved
A glamorous posturing of old design
So join the safety crusade and we all feel fine
Yeah, you have been noble but bullshit is all I see
Uniting people around nationality

Hey, what does this mean we're building
Bigger walls around you and me, and I said:
Hey, who's really been saved by the
(Small liberals, churchgoes) United artists crusade

Hey, what does this mean we're building
Bigger walls around you and me, and I said:
Hey, who's really been saved by the
(Small liberals, churchgoes) United artists crusade

United by features of excess
Passing out crumbs at their convenience
The upper-class are laughing at us yet
Since you keep missing the target
A soothing tone of a whole lot of nothing
Entertainment aid to try to prove something
The power that produces poverty
Still remain intact for you and me

Hey, what does this mean we're building
Bigger walls around you and me, and I said:
Hey, who's really been saved by the
(Small liberals, churchgoes) United artists crusade

Hey, what does this mean we're building
Bigger walls around you and me, and I said:
Hey, who's really been saved by the
(Small liberals, churchgoes) United artists crusade

Hey, what does this mean we're building
Bigger walls around you and me, and I said:
Hey, who's really been saved by the
(Small liberals, churchgoes) United artists crusade

Hey, what does this mean we're building
Bigger walls around you and me, and I said:
Hey, who's really been saved by the
(Small liberals, churchgoes) United artists crusade


On the genealogy of morals: Friedrich Nietzsche
The communist manifesto: Karl Marx & Friedrich Engels
The soul of a man under socialism: Oscar Wilde


The (International) Noise Conspiracy.
Inge Johansson -- bass & vocals.
Dennis Lyxzén -- vocals & tambourine.
Ludwig Dahlberg -- drums.
Sara Almgren -- guitar, organ & tambourine.
Lars Strömberg -- guitar & vocals

Percussion by Johan Gustavsson.
Horn arrangments by Björn Yttling.
Saxophone on Ever Felt Cheated? by Jonas Kullhammar & Markus Olsson.
Saxophone solo Ever Felt Cheated? by Jonas Kullhammar.

Recorded at the Gröndahl studio May/June 2001.
Layout and artwork by Hugo Sundkvist.

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