ROYALE CHEFREN [2012]
ROYALE CHEFREN [2012]
I. HIROSHIMA BOMBING (03.13 min)
II. DISEASE OF THE SEAS (01.43 min)
III. YOUTH (05.18 min)
IV. MUSKETÖRER (03.17 min)
"Royale Chefren" är JZS+Kamrats andra inspelning.
Producerad av Anton Alvin och JZS+Kamrat.
Inspelad av Anton Alvin på Café MIC, Vänersborg - november 2011.
JZS: Gitarr, sång, kör och bas.
Kamrat: Slagverk.
Alvin: Kör, gitarr och synt.
JZS+Kamrat består av Julius Z. Strömberg och Anton Olsson.
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2011
ROYALE CHEFREN [2012]
ROYALE CHEFREN [2012]
I. HIROSHIMA BOMBING (03.13 min)
II. DISEASE OF THE SEAS (01.43 min)
III. YOUTH (05.18 min)
IV. MUSKETÖRER (03.17 min)
"Royale Chefren" är JZS+Kamrats andra inspelning.
Producerad av Anton Alvin och JZS+Kamrat.
Inspelad av Anton Alvin på Café MIC, Vänersborg - november 2011.
JZS: Gitarr, sång, kör och bas.
Kamrat: Slagverk.
Alvin: Kör, gitarr och synt.
JZS+Kamrat består av Julius Z. Strömberg och Anton Olsson.
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2011
JZS+Kamrat: "Hiroshima Bombing"
Hiroshima Bombing
JZS+Kamrat
Royale Chefren [2012]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
Many years ago we started fighting
Didn't we know then what we know now
Oh, we're still dumb
We conquered each others for the land of our mothers
Bonaparte, Cortez and Churchill; it wasn't their will
We still kill
Hiroshima bombing to night, Nagasaki tomorrow
The innocent japs lay dead on floor
and the allies will win this second world war
Today we have weapons and guns
Not as cold as it were for the huns
The Muslims called it "jihad"
as they were slaughtered in the desert mud
Now we're dead as Dillinger and cannot afford the girl
That suffered and gave her soul
for her house blown to big black hole
They fought for their religion too
but we fight for nothing, nothing
Many years ago we started fighting
Didn't we know then what we know now
Oh, we're still dumb
We conquered each others for the land of our mothers
Bonaparte, Cortez and Churchill; it wasn't their will
We still kill
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2012
JZS+Kamrat
Royale Chefren [2012]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
Many years ago we started fighting
Didn't we know then what we know now
Oh, we're still dumb
We conquered each others for the land of our mothers
Bonaparte, Cortez and Churchill; it wasn't their will
We still kill
Hiroshima bombing to night, Nagasaki tomorrow
The innocent japs lay dead on floor
and the allies will win this second world war
Today we have weapons and guns
Not as cold as it were for the huns
The Muslims called it "jihad"
as they were slaughtered in the desert mud
Now we're dead as Dillinger and cannot afford the girl
That suffered and gave her soul
for her house blown to big black hole
They fought for their religion too
but we fight for nothing, nothing
Many years ago we started fighting
Didn't we know then what we know now
Oh, we're still dumb
We conquered each others for the land of our mothers
Bonaparte, Cortez and Churchill; it wasn't their will
We still kill
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2012
JZS+Kamrat: "Disease Of The Seas"
Disease Of The Seas
JZS+Kamrat
Royale Chefren [2012]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
Throw the anchor into
The seas of disease
Disease of the seas
That's the right shore, are you sure?
Greedy gulls will eat you in
The seas of disease
Disease of the seas
They say "less is more"
We use compass to assure
Hoist and open up you're door
'Cause this is the right shore
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2012
JZS+Kamrat
Royale Chefren [2012]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
Throw the anchor into
The seas of disease
Disease of the seas
That's the right shore, are you sure?
Greedy gulls will eat you in
The seas of disease
Disease of the seas
They say "less is more"
We use compass to assure
Hoist and open up you're door
'Cause this is the right shore
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2012
JZS+Kamrat: "Youth"
Youth
JZS+Kamrat
Royale Chefren [2012]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
Driving around in a car but I don't get that far
Driving around in a car and listening to this jar
You are so true; that's my observation
You're not that blue; maybe in fascination
But who are you; you're my imagination
I know I can't find you; 'cause the earth expansion
Shiva is here, made from reincarnation
The seed will grow from devotion
The grain will blow; a great explosion
We want the seed to grow
We know the grain will blow
All for this utopia
Snowing this day; my frustration
Yesterday gone away; it's all confusion
Three months goes fast; that's amazing
Riots and floods in this civilization
No jobs nor cash for my generation
Talking red and blue; you're a contradiction
We want the seed to grow
We know the grain will blow
We're all the same; oh, kallocain
We are the knight; oh, farenheit
We want the seed to grow
We know the grain will blow
We want the seed to grow
We know the grain will blow
All for this, all for this
All for this utopia
Biking around on a bike; it's a hike of psyche
Biking around on a bike; the route is what I like
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2012
JZS+Kamrat
Royale Chefren [2012]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
Driving around in a car but I don't get that far
Driving around in a car and listening to this jar
You are so true; that's my observation
You're not that blue; maybe in fascination
But who are you; you're my imagination
I know I can't find you; 'cause the earth expansion
Shiva is here, made from reincarnation
The seed will grow from devotion
The grain will blow; a great explosion
We want the seed to grow
We know the grain will blow
All for this utopia
Snowing this day; my frustration
Yesterday gone away; it's all confusion
Three months goes fast; that's amazing
Riots and floods in this civilization
No jobs nor cash for my generation
Talking red and blue; you're a contradiction
We want the seed to grow
We know the grain will blow
We're all the same; oh, kallocain
We are the knight; oh, farenheit
We want the seed to grow
We know the grain will blow
We want the seed to grow
We know the grain will blow
All for this, all for this
All for this utopia
Biking around on a bike; it's a hike of psyche
Biking around on a bike; the route is what I like
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2012
JZS+Kamrat: "Musketörer"
Musketörer
JZS+Kamrat
Royale Chefren [2012]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
Vi satt runt ett bord; pistage, soya, saft och grov snus
I ett hus, framfart med grus, det går ett sus, genom deras rus
Vi hör inga körer
Vi är musketörer
Vi ser inga kulörer
För vi är musketörer
"Kör du mig hem?"
Vi var några få och vi gick hem; vi var några få och vi gick hem
Vi var bara två och jag mardrömde sen; "att bli kvar på fabriken"
Hellre springa på vägen eller stå på scenen; lämnad av framtiden
Vi hör inga körer
Vi är musketörer
Vi ser inga kulörer
Vi är musketörer
Du åker iväg
Vi är i hans rum och han spelar trumma
Jag slår med mina tummar och sliter våra sömmar
Vi hör bara körer
Vi hör bara körer
Vi är musketörer
Det lyser av kulörer
Vi är musketörer
Vi är musketörer
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2012
JZS+Kamrat
Royale Chefren [2012]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
Vi satt runt ett bord; pistage, soya, saft och grov snus
I ett hus, framfart med grus, det går ett sus, genom deras rus
Vi hör inga körer
Vi är musketörer
Vi ser inga kulörer
För vi är musketörer
"Kör du mig hem?"
Vi var några få och vi gick hem; vi var några få och vi gick hem
Vi var bara två och jag mardrömde sen; "att bli kvar på fabriken"
Hellre springa på vägen eller stå på scenen; lämnad av framtiden
Vi hör inga körer
Vi är musketörer
Vi ser inga kulörer
Vi är musketörer
Du åker iväg
Vi är i hans rum och han spelar trumma
Jag slår med mina tummar och sliter våra sömmar
Vi hör bara körer
Vi hör bara körer
Vi är musketörer
Det lyser av kulörer
Vi är musketörer
Vi är musketörer
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2012
MR. PRESENTWRITER [2011]
MR. PRESENTWRITER [2011]
I. MR. PRESENTWRITER (07.05 min)
II. POST ULTIMA (02.53 min)
"Mr. Presentwriter" är JZS+Kamrats första inspelning.
Producerad av Anton Alvin och JZS+Kamrat.
Inspelad av Anton Alvin på Vänerparken Studios, Vänersborg - mars 2011.
JZS: Gitarrer, röster, körer.
Kamrat: Slagverk.
Alvin: Körer, synthar.
JZS+Kamrat består av Julius Z. Strömberg och Anton Olsson.
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2011
JZS+Kamrat: "Mr. Presentwriter"
Mr. Presentwriter
JZS+Kamrat
Mr. Presentwriter [2011]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
We're in vein, you're too plain
We're ain't in rainbows; unhappy again
I've found a way; they found a way
We found a way to find the way
Mr. Presentwriter, you should get to know; you're imperfect.
I've talked the good ol' wise Professor Tempus
He's always there when you ask about pas(t)time.
We're dots on a world map, dots from the sky
We're lightning spots being watched
We're fictions viewed from God
We're history frames in an undone book
Well, that's for us; something new or something we knew
We talk about weather, we talk about sports
We're in the courts judged for homicide
Commiting suicide and genocide
We think we're illuminate, but we love hate
(for Allah's sake)
We vaccinate, but we're too late
We're filthy like a hick and we are sick
We need the cure, we're the flue
We flue this world , we infect our own Earth
Our fingers are made of dead skin cells
Dust, insanity; a broken purgatory with non-alarming bells
Broken nails with lambency and ruffled features
From reality to christianity by immunity.
In this box; pondering about legacy
"The thinking man-kind" is deputy.
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2011
JZS+Kamrat
Mr. Presentwriter [2011]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
We're in vein, you're too plain
We're ain't in rainbows; unhappy again
I've found a way; they found a way
We found a way to find the way
Mr. Presentwriter, you should get to know; you're imperfect.
I've talked the good ol' wise Professor Tempus
He's always there when you ask about pas(t)time.
We're dots on a world map, dots from the sky
We're lightning spots being watched
We're fictions viewed from God
We're history frames in an undone book
Well, that's for us; something new or something we knew
We talk about weather, we talk about sports
We're in the courts judged for homicide
Commiting suicide and genocide
We think we're illuminate, but we love hate
(for Allah's sake)
We vaccinate, but we're too late
We're filthy like a hick and we are sick
We need the cure, we're the flue
We flue this world , we infect our own Earth
Our fingers are made of dead skin cells
Dust, insanity; a broken purgatory with non-alarming bells
Broken nails with lambency and ruffled features
From reality to christianity by immunity.
In this box; pondering about legacy
"The thinking man-kind" is deputy.
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2011
JZS+Kamrat: "Post Ultima"
Post Ultima (Radium Heart)
JZS+Kamrat
Mr. Presentwriter [2011]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
We're going up for Hell
We're reaching low for today
See it all through x-ray
I'm looking for my brother
He's getting no further
We're standing here forever
I've got a radium heart
Five thousand years to meltdown
You can see right through me
I am all false
We're all false
We're all falling down
We're going mortal
We're not vital
We're going post ultima
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2011
JZS+Kamrat
Mr. Presentwriter [2011]
Text och Musik: Julius Z. Strömberg
We're going up for Hell
We're reaching low for today
See it all through x-ray
I'm looking for my brother
He's getting no further
We're standing here forever
I've got a radium heart
Five thousand years to meltdown
You can see right through me
I am all false
We're all false
We're all falling down
We're going mortal
We're not vital
We're going post ultima
(C) JZS+Kamrat 2011
