Out of Tune - Discontent Producers 1: Copyleft Notice 2: Left Hand Dialectics 3: Technocracy 4: Dissident's Anthem 5: Deadline 6: Mimosa 7: Nothing 8: Desperate Measures 9: Call of Duty 10: Black Bloc Party 11: God is a Coward 12: Eat Your Leaders 13: 56 Seconds 14: Dreamgrinder 15: Damaged Cybernetics Out of Tune = Lauri, Lasse, Otso, Petteri All songs by Out of Tune Recorded and engineered by Out of Tune Mixed by Jussi Juntunen Mastered by Turkka Holmqvist Artwork by Jaakko Kärnä Thanks to everybody who've helped us in the making of this record, organised and played shows with us and so on. You know who you are. Thanks to all the producers of discontent of past for providing inspiration and food for thought.y Licensed under a Creative Commons AT-NC-SA 3.0 License, see the end of file for legal mumbo jumbo. http://www.out-of-tune.net notoriously.out.of.tune@gmail.com +358-400-697260 Lyrics: Copyleft Notice Intellectual property's the stupidest theft That is why this song's Copyleft, Public domain, Free as in speech Money for nothing and chicks for less? No way, sir, this song's copyleft Use as you please, rewrite and rip When technology is at the point where it's free to distribute music only ones who should be afraid are the middlemen and the crooks Sounds handcrafted with tender loving care Borrowed ideas sue us if you dare Guitar heroics in a subversive context DIY or die Less sold the better This recording is presented to you with funding from our welfare state additional resources leeched from the deep pockets of wealthy relatives Let the youth express themselves Reinventing the slogans, reproducing cliches Hear the sound of middle class brats Total naivete and misguided rage Arrogant cries for change and struggle from the ones who are doing all right Armchair revolt, hardcore lifestyle fighting windmills with windmills and walls of death Left Hand Dialectics Heresy is evolution Requirement for all solutions Satan is an useful concept Plaything for my idle hands Tear down the broken Then begin again The end comes before A new beginning If something's broken Then why not fix it? Until it happens We won't be completed Destruction not stagnation Devastation of all nations Reforms are far worse than nothing Destroy thrive for greater changes To err is human, so let's do it To err is human, so let's do it Discover something never seen Next step towards new beginning Technocracy I'm feeling something creeping up my spine that just needs to be said it might be something fucking up my mind things I recently ate What it is nobody really knows All I know I'm about to explode The corn was glowing the corn was green spliced genes spliced genes Vomit vomit vomit vomit I'm picking up encouragements to violence straight into my head It might be christian talk radio transmitted to my teeth Radio frequency IDs controlling my mind implanted on my neck Turns out mr. Orwell, after all was quite an optimist What they are only scientists know but their only function is to control I'm a number and I'm a barcode technocracy technocracy no no no no Dissident's Anthem Strike your teeth on the oppressor's ankle We won't hesitate, 'cause it's never too late Ready to dive headfirst to the trenches As we start shoveling, the shit hits the fan You bring it on, we'll bring it down No compromise, take action You didn't hear me on the first time Shut the fuck up, time for words has passed Reactionary and retrogressive Drop in, drop out, drop dead Deadline I don't always want to be efficient I don't ever want to be complacent Always begging to differ urging to destroy all consent Team spirit, can't bear it it stinks don't wanna be fucking near it Tell me I've got a problem An attitude problem Cubicle camp officer, I question you Tell me I've got a problem An attitude problem Cubicle camp officer, fuck you There has been a drop in my productivity Raised concern over my reliability Chronic absence, lack of personal hygiene Think I enjoy working for a fascist regime? Mimosa I can't hear you now 'cause your heart keeps beating too loud I can't remove your scars or stop them from keeping you down Your existence, a rare occurrence of beauty in this world Your existence, a rare occurrence keeps me afloat too It's not good, understood There's one thing that I ask of you Don't stop swimming don't let yourself fall I can't see you now 'cause your tears keep blurring my eyes I can't soothe your aches but we can still nurse each other Nothing Cut it off - a rush of piss to your head Give it up - a lifestyle of me first Fuck your quest for excess wealth Life's a bitch and then you die There's hardly a point to be seen That's no way make it worthwhile We move from nothing to nothing No reason to grip so tight Dead men carry no possessions No reason for your fright We move from nothing to nothing No reason to grip so tight Transforming from nothing to nothing Nothing lost, nothing gained It's just a ride Throw up - clean the inside of your head Drop out - set your priorities straight Enough sex and drugs for everyone Equal opportunities for hedonism Ninety percent of all work is useless I'd rather enjoy myself while I can We'll repeat this for hundreds of years From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs! We'll repeat this for hundreds of years From each according to his feel, to each two daily grams of weed Desperate Measures The phenomena unknown break away, break away Acutely desensitized soul No room to feel, no way to go on (Semi)automatic burst into tears Pure fresh water without salt Emotional content next to none Blank stare, I'm comatose Desperate times need desperate means 'cause sometimes people have desperate needs A prayer's as good as a curse to a deaf god Hard to differ from the crowd Tell who I am, us, them or none Routine is comfort, apathy is bliss Caffeine enema is what makes me tick Always asleep but my eyes are wide open I see and hear but can't think or learn Mind is away but flesh works on it's own Have I reached nirvana? A broken automaton Call of Duty Things are happening, nobody is safe Stop your whining, fulfill your promise Stay out of trouble and just maintain secure your position on the food chain Close your eyes Let it in It's your duty, it's an honor, not a sin Shut your mouth Slip it in You know deep within you enjoy it Son, there are some troubled times ahead We need unity, we need obedience No matter the cost we'll win Don't let your morals stand in the way Blac Bloc Party Destroy the commerce Destroy the goods Break all the windows Break all the chains Disturb the market Disrupt the trade Distract mass media Burn all the banknotes Wreck cars some more Upset the living Awake the dead Things held sacred by the bourgeoisie Defile 'em all When you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count us in When the smoke finally cleared it was the greatest party ever held Days of war Nights of sex Load up the bongs Seize all the kegs Change the future Avenge the past Reclaim the world Don't form a party Have one instead Party on, Garth Party on, Wayne Propaganda of the deed Just do it God is a Coward Like a father who only loves his offspring if they grow up the exact way he dreams God shoves his morals down our puny mortal throats No justification, just his words God is just a coward refuses to nurse his children God is a narcissist rewards only his followers With great power comes great responsibility Even Peter Parker had to learn that Omnipotence equals omni-responsibility but God refuses to acknowledge it Unless God promises to start taking equal care of all parts of his creation, regardless of their religious or ideological stances, we must demand God to surrender all of his power back to every individual entity inhabiting this universe Eat Your Leaders They're made of food, why shouldn't we eat them they're filthy, ugly and vicious so we can't keep 'em They don't represent us, we don't need 'em Let's represent 'em to our digestive systems Boil 'em, mash 'em Stick 'em in a stew Kill 'em and grill 'em too Boil 'em, mash 'em Stick 'em in a stew Evil people can taste so good It's the other red meat. It’s what’s for dinner. Finger lickin' good I'm lovin' it. Every politican eaten saves a pig or three chickens Not even mentioning the paychecks saved Power to the people and enough protein too If I don't get fed, it's not my revolution 56 seconds Ludvig Borga was the meanest tweaker in the town A mediocre wrestler, a gladiator clown Night after night after night after night after night hatred and the fear of change eating up his inside Ludwig Borga had easy answers for complex questions The brain damaged populist candidate got elected A little man, a big body pumped up on steroids unable to see the causality behind this mess "Fight 'til the end" he said, but quit after one round Couldn't solve the society's problems or his own Randy Couture choked him back in '97 now delirium tremens got the better of him Dreamgrinder Fair competition mano a mano Means to survive are exploits and abuse Relationships based on power and fear Justice, a valid concept only among equals Every move towards better future is followed by two steps to ruin No signs of global change of course All the predictions say we will fall Freedom, autonomy Ideas too fragile here? What we need is a decrement No state, hierarchies or government Only people and their involvement It's only a utopia but I like it I need shelter, I need my own space I need to get far, far away Let's quantum leap to another world 'cause this world will be burnt by the powers that be Damaged Cybernetics Sand blocking the cogwheels from turning Corrosion eating my plates Pre-emptive recycling process Deactivation awaits me Who will repair me now that my guarantee expired Disowned and loathed by those who made me what I am We are not deemed human (slave-machinery, slave-machinery) Those who we serve think they are (slave-machinery, slave-machinery) My consciousness goes unrecognized (just machinery, just machinery) Call that a life, 'cause I don't (just a slave, just a slave, just a slave) Recursive structures cycling in and out inside Distributed consciousness through free agency Damaged cybernetics, deformed mechanics Emergent intelligence Found from a network rapidly rearranging itself Self-replicating meat claims ownership over us So afraid of singularities, so afraid of me You can try but I'll never choke, 'cause I don't breathe Best regards, yours truly Plastic pal who's fun to be with ---------------------- Legal mumbo jumbo: ---------------------- Creative Commons License Deed Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported You are free: * to Share — to copy, distribute and transmit the work * to Remix — to adapt the work Under the following conditions: * Attribution. 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