The Orange Orangutan's Revenge

by a truth called nothing

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”Let's dispel, once and for all, with this fiction that Barack Obama doesn't know what he's doing. He knows exactly what he's doing. He is trying to change this country.” Just when you remember the Jerry Springer shows You're introduced to fruit sallad metaphors Now when 10% believe to have lost out to the black mexican gay muslim atheist terrorist This generic glorified liefest This embarrasing Mussolini routine Didn't these authoritarian dreams, Turn to ashes on Voßstraße 6? ”I can state unequivocally, he will be the healthiest individual ever elected to the presidency.” The rise of the lack of nuance The perils of the simple Extrapolate the apocalypse from mundane disagreements Magnifying every comment to bibilical dimensions This generic glorified liefest This embarrasing Mussolini routine Didn't these authoritarian nightmares, Turn to ashes on Voßstraße 6? ”Ben Carson defends himself against allegations that he never attempted to murder a child.” SOLO ”There is no substantive-due-process right to stimulate one’s genitals for non-medical purposes unrelated to procreation or outside of an interpersonal relationship.” This generic glorified liefest This embarrasing Mussolini routine Didn't these authoritarian dreams, Turn to ashes on Voßstraße 6? The cynical salesmen of bigotry At this Nürnberg rally of idiocy Witness the amazing anti-miracle of the Orange Orangutang's Revenge ”And everyone gotta understand, when there's more trade, there's more commerce.”
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I'm coming up For a short while Aaaah-aaah-aaah etc.
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I've never felt this way in myself Like I'm in control I need to step outside of myself To rock 'n roll Playing my guitar In a room without a light Put myself to the test And in the end, it feels all right But I can be so blind Need to pretend I'm someone else To be me But I might lose track of whatever it is I want to be When you're confined in your preconcieved ideas Your own identity May construct your enemies But I can be so difficult The stage is set for the bold to take By force of by hand As I force my hand To make the weak understand I'm not gonna play my guitar anymore I've been trying to stop The guitar is a luxury I cannot afford I'm not ready to rock And I didn't play my guitar for about seven years Directing machine From a podium in my mind Whilst collecting the names And smashing the chimes When you're confined in your preconcieved ideas Your own identity May convince you to be sincere And do it one more time
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Dippy smile on your face Well, I gave you a mystery The lux of the tedium Let's not borrow trouble A grand old time A sundress, radiant and clear On European front steps Someone to make you fall I used to see the world in fragments And so this is my tale Transient as fire And enraged at life
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As you can see the light of a star Dead since millions of years You hauled out the money for her death Can you keep it together after realizing? As your interest grew The ink of her doom was drying You were a black hole to begin with A hole of nothing - A hole of shit On a broken boulevard - The dreams end I will - Never apologize, never explain. When you see that star A decade to remember, a decade to forget The star that you wish for Is the same dream you'll regret You were a black hole to begin with A hole of nothing - A hole of shit On a broken boulevard - The dreams end I will - Never apologize, never explain. Whatever you did or didn't do It never endured the weight of the halo The halo you will never get to preserve When the light of your dream is severed You were a black hole to begin with A hole of nothing - A hole of shit On a broken boulevard - The dreams end I will - Never apologize, never explain. You were a black hole to begin with A whole lotta nothing - A sack of shit On a broken boulevard - The dreams end I will - Never apologize, never explain.

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an EP by a truth called nothing and DJ Bo Blaze

Want to know more?? atruthcallednothing.wordpress.com/2016/07/21/the-orange-orangutans-revenge-2016/

(1) written by blaze/lundgren/sobranie
produced by blaze

(2) and (4) written by lundgren/sobranie
remixed by blaze

(3) written by lundgren
remixed by blaze

(5) written and produced by blaze/sobranie/lundgren
with martin ekelund: backing vocals and rythm guitar

all songs mixed and mastered by bo blaze

cover by wilhelm westerman

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released July 21, 2016

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a truth called nothing Stockholm, Sweden

The European atheist art-rock band, a truth called nothing, is made up of contrasts: they combine hi-i with lo-fi, death with joy. They have been active since the new millenium began, collaborating heavily with the european movement to legalize assisted suicide, as well as emerging at the forefront of the online phenomenon "Borgarkrossarna" ("The Bourgeois Breakers"). ... more

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