"Söndagen den 14:e mars 2010
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a new song. I was thinking about how happy my children are. My 4 year old daughter didn't want to eat her supper and it ended in a big argument.
At the same time, on the other side of the world some mother is sending her children to the city dump to find something they could sell... Someone's daughter gets murdered over a can of beans... A family drowns while desperately trying to find a better life by the hands of people smugglers.
Millions of people are living under conditions that we consider illegal for our animals - producing cheap crap for us to consume. And still most of us would pick the coffee harvested by starving lame children amputees over Fairtrade - to save us less money than we would bother to pick up from the sidewalk if we dropped it.
While we are eating and entertaining ourselves to death, half the world are starving and working itself to death, and everyone is a loser.
It is so easy to be the cynic... "Nothing we do mean anything in the big picture", "Help one and there are millions and millions more", "We can't go around thinking about it all the time".
We are programmed to buy into the western consumerism lies.
Work more than you need - to make more money than you need - to buy more stuff than you need - to help you forget that you are wasting your life doing just that.
Financial security and freedom is the latest drug, and it's catching on. A good citizen will keep the wheels turning by consuming.
This year my wife and I decided that we as a family should work much less and put more time into music and art. At the moment we have about half a months salary less than before... Which in practice means half a salary less of consuming. If we, of which I am rather certain, will find that we'll get by just fine like this... That could only mean that we have been working too much in the past.
I am not saying we should be ashamed because we live free and have all we need. But we should be ashamed that it's not enough. The big fat lie of my own generation is that we need to distance ourselves to the injustice of the world - that you need to be able to laugh at everything, otherwise you'll go insane. We fill our mind, heart and soul with bullshit that keeps us entertained long enough to find the next fix... Well, I want out... At the moment I'm not even doing what I can. I want my heart to break. So help me God.
My mind is blurry yet defined
We lead each other in the blind
To walk, to run, to fake and hide
I said I know what it's like, I could go but I won't 'cause I lied.
You've got your troubles I've got mine
Leave me alone and I'll be fine
Hear the cold deceiving rant
"I can quit anytime that I like", but I won't 'cause I can't
Blood on my hands, blood on my shoes
Blood on my lips when I kiss You
I don't understand, why do I choose
To loose my grip - break me.
Words do miracles it seems
Feed the hungry with your dreams
The cynics wash their hands and drown
In the self-satisfied wasted breath of a lie,
that was true from one side, up until the tables turn
and all we know and have to love comes crashing down.
Blood on my hands, blood on my shoes
Blood on my kiss when I kiss You
I don't understand, why do I choose
To loose my grip - break me."
At the same time, on the other side of the world some mother is sending her children to the city dump to find something they could sell... Someone's daughter gets murdered over a can of beans... A family drowns while desperately trying to find a better life by the hands of people smugglers.
Millions of people are living under conditions that we consider illegal for our animals - producing cheap crap for us to consume. And still most of us would pick the coffee harvested by starving lame children amputees over Fairtrade - to save us less money than we would bother to pick up from the sidewalk if we dropped it.
While we are eating and entertaining ourselves to death, half the world are starving and working itself to death, and everyone is a loser.
It is so easy to be the cynic... "Nothing we do mean anything in the big picture", "Help one and there are millions and millions more", "We can't go around thinking about it all the time".
We are programmed to buy into the western consumerism lies.
Work more than you need - to make more money than you need - to buy more stuff than you need - to help you forget that you are wasting your life doing just that.
Financial security and freedom is the latest drug, and it's catching on. A good citizen will keep the wheels turning by consuming.
This year my wife and I decided that we as a family should work much less and put more time into music and art. At the moment we have about half a months salary less than before... Which in practice means half a salary less of consuming. If we, of which I am rather certain, will find that we'll get by just fine like this... That could only mean that we have been working too much in the past.
I am not saying we should be ashamed because we live free and have all we need. But we should be ashamed that it's not enough. The big fat lie of my own generation is that we need to distance ourselves to the injustice of the world - that you need to be able to laugh at everything, otherwise you'll go insane. We fill our mind, heart and soul with bullshit that keeps us entertained long enough to find the next fix... Well, I want out... At the moment I'm not even doing what I can. I want my heart to break. So help me God.
My mind is blurry yet defined
We lead each other in the blind
To walk, to run, to fake and hide
I said I know what it's like, I could go but I won't 'cause I lied.
You've got your troubles I've got mine
Leave me alone and I'll be fine
Hear the cold deceiving rant
"I can quit anytime that I like", but I won't 'cause I can't
Blood on my hands, blood on my shoes
Blood on my lips when I kiss You
I don't understand, why do I choose
To loose my grip - break me.
Words do miracles it seems
Feed the hungry with your dreams
The cynics wash their hands and drown
In the self-satisfied wasted breath of a lie,
that was true from one side, up until the tables turn
and all we know and have to love comes crashing down.
Blood on my hands, blood on my shoes
Blood on my kiss when I kiss You
I don't understand, why do I choose
To loose my grip - break me."
