Quite heavy and energetic but with some tricky jazzy passages in the middle, this one has its way on nationalism.
lyrics
I hear the masters are calling
They want you under their hands
No fear while you are resting
And trade all your gold for sand
Tired eyes see revelations
unveiled to moral dismay
Loud bells, sirens alarming
whenever the lights turn wrong
Pinetree scenery - Penitentiary
Hands on the blanket when lying
and dream forth the realm of your dreams
Whipped, chained, forced and deceived
Silent opression rears
Fool's mind granted with fear
Bribed with wave of the flag
Lakeside views always soften
whenever the souls need guidance
Pinetree scenery
Penitentiary
Injected blood, much thinner than the water
Anything to keep the distance off
How it must hurt standing aside watching
People getting off unbound of runes
I hear it well, the wind plays in the foilage
I too hear bugles deafening out the strings
Off-key and tensed beyond audible trembling
Fist clenched in the pockets all the while
The ancient hoax that when we talk, they listen
keeps the banners high in days of May
As if outside the club of mutual envy
the pines and might approval could retain our face
Do your best, if you dare
Watch it though, people can see!
Midland retreat at the shoreline
Shoreland retreat at sea
Knights with intents clear as snow
when sympathies pouring out
Loud cries for the inferiors
when soothing out our conciense
Pinetree scenery
Keep us thinking we are free
credits
from Jorm Is A World,
released July 4, 1977
Fredrik Andersson
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