The Prowlers - "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow ... "

The Prowlers, "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow ... " CD (2000) MadButcher Records.

TONIGHT, TONIGHT

Tonight, tonight
Getting ready for a fight
We'll meet the boys
We'll be shouting Oi!
We'll drink our beer
We'll feel no fear

(Estribillo)

Skins and Punks
Let's get drunk
All night long we'll sing along

Standing proud
Beer in our hand
We are loud
The pub is our land
We'll smash your rave
We'll put you in your grave

(Estribillo)

Skins and Punks
Let's get drunk
All night long we'll sing this song

Tonight, tonight
Getting ready for a fight
We'll meet the boys
We'll be shouting Oi!
We'll have no fear
Drink our beer

(Estribillo)

WE COME OUT FIRST

On the streets you think we're scum
In your heart you think we're bums
We work hard, we have our fun
Fuck with us and you are done

(Estribillo)

In your eyes we are the worst
We're Working Class - We come out first

Back at home you live a lie
You hate yourself, you don't know why
You three piece suit won't get you buy
You drink alone, you wish you'd die

(Estribillo)

WE WON’T BACK DOWN

We're coming out of B.S.L. on Saturday night
Oh no, we won't back down
Jocks and preppies get out of our sight
Oh no, we won't back down
I'm in a violent mood and something just ain't right
Oh no, we won't back down
Someone's coming down and it ain't from our side
Oh no, we won't back down

(Estribillo)

The streets is where you don't belong
Get out of my face, back to mommy's home
You're out to prove yourself tonight
But you'll end up with broken bones - Oi!

There could be 20 of you and 10 of us
Oh no, we won't back down
Daddy's rich kids want to make a fuss
Oh no, we won't back down
We got nothing to lose but the shine of our boots
Oh no, we won't back down
Cause Hooligan violence is in our roots
Oh no, we won't back down

(Estribillo)

We're coming out of B.S.L. on Saturday night
Oh no, we won't back down
Jocks and preppies get out of our sight
Oh no, we won't back down
I'm in a violent mood and something just ain't right
Oh no, we won't back down
Someone's coming down and it ain't from our side
Oh no, we won't back down

There could be 20 of you and 10 of us
Oh no, we won't back down
Daddy's rich kids want to make a fuss
Oh no, we won't back down
We got nothing to lose but the shine of our boots
Oh no, we won't back down
Cause Hooligan violence is in our roots
Oh no, we won't back down

(Estribillo)

Lalalala ... Oi! Oi! Oi!
Lalalala ...

WE’RE TAKING BACK THE PUBS

We're banned from every pub and bar
We got nowhere to go
It's time that we all take a stand
And let everybody know

We're gonna take control of this town
Never let you put us down
We will never let them win
No way, okay!

(Estribillo)

We're taking back the pubs
We'll never let them win
And if we see them on the streets
You know we'll do them in

The city belongs to us
We want to take it back
And we're not scared, we're prepared
For your pointless attacks

We'll take control of this town
Never let you put us down
We will never let them win
No way, okay!

(Estribillo)

... Oi! Oi! Oi!

The city belongs to us
We want to take it back - take it back!
And we're not scared, we're prepared
For your pointless attacks

... For your pointless attacks

JOE HAWKINS (*The Oppressed cover)

See him walking down the street
Doctor Martens on his feet
Levi jeans, ben sherman shirt
Fuck with him and you'll get hurt

He's a skinhead and he don't care
Marten boots and short cropped hair
He's a skinhead and he don't care about you

Walking down on the brighton pier
Long haired hippies filled with fear
Crunch of bone as boots go in
Joe's so proud to be a skin

Prison couldn't change his ways
Skinhead's back he's here to stay
So if you think you've got the suss
Be a skinhead be like us

He's the king, king of the skins
Whats his name? Joe Hawkins

LOST CAUSE

You used to be a friend of mine
Now you haven't got the time
You're too afraid to walk the streets
Good friends you had so close and near
Now you live your life in fear
You crossed a line you shouldn't have crossed

(Estribillo)

It's easy but baby don't you see
You gotta stop blaming society
Look into your heart and see
Is that the way you really want to be
Don't want to hate no more
You got to wonder what you're fighting for

You burned your bridges way too fast
Your two timing ain't gonna last
You need to stand on your own feet
Your precious pride is falsified
You've been taken for a ride
It's all a bunch of fucking lies

(Estribillo)

Look into your heart and see
Is that the way you really want to be
Don't want to hate no more
You got to wonder what you're fighting for

IN MEMORIES

Walk on soldier, we will never forget you ...

Back in the days there was no choice
A war of wills united with a voice
They gave life to kids and wife
He was a soldier, soldier, soldier - Oi!

(Estribillo)

Remembrance day was made for them
You showing respect, that's what we expect

They didn't know why they went to fight
But they did it with pride
They gave heart for a stupid war
He was a soldier, soldier, soldier - Oi!

(Estribillo)

Back in the days there was no choice
A war of wills united with a voice
They gave life to kids and wife
He was a soldier, soldier, soldier - Oi!

(Estribillo)

EASY TARGET

Here come the cops, let's get outta here ...

Young punks hanging on the streets
- Easy target, he's a target
Coppers see them on the beat
- Easy target, he's a target

(Estribillo)

Kids on the streets won't have a chance
They're just trying to survive
Those pigs like to smash their hopes
- Easy target, he's a target - Oi!

You get off with your authority
- Easy target, he's a target
Watch your back, don't fuck with me
- Easy target, he's a target

Down at the station no-one sees
Locked away from society
Fists and bats you'll soon understand
- Easy target, he's a target

Young punks haning on the streets
- Easy target, he's a target
Coppers see them on the beat
- Easy target, he's a target

(Estribillo)

SMASH THEM UP

In this city all I see
Is brain dead hippies on the street
... They're on the street (x2)
Telling me how to be
Those posers we love to beat
... We love to beat (x2)

(Estribillo)
Smash them up
Don't give a fuck
We can't wait to beat you up - Oh yeah!

Your ugly face just makes me sick
You play the poor when you know you're rich
... You know you're rich (x2)
Don't ask me for a cent
Cause your welfare check is already spent
... Already spent (x2)

(Estribillo)

... What you gonna do?!

NEW BREED

I used to get pissed
With all those new breed Skins
But with an after look
I know what this scene needs
Certainly not hippie skankers,
But more and more kids from the streets

(Estribillo)
Ooh, ooh - The new breed Skins
Ooh, ooh - Come and grab a beer
Ooh, ooh - The new breed Skins
Ooh, ooh - Come, walk on with us

Everyone goes through this
Why don't we give a chance
To all those Working Class kids
That are proud of what they are
Just come and put on your boots,
Come with us, join the parade

(Estribillo)

I used to get pissed
With all those new breed Skins
But with an after look
I know what this scene needs
Certainly not hippie skankers,
But more and more kids from the streets

(Estribillo)

... Ooh, ooh - The new breed Skins
... Ooh, ooh - Come and grab a beer

HARD TIMES

Hard times have come and hard times have gone
But we survived and that's what made us strong
We wouldn't want to live any other way

Society says we shouldn't be
But what's society done for me
Try to kick us down but we come back again

We are the future, we're the past
We're sons and daughters of the Working Class
Don't need no money to feel like we belong

... So, Skinheads remember

(Estribillo)

We are the ones you love to hate
The ones you wish that would be dead
Try to kick us down but we come back again

We are the Skins from this city
Brothers and sisters of the streets
Don't need no money to feel like we belong

... So, Skinheads remember

(Estribillo)

... It's the life of the Skins
... No matter where you've been
... Black or white
... Now's the time

(Estribillo)

Society says we shouldn't be
But what's society done for me
Try to kick us down but we come back again

We are the Skins from this city
Brothers and sisters of the streets
Don't need no money to feel like we belong

DRUNKEN SKINHEAD

(*Drunken Sailor, tradicional see song cover)

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Hetairoi/Paris Violence "Indoctum Iuga Ferre"

Hetairoi/Paris Violence "Indoctum Iuga Ferre", 12", (2006) True Force Records/Hetairoi Records.

HETAIROI


ABRIENDO UN CAMINO

Pisando un sendero solitario al despertar,
Esquivar los cuchillos que te lanzan por detrás,
Enfrentado a un destino, sintiéndote un lobo herido
Destrozando viejos mitos, si soñar está prohibido

Fue la primera canción, una antigua añoranza,
Es la última canción, un grito de esperanza.

Vamos abriendo un camino, que nos lleve a algún lado,
Vamos abriendo camino, al ver todo desolado.
Un camino vamos abriendo,
Al ver todo desolado.

Las oscuras nubes henchidas de llanto van
Lágrimas derraman, creando estela al caminar,
Borrando las huellas de los años al pasar,
Rompamos esquemas, y no miremos atrás.

Un camino vamos abriendo.
Un camino, nuestro propio camino.



ESTIGIA

Izamos nuestras velas un nublado mes de Abril
En un cerrar de ojos estábamos allí, con las parkas frente a frente
El desastre era inminente
Cruel destino imposible de huir.

Duras vidas sumergidas en la proa que se hunde,
A los cuatro vientos la agonía se difunde,
Mensajes al olvido, de cuerpos ya inertes,
Desde que nacimos avocados a la muerte.

Abandonados en la Estigia
Una venganza que nunca hallará final
Abandonados en la Estigia
Vagando sin rumbo por toda la eternidad

Prisioneros del destino dura carga a soportar
Que desgasta y con el tiempo llega a desequilibrar,
Lejos quedó el Elisio sin ver el horizonte,
Designios de los dioses rechazados por Caronte

Abandonados… Mensejes al olvido,
Abandonados… De cuerpos ya inertes

Abandonados… Desde que nacimos,
Abandonados… Avocados a la muerte.



ULTIMA PARADA

La cadena que se ha roto solo queda mi eslabón
Me encuentro sólo en este mar de desazón,
No se la hora, ni el día ni el lugar,
Ya se agota la cordura y es hora de actuar.

Los cuerpos fríos de mis viejos camaradas
Me sirven de parapeto, trágica esta barricada.
Callado como un cadáver, acechando en la emboscada,
Esperando en la estación, será mi última parada.

Espérame, que volveré, juro que a tu lado permaneceré.
Espérame, regresaré, juro que algún día contigo me reuniré.

Observando el horizonte, veo el sol caer,
No sé si mañana llegaré al amanecer
La sangre y la tinta se mezclan en el papel,
Va cediendo la tormenta, y en la lucha no hay cuartel

Ya se agota la cordura y es hora de actuar
Esperando en la estación será mi última parada
Va cediendo la tormenta y en la lucha no hay cuartel
Esperando en la estación será mi última parada.




PARIS VIOLENCE


L’INFERNAL SYMPHONIE

Tu te réveilles seul parmi les draps froissés
Le corps ankylosé des plaisirs de la veille
Pensant comme toujours dans ton demi-sommeil
C’est si vrai : post coitum animal triste

Sata mène la danse
De l’humaine misère
Rit de nos défailances
Comme de nos prières

Rien ne ressemble plus au sexe que le sexe
Il est si machinal, l’instict qui nous excite
Le plaisir es mesquin, le désir hypocrite
On rêve d’absolu et on jette un kleenex

Et pourtat on dirait qu’ils sont heureux, les autres
Dans la sempiternelle fange où ils s vautrent
On dirait qu’ils sont fiers d’être l’atome infime
D’un glacial univers immerse et anonyme


Pourquoi parler d’amour quand il n’y a que la fesse
Luxure mécanique aux émos frelatés
Onb se croit presque un dieu à l’instant où l’on n’est
Qu’un vulgaire animal perpétuant l’espèce


QUI M’AIME ME SUIVE

Marib rejeté par les flots
Ou bien capitaine au long cours
Chacun de nous est un héros
Ou un débris selon les jours
Assumer ses propres fiblesses
Comme sa force, c’est pareil
Tant qu’on les transcende sasn cesse
Pur s’élever jusqu’au soleil

Je suis ce que je suis
Qu’importe votre avis
Quoi qu’il arrive
Qui m’aime me suive !

Je suis lourd, égoiste et vain
En un mot un vrai être humain
Mais ce qui est gravé dans mon coeur
Je sais mourir pour son honneur
Qu’importe d’être un demi-dieu
Si on l’est du fond de son pieu
La foi est toujours une erreur
Mais la vide encor plus trompeur

La léthargie des beaux espoirs
Ou l’energie du désespoir
D’après toi laquelle des deux
Te fait sincère et courageux
Mais qu’importe ce à quoi tu crois
Du moment que cette croyance
Est avant tout croyance en toi

CENDRES ET POUSSIÈRE

Des poussières d’instants dans le vide éternel
Faut-il toujours brûlers ce qu’on a adoré
Au bords de quels lagons au fond de quels archipels
Nos bateaux ivres morts iront-ils dériver
Tout près de la noyade, battu par l’ouragan
Et pourtant chaque fois malgré tout échouant
Sur de nouveaux rivages et de vieux continents
Portés par la marée, purifiés par le vent

(Estribillo)

Triste vacarme
Le roulis incessant de nos mortes pensées
Un océan de larmes
Nos Waterloo futurs, nos Austerlitz passés

Une croix à porter, de la pousière à mordre
Des déserts où hurler, des calvaires où prier
Les index sur les tempes on veut mettre de l’ordre
Et oublier le goût des vieilles voluptés
Quelques lieux échangistes sans grand-chose en échange
Quelques lieux solitaires pour fuir la tendresse
Regretter sa vertu, faire saigner les anges
Et pour mater son cul rajouter une pièce

Tout retour es pénible mais certains plus que d’autres
On n’est pas tous les jours un Richard Coeur de Lion
Du haut des tours de garde on recompte les nôtres
C’est toujours plus rapide que de compter les moutons
Et encore la poussière sur nos moments heureux
Le souvenir d’un corps, la lumière d’automne
At la poussière encore, et le deuil douloureux
D’un sourire apaisé, d’un regard de Madone

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Split Post Mortem/Von Dänikens "Camino de Perdición"

Split Post Mortem/Von Dänikens "Camino de Perdición", EP (2009), Galiza em Punk/ Joe Pecsi Records. 

VON DÄNIKENS

WARRIORS

Sesenta mil macarras de las bandas más odiadas

Han acordado conquistar, unidos, la gran manzana

Enfundados con orgullo en sus trajes de batalla

Sólo veinte mil maderos no podrán contra su rabia

Pero el mierdoso de Luther, de los Rogues, lo ha estropeado

Le ha pegado un tiro a Cyrus y a los Warriors ha culpado.

Ellos no se rinden – Warriors

Luchan por sus vidas – Warriors

Doblan las esquinas – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

Bates y patadas – Warriors

Navajas y emboscadas – Warriors

Destino Coney Island – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

Cierto es que sus chalecos marrones son muy horteros

Pero los punks dan más pena con sus petos de granjero

Por no hablar de sus patines y uniformes avisperos

Parece que el guionista esnifaba pegamento

Ni los Oi! Boys de los Turnbull, ni los cutres de los Orphans

Ni las bolleras de Lisies, mancharán su honor y gloria

Ellos no se rinden – Warriors

Luchan por sus vidas – Warriors

Doblan las esquinas – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

Bates y patadas – Warriors

Navajas y emboscadas – Warriors

Destino Coney Island – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

(Solo)

Ellos no se rinden – Warriors

Luchan por sus vidas – Warriors

Doblan las esquinas – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

Bates y patadas – Warriors

Navajas y emboscadas – Warriors

Destino Coney Island – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

Warriors – Warriors – Warriors

Warriooooors – Warrioooors – Warrioooors – Warriors!!!

NOMAD BOOZERS

Isolated in this scary dull shithole

We have reinvented nomadism for our own purpose

In a new urban mode

Searching the dreamt home

Looking for new horizonts

... To conquer

Armed with backpacks full of cool punk cd’s

Instead of sheep flocks or the basic necessities

Rock’n’Roll is our food

Our old beloved barrooms

Are now demolised

...So What! Coz’

We’re nomad boozers

Emigrants

In our own city

Like sewer rats

As the tuaregs or the mongols

We’re always moving away

From one dirty pub

To another one

We’re nomad boozers

Itinerants

In our own shelters

Like nocturnal bats

As the ancient irish travellers

We’re always moving away

From one filthy pub

To another one

(Solo)

We’re banned from dozens of trendy bars

For bullying hippy wankers all the time

Rejected, expelled, in their bad books

But fuck’em all, burn‘em all.

POST MORTEM

SEN RASTRO

O M-16

Sorte unha bala

Rapaces do Mosad

Controlaron os teus pasos

A tua pista foi cegando

Como dobres de chacal

¡Non van deixar nen rastro!

Un pensamento xurdiu no vento

Un cheiro a rata no teu naris

Mochila ombreiro, fuxida mestra

¡Non vas deixar ne rastro!

Os chicos do KGB

Teñem povos simulados

A simpatica veciña

Precisión na súa tirada

(Estribillo)

Patosos con CNI

Pagan rondas no bar do barrio

Co cableado da CIA

Novas escoitas na túa cociña

(Estribillo)

JACK

Esta es una noche para hacer el mal

Coge tus herramientas y disponte a matar

La luna brilla llena en lo alto del cielo

Ilumina el camino hacia el próximo muerto

Mátalos, mátalos Jack

Mátalos, nunca entenderán tu realidad

Joven de familia desestructurada

Su mamá bebía y su papá le pegaba

Odio irracional, justicia divina

Buscaba la fe en la sangre de sus víctimas

(Estribillo)

Mucho tiempo libre y videojuegos sangrientos

Hicieron de Jack una bomba de tiempo

Todos se preguntan cómo pudo hacerlo

Un chico tan sano, sincero y apuesto

Mátalos, mátalos Jack.

Mátalos, todos estamos locos

 

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Perkele - Längtan. Lp 2009 Bandworm Records





LÄNGTAN


Visst älskar jag höstens gulmande blad
Men aldrig sa som sommaren i varan vackra stad
Vissit är det vackert med myfallen snö
Men ingentinggar upp emot att grilla vid en sjö


Chorus


Ja längtar till solen och sommaren
Da festen är igang till gryningen
Ja älskar den nordiska sommaren
Da allting vaknar upp igen, ja älskar den


Varen är här och ljusnar det igen
Men fan vad jag längtar och jag saknar sommaren
När sommarn är här är det drags att släpa loss
Sa öppna ölem det är dags för fest kom igen och sjung med oss


Ron:" Dedicated to the summer and the party that goes on until the sunrise.
It tells about all the great things with every seasons but still
summer the best!
It was written a very cold and dark period in Febraury"


IRWIN

Sinun laulun kuulin eka kertaa pienenä poikana
Olin isän kanssa Soumessa matkalla
Heti iski jotakin minun sydämeen
Ja vielä tänä päivänä tunnen sen


Chorus


Irwin Goodman olet aina mun sankari
Sinun lauluilla on aina paikka sydämessäni
Irwin Goodman olet aina mun sankari
Aina paikka sydämessäni


Matka jatkoi Suomen teillä ja sinua kuuneltiin
Ja sinun kanssa molemmat lauletiin
Kun ei rahat riitä, Sant pauli ja reperbahn
Lauju jaktoi läpi kauniin maan


Vuodet kuluu nopeaa ja ollan vanhempi
Mutta olet vielä sydämessäni


Ron: " This is a song In Finnish and it is dedicated to one of my favourite

singers Irwin Goodman 1943-1991.

My father always played this, in that time, povocative songs

about a working man´s life. It touched my heart from the first time".



STARKARE

Later du drom sparka och later du dom sla
Later du dom vinna vad blir det av dig da
Du master reagera du maste sta emot
Du maste bekämpa varende idiot

Chorus

Starkare
Lära dig att ge tillbaka
Starkare än dom

En jävla massa sparkar en jävla massa slag
En jävla massa ilska varenda jävla dag
Du har latit dig förnedras och blivit spottad pa
Du har latit dig skändas hur langt ska dom fa ga

Ron:" Some words about getting better
self confidence, not letting people spit
on you and treat you like crap"

MUISTOT

sinun järve rannat ja metsät mahtavat
Ikuisesti ovat minulle rakkaat
Isä ja äti kerran sinulle minut toi
Vielä kuulen miten kantelen kielet soi

Chorus

Mää tulen aina muistamaan
Mää tulen aina tuntemaan
Mää tulen aina muistamaan
Sinun kaunista maisemaa

Haitarin äänen kuulen ja saunan löylyb saan
Ja koivujen tuojsun tuleen aina tuntemaan
Oi kaunis lippu sininen ja vakoinen
Sinä jäit minun sydämeen

Chorus

Mää tulen aina muistamaan
Mää tulen aina tuntemaan
Mää tulen aina muistamaan
Sinun kaunista maisemaa

Chorus

Mää tulen aina muistamaan
Mää tulen aina tuntemaan
Mää tulen aina muistamaan
Sinistä ja valkoista

Ron: " This song is dedicated to my mother(R.I.P),
my father and my roots. It´s about my beautiful
memories from my childhood with my family in Finland. I love you!"


NI KAN ALDRIG VINNA

Det ena och det andra har jag hört i mina dar
Otroliga historier och sagor utan sans
Alltig för att skada och förstöra det vi har
Gör vad ni vill kommer alltid finnas kvar

Chorus

Vad ni än säger och vadni än gör
Hur ni än försöker sa har ni inget val
Sa kan ni aldrig vinn över mig

Vet du ingenting sa kan du alltid hitta pa
Har du inget liv sa kan du latsas att du har
Du vill skada varat rykte men det kommer aldrig ga
Du kan aldrig vinna och det maste du första

Ron: " Say what you want, do what you want,
you can´t win. All rumours and gossip
through all these years, can´t believe it´s true!
Ha ha! We have been laughing a lot, thanks!"

RENTUN RUUSU

Saat multa horsman, se rentun ruusu(x2) on
Sen poimin tuolta maantieojasta
Saat multa horsman, se rentun ruusu(x2)on
Kun juoppolalli tuli pojasta

Olen viikon ollut tiettömällä tiellä
Rapakosta krapulassa heräsin
Eivät ruusut kuki, eikä tuoksu siellä
Yhden horsman mukaan keräsin
Sinne maantieojaan viimein taju sammui
Niinkuin sika röhkin kuravedessä
Sittisontiainen pörräs, lehmä ammui
Paluu arkeen oli edessä

Tämä horsmankukka on kuin antajansa :
Rikkaruoho elon yrttitarhassa
Voiko muuta tuoda renttu reissultansa
Hortoiltuaan kauan harhassa
Tämän lahjan annan silti sydämestä
Niinkuin anteekspyynnön katumuksenkin
Pian se kuihtuu, ei se maljakossa kestä
Niin käy joka lupauksenkin

Ron: " A cover of Irwin Goodman, one of my altime favourites.
This one has been with me since I was a little kid."

SENT EN LÖRDAG KVÄLL

Vi satt en kväll och pratade
Greven, Plast och jag.
Vi grundade med groggen
Och hade det ganska bra

Vi hade blivit gamla
Nästan hundra år.
Vi satt som vi alltid hade gjort
Och följde gamla spår.

Vi talade om Sverige
Som är landet där vi bor.
Där alla har det bra
Och där ingen blir för stor.

Men varje fredagkväll
Tjuter varulven i sta'n.
Han springer längs trottoaren
Och vädrar ut sitt hat.

Greven lutar sig tillbaks
Och tänder en cigarett.
Han försöker få nå't sagt
Men det är inte så lätt.

För han ser så onda bilder
I en öken utan slut.
Där ingen är tillsammans
Och hjälps åt att hitta ut.

"De kloka låser dörren"
Säger Greven för sig själv."
De kloka låser dörren
Och barnen skriker på hjälp."

Och varje sjuttifemma
Som en män'ska dricker ur,
I en dröm om en bättre värld
Som dom sedan pissar ut.

Nu blir Greven lätt extatisk
å han står i sin fåtölj.
Han spiller grogg åt alla håll
Men är ännu inte nöjd.

Det är ju vad vi alla vill
Som super tills vi dör!
Att bygga nå't tillsammans
Som ingen djävel förstör!

Sen säckar Greven helt ihop
Nu är han allt för full..
Han somnar som ett litet barn
Mitt i sin fåtölj.

Men vi andra sitter vakna
Och tänker på hans dröm.
Den svävar som en stjärna
Mitt i vårt vardagsrum.

Ja, den svävar som en stjärna
Mitt i vårt vardagsrum...

Ron: "A cover of the Swedish band Nationalteatern,
a band that has ment a lot of people in Gothenburg,
Sweeden and Perkele.
Since the day we started the band they gave us inspiration,
Jonsson learned to play drums to Nationaltearn
and was one of the reasons that made him want to begin playing drums."

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