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Welcome to NAMELESS

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 23:37:00 +0000

I have written close to 300 songs and I would like to share them with the world, both lyrics and music. Most of these - if not all - are in demo form, but I hope you will be able to look/hear beyond this and appreciate it for what it is; honest!

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deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 23:30:00 +0000

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Phantom of my own opera, The

(a cover of a Daniel Johnston song)

Dead Ringers Inc.

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 02:33:00 +0000

Oh you and your well-protected beloved democracy
Where the majority rule the minority
I got a question: does the many really know what’s best for all of us?
I know you can’t answer that so hush (and)

Keep your elected sovereign propaganda to yourself
Cause I don’t need any of your fucking help
Don’t be scared to live your own life, don’t be so cruel
Where in the hell did you get the idea that somebody needs to rule?

Nobody needs to hold your damn hand
If this world is so democratic where’s the woman?
Fuck all your superficial moralistic lies
It’s an insult to the reasonable and the wise

Those with so much greed that they need to loot
Are those that cause to whole world to bleed so let’s just give ‘em the boot
Let’s tear up those big corporate weeds from the fucking root
Cause they willingly did those deeds so let ‘em look into a barrel of a gun
And all you got to do is shoot…

Shoot them for their laws that hinder
and for those debts that just lingers and lingers
Shoot them for turning dreams into cinder
for being partial corporate swingers

Shoot them because they’re dead ringers
nothing but blue left or red right-wingers
And if we see them let’s just bring out our big stingers:
our motherfucking middle-fingers

21 - 26 Sep 2006

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The Gutter Press

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 02:33:00 +0000

What keeps everyone in check?
It’s the fear of the law and the consequence
That’s why jobs and shops get respect,
that’s why taxes and cars make sense

Society’s function is to drive us into submission,
to make you accept what is will so be
And if you don’t behave they’ll put you in prison,
they’ll put you into a more obvious slavery

Society works cause punishment is a deterrent,
doesn’t that mean we have fear in our sub-consciousness
Isn’t that totalitarianism shielded in a mist of artificial choices?
Isn’t that a slave state controlled by the press?

Doesn’t that cause you some distress?

1 April 2004 – 29 July 2006

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Dogma

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 19:13:00 +0000

I dont believe in autonomy
I dont trust anarchy
I dont have fate in red liberty
And everything is wrong with democracy

Because the ideals behind those words have never fully been employed
And therefore the words themselves have been destroyed
We got to stop living life like a programmed droid
We got to find steady ground in this void

Its facism
Its racism
Its nazism

Destroying dogma should be our only mission

Because dogma is what we got to avoid (repeat)
You fucking droid

10 - 13 Aug 2006

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Terrarist

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Sat, 28 Oct 2006 01:08:00 +0000

I’m pissed, call me terrarist
I’ll slit not mine but your wrist
See this finger, watch this fist
Your death is my wish, your moral is my piss
and by you I mean all of this;

Society, nations of bureaucracy, travesty and triviality
Where the free are dumb and the dumb are free
Can’t you see the superficiality?
Row after row, line after line
The status quo, this is yours, this is mine
The world is square, nothing free anywhere
What the hell have we done? Life should be fun

And I love awake and I hate asleep
The whole world’s filth, everywhere that barricade is built

And it’s not enough to tear down that fucking wall
cause re-evolution has to occur inside us all

Because the dream needs to awake from you,
not you from the dream
I know you’ve been living in that straight jacket
for so long that it’s about to crack in the seam
All you really need to do is accept freedom
and you will easily break free
Cause after all when the math is done
there is no us or them only we

And we won’t take this shit anymore
cause we are sick of war
We’re sick of being poor
and it’s not money but love we need more
And if you can’t understand that:
"Well then there’s the fucking door!"

27 June 2000 – 25 July 2006

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Wholesome Whore

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Sat, 07 Oct 2006 23:44:00 +0000

All you bands on MTV,
and all of you nominated for that Grammy
None of you have got any soul,
to be the wholesome whore that’s your role

Cause you’ve got nothing to say
You’ve got nothing to say
Why do people listen, don’t push play
Cause you’ve got nothing to say

All your lyrical ideas are empty words,
have you no opinion about this world?
You moral product pushing trivial whore,
can’t you sing about something else than the dance floor?

Cause when you keep it physical instead of mental,
you should just leave it instrumental
Yeah it’s physical not mental,
so just keep it fucking instrumental

Cause you’ve got nothing to say
You’ve got nothing to say
Why do people listen, don’t push play
Cause you’ve got nothing to say

2 Feb 2006

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The Machine in the Ghost

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Tue, 15 Aug 2006 13:07:00 +0000

Why did we put such piss into office?
The whole world is now at risk
It’s fucking X-mas
for these warmongering Christian terrorists

How can we shrug?
Why aren’t we pissed?
Just swipe it under the rug
The aim was clear and yet we missed

All the fundamental dogma of the western elite
That’s your real enemy, the one you got to beat

And not with the votes we cast,
nor with the demonstrations we form
Such things just make’s them last,
instead we got to change the norm

With awareness they must be ignored,
with esprit de core we’ll strike a chord
Let those stupid remain bored
and let those with spirit become the new norm

Cause there are many parasites
and lice and you are the host
So you got to exorcise
the machine in the ghost

Yeah like a timetabled life,
a clockwork existence that exist in most
And I’m telling you that you got to
exorcise that machine in the ghost

7 March - 15 May 2006

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Pageturner

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Tue, 01 Jun 2004 17:42:00 +0000

We've become less civilized if savagery
is measured in the amount of wasted lives and in tradegy
Cause history tells us we will never learn,
so why hope for a tomorrow when tomorrows always burn?

Murder is on the rise and love is on the decline
Wherever nationalism resides people tend to violently die

Cause every border is a fence
and every tradition is a cage
It keeps you locked up in self defense cause
it's easier to backtrack than to turn the page

Cause what's on the other side?
What could be inside your mind?
What great ideas have been left behind,
just cause freedom is a crime?

If you don't have a dream you better find one
cause these are times of fake change
And you look towards the sun for heat but you get none
Now it's time to rearrange, so out with Gods and in with sense

Why is freedom a crime?

10 April - 28 May 2004

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The Happy Fitter

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Tue, 01 Jun 2004 17:41:00 +0000

I throw suspicous looks at history books
cause they hook ideas in me about real crooks
But it's the nice men between the lines
that entice the lies and supply the disguise

And in every class kids are fast to accept what's passed
to them from the masked Holy Mass
So why eat wheat when meat on heat
is such a treat for heart and teeth?

Why even consider a bigger picture?
Why be bitter? Why not more fur and more litter?
Why not be a quitter? It's sure to be quicker,
to be the happy fitter while Earth's getting sicker

Just stop and start tearing that sense out of your heart
cause it's all 'bout to fall apart

It's all nations of gold diggers kissing triggers
with the sold wiggers pissing on the niggers
And the Holy Throne in Rome's got a gnome with shaking bones
calling up kids on his peadophilophone

And the racial elite has a whole Mason fleet,
that's why there's more feet in an asian street
Why keep up this fake dream? Awake, scream;
I'm not asleep I'm not a sheep

16 Jan - 1 June 2004

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The Pill

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 17:24:00 +0000

If I could be any other average smoe
without aspiration or concern I'd be fucking cured
Being satisfied with marriage, kids and work
put that in a pill and hell I'm cured

So fine you're right, all right
let's preach tonight Christ
Get a life, all right
you might as well have a bite out of spite

And from were is this block?
When will it wear off?
Just like I promised last time,
this time will be the last time

If there is a pill...

17 Nov 2000 - 25 Sep 2001

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Remains

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 17:19:00 +0000

If they dig us up centuries from now
what will those archaeologists learn?
That we stocked, marked, sold and slaughtered every cow
until they got sick and we had them all burned?

Would they think McDonalds was a ritual site
were we would meet every night
To praise our God on every bill with every bite
perhaps they'll be right?

What will remain from our remains
but shadows of lost hopes and fossils of cherished pains?

Bodies left in mud, in haste of war
an atom bomb that doesn't work anymore
A poem found, beauty written
from the mind of a young girl smitten

Or maybe finding my skeleton on a bed
with my skeleton hand glasping my guitar
With holes for eyes
gazing at the stars

22 Aug - 21 Oct 2001

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Issues

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 17:14:00 +0000

I wish Bill Hicks had been alive
on that fateful day when New York got hit
Cause it would be so nice to know
what good 'ol Bill would have felt, thought and said about it

The United States went really mad after the attack
what if Bin Laden had said; I'm sorry I take it all back?
Or what if it was all just a dream?
A product of the propagandha machine

No I don't condone such horrid feats
issues ain't solved in air, on sea, land or New york streets
Issues are solved in simple words
USA seems to care only when they are the ones getting hurt

There is evil good and bad
but apathy is what makes me really sad

14 - 19 Dec 2001

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The Fall

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 17:06:00 +0000

Don't drag me into your social dream
dirty drunken oil docile machine
I've got my own idea of life
and your idea don't fit into mine

Democratic empty distraction
you love it and you want me to vote for it, take part in it
you can stuff it, you can snuff it you fucking puppet

I'm above it all, destroy this wall, tear it down
Burn it up, let it ruin, let it fail, let it fall

I don't believe in the modern world it's below me
I'm above it, I'll show you why I don't love it
It's cause nothing is at stake, it's all false or fake
nothing matters, nothing happens, no one is awake

In this corporate state it's easy to make me hate
this corporate plate, this corporate gate
This corporate rape, this corporate ape
fucking hell; this corporate fate

So go into your shadow
ti's been waiting there for you
To grab you, strangle you by your hopes
so will you crumble, will you crack?
Watch me turn my back and laugh
at this simple life that never ends
full of pathetic friends

3 July 1997 - 8 Jan 2003

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Democrazy

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 17:01:00 +0000

Those rats of democrats with their crazy democracy
Bureaucracy, hypocrisy - is it really fair this welfare mockery?
Is this fucking lazy mentality a crazy reality
a blatant shallow sociality?

Let's rally, let's get this fallic metallic systematic
sick and democratic crap shit the kick
Cause time is ticking, its sickening

It's all Walt's fault that Disney is business
There's a reason for listening; business is pissness
Cause elected he'll rise, with a gun he's governing
secrets and lies that someone is covering

The elite lives above the street
they're the men and women you'll never meet
They supply us with heat, the meat
and secretly they greet to shackle your feet

15 July 2002 - 6 March 2003

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Trapdoors

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 16:51:00 +0000

Hear me roar like the hammer of Thor
'bout these elected whores with their laws and holy wars
Who are they speaking for?
All these department stores trying to strangle us poor
Fucking esprit de corps
What do they take us for?

Is society just a trapdoor when sobriety is being hardcore?
I'm so saddle sore I can't hardly take it anymore
So much garbage on the ocean floor, nothing left to know or explore
We've lost the other oar and now we're drifting off shore

Who is it you adore?
Somone who pushes you to the floor?
Or someone who makes you soar?
What is it you live for?
Tomorrow's football score, your president or your mayor?
Shit you gotta pay for?
What are you looking for?
You know I don't think you know anymore I think you're so bored
I suggest you march out the door and join the real fucking war

All I'm seeing is wrong

10 March - 24 April 2003

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Goatsucker

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 16:41:00 +0000

Work makes me lazy, it makes me go crazy
Getting dumb and disabled just to get grub on the table
And you ain't working for food, who are you working for, who?
Who is the man holding your strings?
Who is the man clipping your wings?

He's the man who's got your vote
body of a man, left foot of a goat
So hang that cross around your throat
that's how you'll get your hope to float

And I know belief can be such relief...

So don't have pride just cause your gay
don't have any just cause your straight
Group mentality only leads to bitter hate
we must stop to seperate

So don't live your life through someone else's fate
diversity confuses you and you blindly demonstrate

You demonstrate and you think that helps
you hope it works, you wish it sells
But you know nothing's well and nothing will ever be
so drop that dream of unchangable reality

They shove the dualism into your head
through the TV that's how you'r fed
After 2 a.m. you shouldn't be out of bed
can't you feel with dread how you're led?

Standing in line for a loaf of bread
turning blue or turning red
Learn what's true and burn what's left
cause all knowledge should be spread

18 Aug - 14 oct 2003

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Obliterate

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 16:33:00 +0000

This sick world is forcing me to become more violent
even though I believe in peace
And that sad fact makes me even more furious
because hate is like a disease

And no change will come today or any other
unless we engage in global rage
Guerillla warfare need to come our way
so let' s kill everyone but the sage

And there's no other way, I'm sorry I know it isn't fair
but murder needs to happen and only because I care
You; sick world, sick heart, sick fate, sick state
it's all of you's that gave me all this hate

And you all could have changed for the better my friends
but now it's too fucking late

Obliterate!

My hand will never fit your glove
it's a fist and like me it's sick of your fake love
Oh and you're so proud of your God but he ain't above
you dumb fuck what do you think you're a part of?

Respectable society huh? It's a spectacle
corporate brand land selling knowledge in college
It's all bollocks, just like invisible chains on all your brains
just acknowledge you all just fucking alcoholics

Alcoholics!

You can't throw me out of town
I'll throw this town out of me
Society...
my one true enemy

25 - 30 Sep 2003

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Gum

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 00:31:00 +0000

What did your parents give and what did you keep?
How do you choose to live 'till you sleep that final sleep?

Out with the old in with the new
like a gum loosing its taste when you chew

What's the difference in making a difference?
What's the point in pointing that out?
Is it living to make a living?
Every Christ Mass you're supposed to be giving

So out with the old in with the new
like a gum loosing its taste when you chew

9 Jan - 25 March 2004

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Wheels

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 00:28:00 +0000

You watch TV and it's your own God
Then you think; "I'll be walking God like a dog!"

You have a love that doesn't know your name
And your into cutting, you need help with your pain

Cause you're sure you're certain
But when you fail it surly feels
And you're so afraid of that curtain
So afraid of going round in wheels

11 Oct 2001 - 6 Oct 2002

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Modest Proposal

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 00:24:00 +0000

I wanna see a fleet of planes
crash into the White House window panes
Or better yet through the roof unto the phony
annual Academy Awards ceremony

Terrorists of the world do what's right
Help us get rid of these fucking socialites

They're parasites
Blood sucking money fucking parasites

American ideals
American ways
American systems, laws, courts, orders
American grace

Our race
Blood sucking money fucking human race

30 Oct - 13 Nov 2003

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Mu

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 00:22:00 +0000

Ooh

Main Stream Under Ground

Mainstream underground, it's all the same
All my childhood heroes are greedy and vain
Scum's and zeroes, just whores for rent
With too much power and too much influence

And I don't listen so shut your ears and eyes
You'd never miss them so fuck their fears and lies
Their eager tendencies to fill you with pride
Just feeble enemies, kill 'em with corporate-cide

30 dec 2003 - 5 Feb 2004

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Sparks

deviadah@hotmail.com (A. Brekke) — Mon, 31 May 2004 00:14:00 +0000

There's no power like the wind
Two towers in the fucking bin
Nothing ended so nothing can begin
All is lost, we can only win

At no cost we can just step in
Come on in, throw out that dirty grin
I'm up for everything, something... anything
Except this nothing that we're in

Patriotism is the reason nought is happening
So stop voting for these fucking whores
Cause as long as you do the doctor's will spin
Come on, let's fucking do it; let's go

Let's tear this stage they've put us on down
It ain't paranoia, it's all shit all brown
No one needs a car to get around
cause in this world there is no perfect town

Without the desires that makes us liars
And it's the very same liars that makes us buyers
You know there's better fuel to propel our tyres
But somehow They treat such ideas a fires

These fuckers, fuck 'em all
Were there was a forest they've put a mall
And there's a powerstation at every waterfall
And territorial pissings sprayed on every wall

Knowledge keeps ringing but we ain't answering the call
Both Satan and God is derived from Baal
Really we haven't achieved anything at all
We haven't gone far just like a frozen star

I see all this gas, all these radicals with sass
Right wing left wing politicians and feminists
Underground militias and anarchists that are pissed
And a lot of manifestos sorley missed
And a lot of fears and a lot of ideas
And honestly a lot of them I could wear
But we're on our ass in the dark
With so much gas and no fucking spark

26 June - 14 July 2003

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