1. |
Production
01:37
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One, two, one two (in Polish)
Silence in the studio
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2. |
Automation
03:16
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Science says hey
Twenty years from now
The underground workers
Are call-center miners
Company says hey
Twenty years from now
The hands to control
Are holding the stick
The operator says hey
But can’t be seen
A whisper in the dark
A cyber voice
The manager says hey
It’s safety first
From stones on head
To the paper-cut miner
”Proximity detection” in a global mine
Manual labour in an automated mine
Facing the unknown in a standardized mine
The mine says hey
More human flexibility
More human adaptability
Too much technology
Automation, automation
No hands in the mine
Automation, automation
No minds in the mine
Automation, automation
No mine without hands
Automation, automation
No mine without minds
Automation, Automation...
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3. |
Wolfpack
04:04
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Can you show me
What’s going on
What’s everybody looking at
But no one sees
Can you tell me
What’s on your mind
What’s left unspoken
But that everybody knows
[CHORUS]
It’s the wolfpack
Howling in silence
Watching you move
Letting you go
It’s the wolfpack
Howling in silence
Watching its space
Letting you stay
I say letting you stay
Letting you stay
Can you move me
Tell me a story
Look me in the eyes
Speak from your heart
Can you fool me
Tell me a lie
Look me in the eyes
Say you don’t care
[CHORUS]
Wolfpack ooooh
Let me show you
A story you know
A story you feel
But that’s never been told
Put into words
Put into colors
A humble return
A powerful tool
[CHORUS]
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4. |
Blast Gotta Move
03:51
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Blasts in the past
Blasts in the future
Below tunnels are expanding
Aftershocks are widening
The city is moving
Were will I go?
Blast - gotta move
Everytime we meet
The value shrinks
We want to act together
They negotiate us separately
The city is moving
Were will I go?
Blast - gotta move
It takes more than one for a society
It takes mutual togetherness
But we are together yet apart
Separated by the powers that be
Large scale society are here
Community we’re are you?
Staying in Kiruna?
A flat for a flat
Market in-between
Lonely I must compete
From: Luossavaara and Kebnekaise
Chimenys and windmills
To: Death Valley
Trees and hills
The city is moving
Were will I go?
Blast - gotta move
Silently angry
Drinking helps
The state withdraws
Dumping all at The Company’s feet
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5. |
The Worrying Song
03:21
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I’m worried, mom
The ground shakes and I’m thinking of you
I cannot focus, wish you were here
Are you okay, can you feel my fear
I see the gas
The sound of machines and I’m thinking about stones
I’m focused, on getting it out
No margins, there’s no room for errors
I’m worried, mom
The ground shakes and I’m thinking of you
Where are you, why don’t you call
I love you, I’m shaking, afraid to fall
I see my loader
We’ll make it and all of us grow
We’re family here, together standing tall
They care, all for one, one for all
I’m worried, mom
The ground shakes and I’m thinking of you
Please come home, no more below
Hold me close, stay above, watch me grow
I’m dead tired
My head spins, exhausted from the tension
On the sofa, the ground still moves
Work leaves my body, my eyes slowly close
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6. |
The Sound
01:50
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A hundred and twenty years of mining
Man and his machines drills deeper and deeper
Layer after layer are excavated
Parts of the mountain’s inner composition collapses
It’s getting warmer, wetter, but the sound
The sound
775 meters it creeks in high pitch
1365 it profoundly moans in a deep voice
Will it strike back?
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7. |
Pumping Iron
04:28
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On the bench, steel on your chest
Do or die, it burns and it akes
It’s all iron, iron ore
It’s all iron, down to your bone
Fills your breast, fucks your head
Leaves you empty, craving for more
It’s all iron, iron ore
It’s all iron, down to your soul
You’re pumping iron, music is loud
You’re a moneymaker, time to pay
It’s all iron, iron ore
It’s all iron, down to your bone
Dark days, dark skies
No light shining, no time to fly
Dreaming away, longing for home
It’s a mother ship, her embrace is warm
Take the stairs out of the basement
Thank you mama, but why you leave me sore
It’s all iron, iron ore
It’s all iron, down to your soul
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8. |
Black Eyed Eve
05:01
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I once knew a girl, one of a kind
Well they all are, but this one, stuck in my mind
She had black eyes, she had black hands
Her hair was tied up, underneath her helmet
Black-eyed Eve, first lady in the mine
Black-eyed Eve, first lady in the mine
Her look was intense, you could wear no mask
She wasn’t the strongest, but she could move a mountain
Mind over body, solid rocks became air
Men knew their place, enough to hide their despair
Black-eyed Eve, first lady in the mine
Black-eyed Eve, first lady in the mine
All the history books, she wasn’t there
It was all without her, cause she didn’t exist
An invisible, unless men were served
Unless men were grieved, the kitchen was her reserve
Black-eyed Eve, first lady in the mine
Black-eyed Eve, first lady in the mine
Time to write, to rewrite the books
To bring what has been, in another light
This has to be done, without Black eyed Eve
Cause as far as I know, she is a mystery
Black-eyed Eve, first lady in the mine
Black-eyed Eve, first lady in the mine
A lie to a truth, to open up the past
That the mine is about men, that women never blast
A lie to revoke, that history is made
Nerver carved in stone, always a political tale
Black-eyed Eve, first lady in the mine
Black-eyed Eve, first lady in the mine
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9. |
Doggy Style
03:37
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A tit for a butt
A pussy for a dick
On a wall, not allowed
In a meeting, well okay!
Ape and society
Men and their caves
Girls and big tires
In a mindful mine
The true story
of doggy style
Is a story of unwillingness
Of exclusion
Of inequality
A pose for a pose
Sexuality and taste
We have gay people
We are an okay mine
Norms and society
People and their caves
We like you beard
But we’re not gay
The true story
of the commons
is a story of assymmetry
Of suppression
Of depression
The true story
of common style
is above all a story of oppression
A tit for a butt
sexuality and taste
Come work for us
Tell us how it is
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10. |
Pullman City
02:51
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The story of a man
And his model community
A Utopia in micro-size
Or so the story goes
Take me back to Pullman city
To where it all began
To when the town was one
No divide, between you and I
[CHORUS]
Meeting the needs of the people
Within boundaries set by the company
But needs go down the drain
When business is poor
And laysoffs are rich
And the people they go on strike
Take me back to Pullman city
The beauty of an idea
In the hands of a man
Who built a society in two
Take me back to Pullman city
To where it all went wrong
Where the cult of personality
Got misplaced for society
[CHORUS]
Take me back to Pullman city
The travel of an idea
To a visionary man
In a Swedish mining town
The winner makes history
But cast a long shadow
Creating hidden collectives
A haunting past in the presence
[CHORUS]
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11. |
Outside the Gates
04:30
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This is not an unhappy song
Don’t think twice about that
Just because it’s in a minor key
And dressed-up in lo-fi style
It is a realistic song, yet somewhat hard
Hard to beat, hard to accept
But thats part of the messiness in research
This is not a blame and shame song
Don’t think twice about that
Just because it is about relational breakdown
and oozing of how corporate power interferes
It is a personal song, about failed dialogues
Hard to beat, hard to accept
human interaction matter
Outside the gates we struggle where to go next
Outside the gates it feels as the project disappeared
Inside our minds we have to adapt
Inside our minds we have to overcome
What has now become a radically different endeavor
Calls for the ”science of muddling through”
But what says that this is bad and disappointing?
Maybe there are other gates to be entered
This is not a complaint song
Don’t think twice about that
Just because it is mellow and slow
and sung with a low voice and hunged head
It is a hopeful song, full of promises
Hard to beat, hard to accept
Yet breakdowns
leads to new questions
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Organizing Rocks Kiruna, Sweden
Tommy Jensen: guitars, bass, keyboards, back- and lead vocals.
Johan Sandström: vocals
Michał Zawadzki: drums
Organizing Rocks recommends:
Songs to a street poet
by Independent
Tommy solo career
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