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The Speedball Sessions Vol. 2

by Valdsamt Motstand

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PIG-PARADE The pigs are at the door This is no time for polite discussion The pigs are at our door There is no time, no time A slouching army of privliged misfits Overfed pigs waving banners and squeling Every word in the language of traitors Frothing at their mouths, knives in their hooves Pig-parade! (You've opened the stie to the) Pig-parade! The pigs are at the door This is no time for polite discussion The pigs are at our door There is no time for our kind A slouching army of privliged misfits Overfed pigs waving banners and squeling Every word in the language of traitors Frothing at their mouths, knives in their hooves Pig-parade! (You've opened the stie to the) Pig-parade! Round 'em up Drive them out Round 'em up Drive them out It's perfectly kosher to slaugther this sow A slouching army of privliged misfits Overfed pigs waving banners and squeling Every word in the language of traitors Frothing at their mouths, knives in their hooves Pig-parade! (You've opened the stie to the) Pig-parade! Liberals opened the door to the pig-parade!
2.
JIHAD EYES Your smile is an open wound Your eyes launch holy wars Your laughter is wormwood, stars and planets Every word is a threat Every glance: a promise Your smile is an open wound Your eyes launch holy wars You are shelter and safety from the storm (you are the storm) Jihad Eyes Wormwood smile You are the storm that breaks all hearts
3.
THE GREAT EQUALIZER On every gallows hill as well as on abandoned factory lines In the hearts of children At the end of every road The Great Equalizer A lack of purpose or anything to say really As the lines start to fade And the center ceases to hold The Great Equalizer Why would there be meaning in death when there sure as shit ain't none to people in life You did nothing to deserve this or maybe you did Well, it hardly matters now, anyway The end The end How titanically Meaningless
4.
I AM NOTHING Nothing is out to get you I could hurt you all and get away with it Exact shining retribution for years of slight You all have names, and homes, and habits All of you have something to lose – not I Nothing is out to get you I could wound you all and get away with it And for a brief, shining moment, force you to be me You all have illusions of peace that Nothing is going to harm you You can't harm me, I've got nothing You can't see me, I am no-one You can't find me, I am nowhere I am ghost I will kill you all and get away with it Vengeance for years of smirking smiles You all have dreams, loved ones and children Everyone has something to lose – not I not I not I not I not I not I not I not I not I not I not I
5.
KILL ME, I'M A LIBERAL Malcolm X was a standup guy (I'm sure glad he's dead) I own several records by Joe Hill (I keep a list of faggot reds) To Jesus we're all Judas To Prometheus, Zeus A true liberal shuns real heroes 'Cause we can't stand to see things change We should never forget Reverend King (I'm glad blacks still know their place) Mandela is a personal hero of mine (All commies should be fucking lynched) To Jesus we're all Judas To Prometheus, Zeus A true liberal shuns real heroes 'Cause we can't stand to see things change We sacrifice all heroes on the altar of permenance We sacrifice all heroes on the altar of permenance Judas, Quisling These men are my real heroes They are real heroes
6.
WATCH YOUR BACK There's a rumour going on in town There's a story that we're keeping down Backstabbing creature you thought were your friend You have to taste that cold steel again anda again Sharp teeth smiles, at least they pretend This is your last days, this is the end There's a hidden lie, there's a crack in the sealing Paranoid illusions, while we are dying screaming Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back, Sharpen your knife There's a murderer without a name We will always find someone to blame Backstabbing creature you thought were your friend You have to taste that cold steel again and again Sharp teeth smiles, at least they pretend This is your last days, this is the end There's a hidden lie, there's a crack in the sealing Paranoid illusions, while we are dying screaming Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back, Sharpen your knife Watch your back
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MOSES What is a man? A miserable pile of secrets At heart a monster A dead child But this world could be beautiful This world could be beautiful Smash every calf every false idol that separates us from what we are We could all be Moses We could be so much more We could We could What is a man? A collection of failures A bag of meat By demons driven But this world could be beautiful This world could be beautiful Kill every Buddha on your path that separates us from what we are We could all be Buddha We could be so much more We could We could We could be so much more If we could conquer ourselves We could be so much more We are the enemy Man is the enemy We are the enemy Man is the enemy We are the enemy Man is the enemy We are the enemy Man is the enemy Jihad
9.
I AM THE MARKET I am fire I live to consume I am the new God of both death and womb I am the market Feed me I am the market Feed me And I am the scythe I mow the weak down I am continual crisis and chaos unbound I am gluttony and starvation I am laissez faire and limitation I am the market Feed me I am the market Feed me And I am the scythe I mow the weak down I am continual crisis and chaos unbound I am gluttony and starvation I am laissez faire and limitation As I'm strangling you, you can't see my hands Aren't you glad? As I'm strangling you, you can't see my hands Aren't you glad?
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FUCK YOUR SCENE All dressed up Completely dressed down Being someone Being nothing Stay true to your scene Stay true to yourself Fuck your scene Image, coolness Hilarious posing Fullfilling yourself Drain the blood All dressed up Completely dressed down Being someone Being nothing Stay true to your scene Stay true to yourself Fuck your scene Fuck you
11.
DYING OF THE LIGHT And so my friend we're at the end 'cause everything must die or vanish in the darkness of the night. It's getting dark and I can't see your eyes anymore. But we can still fight the dying of the light.
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THE CHANGES/THE WORMS I want respite from all this ugliness So help me God I'm lost in this place where I don't belong And I just want to go home You've made you point There's no place for me here I can't stand the stings of arrows The changes/the worms What was the point in all of this? To prove my worth or lack thereof? Did you send me here just to see me fail? I just want to go home You've made your point There's no place for me here I can't stand the stings of arrows The changes/the worms I beg you Please, just let me come home.
13.
GAMLA GODA VÄRDERINGAR (Det finns saker man inte får säga i det här landet längre.) Gamla goda värderingar, som att slå sin fru och barn. Gamla goda värderingar! Gamla goda värderingar, som att kvinnan är en slav. Gamla goda värderingar! Reaktionär och rädd för världen, lider jag mer än Jesus på korset. Att jaga folk med järnrör är tydligen ofint nu. Sådant får man inte göra i det här landet längre. Gamla goda värderingar, som att slå sin fru och barn. Gamla goda värderingar! Gamla goda värderingar, som att kvinnan är en slav. Gamla goda värderingar! Jag längtar tillbaks, till den gamla goda tiden. Jag längtar tillbaks till istiden. Gamla goda värderingar, som att slå sin fru och barn. Gamla goda värderingar! Gamla goda värderingar, som att kvinnan är en slav. Gamla goda värderingar! Folkrörelsen för mental istid!
14.
ALLTING SVARTNAR Jag dör lite varje dag. Jag vet inte vem jag är. Och allt mänskligt liv är för mig obekant. Världen tynar bort. Beviset syns i fogarna. Och alla bekanta former, blir allt mer diffusa. Jag dör lite varje dag. Jag vet inte vem jag är. Och allt mänskligt liv är för mig obekant. Världen tynar bort. Beviset syns i fogarna. Och alla bekanta former blir allt mer diffusa. När allting svartnar.
15.
EX-PUNK Punken är inte död men den borde fan vara det. Jag är trött på alla fyllon i den här jävla scenen. Ex-punk eller x:ad punk. Ni ger mig inte mycket val. När spriten tar slut går alla från scenen. Och polskt fultjack är viktigare än d-takt. Ex-punk eller x:ad punk. Jag vill fanimig hoppa av. Dis-this, dis-that, disinterested. Häll ut spriten och kom in i matchen. Ex-punk eller x:ad punk. ”Kan ni spela Ondskans ansikte?” Ex-punk eller x:ad punk. Scenen är en vandrande reklampelare för straight edge.
16.
SNAKE PEOPLE There will be no burial for you in the lotus garden. You're a treacherous cur, and your body will be set upon by dogs. No heart, small mind. No guts, no spine. Snake! Snake! You were an oathbreaker. You attacked our foundations. And you had knives, for all our backs. You are snake-people. There will be no burial for you in the lotus garden. You're a treacherous cur, and your body will be set upon by dogs. There will be no burial for you in the lotus garden.

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Tracks 1-11 recorded at Speedball Studios 2016 and originally released on Våldsamt Motstånd - The Great Equalizer 2017-05-01.
Track 12 recorded att Speedball Studios 2014-11-28 - 30 and originally released 2015-09-27.
Tracks 13-16 recorded at Speedball Studios 2013 and originally released on Våldsamt Motstånd - EP 2014-08-15.

Martin Abraham - Lead vocals, samplings
Micke Larsson - Guitars, backing vocals, lead vocals on Dying of the Light
David Jansson - Bass, acoustic guitar, backing vocals, lead vocals on Watch Your Back and Fuck Your Scene
Emil Edman - Drums, percussions, backing vocals
Micke Jörstad - Drums on tracks 1-11
Rino Rotevatn - Hurdy Gurdy on Fuck Your Scene
Art work by Emil Edman.

Högre Tempo Records, HTR4

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released July 2, 2021

All music composed, arranged and performed by Våldsamt Motstånd.
All lyrics written by Våldsamt Motstånd.
Recorded, mixed and produced by Våldsamt Motstånd.
Remastered by Micke Larsson 2021.

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Valdsamt Motstand Karlstad, Sweden

Våldsamt Motstånd were formed in Karlstad, Sweden in february 2010. Våldsamt Motstånd has released three albums, two EP's, and several demos.

Martin Abraham - Lead Vocals, David "Devan" Jansson - Bass, Micke Larsson - Guitars, Emil Edman - Drums and artwork, Nils Rådström - Bass (on first demo). Fill in member: Micke Jörstad - Bass (live), Drums (studio)
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