Year of the Flesh - All sales during the Trump presidency will go towards ACLU and AI Justice.

by Dad Rocks!

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You found it on a torrent file sharing site Downloaded by you You stored it on a computer hard drive Then a dollar was received because of your activities online Your mom asked if you’re using Pirate Bay You answered ’Hell no, mom. No way. Not today.’ But that’s OK, ’cause the songs we play Sound the same anyway And all the gold that I’ve been told about Is too heavy to hold You blogged about the message and what it means to you You even embedded a SoundCloud In hope that it helps out with crowds at gigs You remixed our wings and sampled sounds of birds Promoting what has been born on Web 2.0 platforms on the internet But that’s OK, ’cause the songs we play Sound the same anyway And all the gold that I’ve been told about Is too heavy to hold Can this go wrong, sharing a Dad Rocks! song With friends putting folk songs on For people to sing along Or will the band soon be gone? Let’s settle on getting along And help us to carry on Let’s focus on counting on Each other, not turn upon So share this song with everyone It will not be frowned upon As long as you build upon Things we have undergone And that’s OK, cause the songs we play Sound the same anyway And all the gold that I’ve been told about Is too heavy to hold
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A vast majority of all the employees Admit taking care of their own elderly This always interferes with their performance at work Her parents are ageing, while she is working There’s no time for nursing, which leads to cursing A minor setback and she’ll choose the daughter track Taking the time off from her work Easily results in something absurd When her dad breaks his hip And her moms vision blurs The great partnerships will never occur She’ll be sitting beside a hospital bed Looking at her smartphone until they are dead Then she returns to the job that drives her mad Then the funeral industry Will start a fight over your parents bodies They’ll even bite and they say that they care To capture their market share Then she explains to her son that Grandpa is gone and I’m running late cause It’s half past eight And I’m too busy to answer If I’ll ever die of cancer Taking the time off from her work Easily results in something absurd When her dad breaks his hip And her moms vision blurs The great partnerships will never occur She’ll be sitting beside a hospital bed Looking at her smartphone until they are dead Then she returns to the job that drives her mad
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Someones daughters first day in school She shares a classroom full of eggs from cuckoos When they hatch they’ll bully her through her teens They’ll even utilize electronic means Bullied by a fake profile on a screen A screen her parents gave her, attached to a machine To avoid the talks and carry out routines Turning around I felt a fist pound me in the face On digital ground the birth of a sound of words that waste A beautiful nerd A beautiful girl Then she rose up and told them to stop to hit on girls Bullies were fucked when the gun it was cocked by her hand With blood in her curls Burrying bullets in begging bullies But birds aren’t the biggest bullies on these branches Being a kid in school is taking life chances Waving goodbye in the schoolyard’s needle nest My palm starts sweating as I hope for the best Hoping the cyber bullies give my kid a rest Turning around I felt a fist pound me in the face On digital ground the birth of a sound of words that waste A beautiful nerd A beautiful girl Then she rose up and told them to stop to hit on girls Bullies were fucked when the gun it was cocked by her hand With blood in her curls Burrying bullets in begging bullies Turning around she felt a fist pound her in the face When hitting the ground the birth of a sound of words that waste A beautiful nerd A beautiful girl
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A post traumatic job switcher Changed jobs after a disaster Where he lost a half sister Because he wasn’t with her He never looks back to when he was a child He stopped writing songs, the words weren’t right He manages computer files He’s in love with his desk where they manage his heart Got bored of his looks and changed his style At work they asked him to put on a smile He does as he’s asked cause times are hard Cause he needs that credit on his visa card
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Would you find me my water wings? I’ll bring them along with me Cause my bank drowns me the coming spring Just pay them back the fee But I bought a new car with my credit card Is that what you really need? And drove straight to the nearest bar Where you drown in whiskey Thousands of homes seem to be growing everywhere Thousands of drones seem to be going everywhere In a modern metropolis Where everyone succeeds I heard a poet in the abyss Do you have the car keys? Thousands of homes seem to be growing everywhere Thousands of drones seem to be going everywhere Passing the land on to my kids Grown ups forever at the end of their tether On the land Hearing a whistle under the lid From a neo punkrocker leaking old seawater On the sand Turn me into the European mold After the slaughter, next to the farmers daughter In the Seine
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These dolls are all wearing mini skirts Fishnet stockings and see through shirts Was the toymaker a pervert? Well now he’s just hitting pay dirt And dad wants to do all the good deeds Including buying his daughter everything she needs She knows her nagging will succeed Provided the begging is consistent and on repeat Eventually dad will concede And reach for his wallet, guaranteed A plastic toy tells her how a young boy likes girls to show A little bit of their naked skin Is it for the common good that magazines tell boys that they should Spend another hour at the gym The budget is gigantic and the adds turn parents manic, well Is this industry out on a limb? Then another wave of media hits your home with movie stars And you hope to god your kids can swim Will this body image forever stay in the newborns eyes Eyes that are opening this wide for the very first time Opened with a sharp surgical knife on which the blade reflects a child Living a life where everyone has to strife, where the fittest survive A plastic toy tells her how a young boy likes girls to show A little bit of their naked skin Is it for the common good that magazines tell boys that they should Spend another hour at the gym The budget is gigantic and the adds turn mommy manic, well Is this industry out on a limb? Then another wave of media hits your home with movie stars And you hope to god your kids can swim
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Different language, different skin Makes flying a different thing At the customs checking in When eyes start flickering The salesman sings out to me: ”It’s made of wood Make yourself understood” He wants to sell a used and dirty soapbox To stand on and share my thoughts But the nails in this box are rusty and old My shoes are new, my soul is cold As we take off and trust these useful wings I try to think of better things Traveling with different name and skin Next to me a man worn thin
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He’s a stay-at-work dad He makes the boss glad But chokes on chicken bones When he eats at home His breathing turned hard When his only son starved Where he left him in the kitchen with a bone Where he left him in the kitchen all alone I’m handcuffed to the weights My foot’s tied to the brakes I’m told that I should hate Those who won’t generate An income for the state Or contribute to the birth rate The ones who are overweight And stopped smoking way too late He has a white-collar job In a skyscraper at the top He worked his way up there While he fed his wife hot air Like when he said: ’I want to take part In my sons school start Amongst the new cosmetic underclass Who sit all day long on their ass’ I’m handcuffed to the weights My foot’s tied to the brakes I’m told that I should hate Those who won’t generate An income for the state Or contribute to the birth rate The ones who are overweight And stopped smoking way too late
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Some struggle with salaries And battle decrease You struggle with calories And battle with me Your weight is low but your eyes still glow As you go through hell And the hospital smell Fills your hospital cell This ambulance can’t go any faster Your BMI is close to disaster Your weight is low but your eyes still glow As you go through hell And the hospital smell Fills your Hands are cold as your heart unfolds And the sound of hell - it’s the sounding bell It sounds a farewell

about

All sales during the Trump presidency will go towards ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union) and AI Justice (Americans for Immigrant Justice).

The heart and soul that went into this record also belongs to: Lise, Elva, Asbjørn, Albert, Arís, Siggi, Jóhanna, Amanda, Jón, Helga Gudrun, Thórgnyr, Lasse, Daniel, Gert, Kenn, Skjold, Skibsted, Asger, Iris, Thomas Rye, Kenn, Jakob, Mads, Martin Hjorth, Kasper Brinck, Andreas Sørensen, Mark Astrup, Thomas Holm, Addi 800, Martin Sejr, Kevin Douch, John Rogers, Jon Gotlev, Toby Hayes, Annie Catwoman, Al Horner, Casper G, Jens-Ulrik, Caspian, Leif Nielsen, Paper Beat Scissors, Oh! Pears, Tall Ships, Town of Saints, Honig, Mermonte, Suns of Satan, Jack Hetherington, Niklas Ekemölb, Efterklang, Boho Dancer, Thomas Lassen, Bryan & Heidi, Baldvin, Tsunehiro, Martial, Daniel Spindler, Peter Grüse, Uwe Bossenz, Simon Kjærgaard, Aarhus Brass Band, Maestra. Thanks to all of you who have put us on, made our beds, bought food and cooked for us and supported us. Thanks for coming to our shows, good and bad ones. We want to see you again. Thank you for buying our music. Your contribution is vital to us. Thanks to everyone who has ever blogged about us, remixed our music, made videos for us, covered our songs, told a friend about us and played our music for your loved ones. We are grateful for that.

This album is dedicated to my sister.

credits

released September 26, 2014

Recorded by Kenn Hedegaard Eskildsen at Aarhus Lydstudie
Produced by Snævar Albertsson and Kenn Hedegaard Eskildsen
Additional guitars recorded by Nikolaj Skjold at Piano Fire Studio
Mixed by Addi 800
Mastered by Thomas Holm

This recording was financially supported by KODA, Dansk Musiker Forbund, Dansk Artist Forbund, DJBFA, Aarhus Kommunes Orkesterkonto and Statens Kunstråd.

Contact:
dadrocks1@gmail.com
www.dadrocks.co.uk

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