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The (International) Noise Conspiracy
Plays The Reproduction Of Death And More E.P.
"The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think that someone could save you
The men at the factory are old & cunning
You don't owe nothing so boy get running
It's the best years of your life they want to steal"
- THE CLASH: Working for the clampdown -
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone
Reproduction of death drags us all along
Close your eyes, pretend that nothing's wrong
Won't you forget about me, yeah!
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone
Stomp your feet, nod your head and we all move on
Close your eyes, pretend, yeah!
Hey! Won't you sell me (like)
Cheap bubble-gum, I'm going out of my head
Hey! Won't you sell me (like)
Cheap bubble-gum, I'm going out
Hey! Won't you sell me (like)
Cheap bubble-gum, I'm going out of my head
Hey! Won't you sell -- me
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone
Reproduction of death forces us all in line
An installment plan on a suicide
Won't you forget about me, yeah!
Hey! Won't you sell me (like)
Cheap bubble-gum, I'm going out of my head
Hey! Won't you sell me (like)
Cheap bubble-gum, I'm going out
Hey! Won't you sell me (like)
Cheap bubble-gum, I'm going out of my head
Hey! Won't you sell -- me
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone -- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Lost all hope & dreams in this killing zone -- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone -- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Lets pretend that we all get along -- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone
Won't you forget about me
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone -- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Won't you forget about me when I'm gone, yeah! -- Yeah! Yeah!
Won't you forget about me -- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Won't you forget about me -- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Won't you forget about me -- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Won't you forget about me -- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Hey! Won't you sell -- me
"Revolted by the butchery of the 1914 World War, we in Zurich devoted ourselves to the arts. While the guns rumbled in the
distance, we sang, painted, made collages and wrote poems with all our might. We were seeking an art based on fundamentals,
to cure the madness of the age, and a new order of things that would restore the balance between heaven and hell. We had a
dim premonition that power-mad gansters would one day use art itself as a way of deadening men's mind."
- HANS ARP: Dadaland -
A secret underground, transmission
Upon the trails, so please won’t you listen
And everybody said what are we doing here
Subverted sound right into your ear
A testimonial, a sin from kissing
You don’t know just what you are missing
A later story told almost everywhere
Provide a normal side that you don’t want to hear
We don’t want them, we don’t want them to know
We don’t want them, we don’t want them to know
We don’t want them
It would be a secret, come on I told you so
We don’t want them, we don’t want them to know
We don’t want them, we don’t want them to know
We don’t want them
It would be a secret, come on I told you so
A secret underground, stealth mission
A ton of ??? bomb sorry transmission
And everybody said what are we doing here
Subvert the obvious right into your sphere
We don’t want them, we don’t want them to know
We don’t want them, we don’t want them to know
We don’t want them
It would be a secret, come on I told you so
We don’t want them, we don’t want them to know
We don’t want them, we don’t want them to know
We don’t want them
It would be a secret, come on I told you so
We don’t want them, we don’t want them to know, we don’t want them, we don’t want them to know, know
We don’t want them, we don’t want them to know, we don’t want them, we don’t want them to know, know, know
"In the present crisis of values, everyone ends up turning towards the culture which dared to forge right ahead and, by a
Theatrical masterstroke, turn those values into reality, towards that society which, thanks to the geographical and mental
break effected by emigration, allowed itself to imagine it could create an ideal world from nothing."
- JEAN BAUDRILLARD: America -
Heard them talking about a place where we could go
The fever caught until I told you so
We're just packing up the bags, off we go
Cos this is ??? for everyone
And it’s got rule for everyone
It swallow's hole everyone
Heard them talking about a place where we could go
A perfect setting were we’ll make reality explode
A dimension that itself will be beyond control
Cause there’s ??? for everyone
baptized for everyone, everyone
Save me won’t you please, save me from this
Hyper-reality, but there’s nowhere more real than here
Save me won’t you please, save me from this
Hyper-reality, but there’s nowhere more real than here
Heard them talking about a place where we could go
This represents nothing but leaves, so we're told
And it keeps coming, keeps coming back for more
Heard them talking about a place where we could go
Straight into simulacra overload
Just a heart beat away from the final
Won’t you please, please save me
Won’t you please, please save me
Save me won’t you please, save me from this
Hyper-reality, but there’s nowhere more real than here
Save me won’t you please, save me from this
Hyper-reality, but there’s nowhere more real than here
Save me won’t you please, save me won’t you please, save me
Save me won’t you please, save me won’t you please, save me
But there’s nowhere more real than here
The (International) Noise Conspiracy.
Inge Johansson.
Dennis Lyxzén.
Ludwig Dahlberg.
Sara Almgren.
Lars Strömberg.
Carl Olsson -- piano on Simulacra Overload.
Recorded & mixed by Pelle Gunnerfeldt.
Produced & mixed by Jari Haapalainen.
Mastered at Pelle's Studio by Jari Haapalainen & Fredrik Holmstedt.
Layout and artwork by Hugo Sundkvist.