The End Is Near

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Cuba Libre

Yo this is one of the remixes of Aldente Bm, straight from Hamburg!

Aldente Bmoll (Decalicious Remix)

Give me someone to blame

All work
And no play
Makes me a dull boy
I never wanted things to be this way

But I’m lost
Got no cause
A rebel with no movement
No matter how many bricks I toss

They say that when the day comes
We’re all the same
Well I don’t give a fuck what they say
Just give me someone to blame

I’m a slave
And a boss
I’m on fire when they chicken and I freeze when they show me the sauce

There’s no point
In being cruel
Give me some to die for now, just something randomly cool

Give me someone to blame

I can't get you off my mind

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Take me out of here

A party track about St Tropez, inspired by a russian folk song.

Lyrics:

I was at the pier
Cold and broke
Up came this man
Offered me a smoke

He said my friend
You're struggling through the day
Do you know how grand they live in St Tropez

He said I'll give you jewels
I'll make you rich
You'll just tell me what you know
About the Fritz

We'll go to St Tropez
Fuck yeah
Where the cops don't ask you questions
Whenever someone dies
And the whores are wrapped in diamonds
And the thieves wear thousand dollar ties

To sunny St Tropez 
Fuck yeah
Where the toilets are made of gold
They put champagne on your fries
And the whores are wrapped in diamonds
And the thieves wear thousand dollar ties

But I denounced him
To the Feds
I hoped they'd give me
Some money for his head

But the Feds took precautions
Arrested me as well
And sent me off to Cuba
To this Twenty five foot cell

Now there's only one thing
That gets me through the day
I know one day I'll make it
To sunny St Tropez

St Tropez

Aldente B-Moll

A Rich Woman

I work from eight to seven
Just to pay the bills I'm paying
But when you live like I've been living
You get none back

I wanna rock like fucking Jesus
I wanna build a yacht out of muffins
I know there's a way 
To be free

I've got to get a rich woman
Someone to pay my debts
I've got to get a real loaded woman
So I can buy myself success

Working hard won't make it
And gambling, oh I've tried that
And selling drugs will surely get me shot

I wanna erase poverty from the planet
I want a kid that's baptized Hamlet
I know there's a way
To be free

I've got to get a rich woman
Someone to pay my debts
I've got to get a real loaded woman
So I can buy myself success

A Rich Woman

I had this brother, he was thin and kind
But he couldn't accept the way, I lived my life

And I had this girlfriend, tall as hell
But she was as evil as the sharpest part, of grandpas knife

I saw his face, you know I swear I did
Like a motherfucking suicide christ superstar he was just standing there, staring, staring, staring at me

And there was something else there. I just can't explain it. Something, something light, crackling, pulsing, hovering over us. Like a supernova. With feelings. Emotions. 

Oh and I had my friends, Mr White and Hans
But they asked too much, yeah way too much

Yeah there were so many people, so nice to me
But it was all too fucking obvious, they'd lost their touch

Suicide Christ Superstar

I know there’s something happening here
The visions I once had are just what I feared
The drought, the horse on fire, the black rainbow
When they’ll be coming brother, you will know

I know they’re coming
I know they’re here
I know they’re coming
From the other side, brother

I heard this voice it was calling me from the other side
I saw this child, staring at me, with wild, wicked eyes

The nights get longer, the days are just weird
When they’ll be coming brother, I’ll be prepared
Will they be raining fire upon my kin
Or will we flourish in the light they’ll bring

I know they’re coming
I know they’re here
I know they’re coming
From the other side, brother

I know they're coming

Recorded in Erik's bedroom and mastered in Eriks kitchen

Don't let me go

I'm going away

Liberation Frequency is known for being intolerant to soft bassdrums, jazzy melodies and combed hair. Sometimes we wear hats. Erik is a lousy singer, but computers can do almost anything these days.

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