Airing from Kolyma (2018)

Revolutionary Road

“Revolutionary Road” is Lilou and John’s personal love story from their first date. They had already spoken six hours on the phone the day before and now John was driving 100 km to Lilou’s flat in Gothenburg. The chorus ”me ne frego” from the famous war poem by Gabriele d’Annunzio refers to this conviction to give everything for love or die trying.

Text and music: Lilou & John

Capo on fourth fret

Chords verse:
C G Am
C G C
C G Am
C G C

Chords chorus:
C G Am
C G C

Early one morning we opened my door
And did something I never dared to before
We never looked back and never returned
My life was a Rubicon bridge that I burned

We smoked a fag and went to my car
Saw in the mirror the death of a star
Minute by minute my life ceased to be
And on the freeway there was only me

And I kissed your eyelids caressed your white skin
Said this is where our new lives begin

Me ne frego

I drove to the sea where we saw the big blue
Under the red sun shimmering through
Clouds so fragile they weren’t almost there
Dancing like spirits with silverwhite hair

I took off my clothes and stood there alone
Watched the blue waves swallow my clones
That worked so hard to hide my old fear
That made me a ghost no one could come near

And I kissed your eyelids caressed your white skin
Said this is where our new lives begin

Me ne frego

I looked in your eyes and said “now it’s done
What so many ended has finally begun
My life is on fire it burns with a flame
I long had forgotten rejected my name”

And when the moon rose above the high ground
I saw in the palm of my hand looking down
The lines I could trace back to where I belong
And said to myself I must right what is wrong

And I kissed your eyelids caressed your white skin
Said this is where our new lives begin

Me ne frego

Now we sit under the open night skies
Wrinkles around your wonderblue eyes
And sometimes I think back to that early dawn
At the big blue when I was reborn

And I kissed your eyelids caressed your white skin
Said this is where our new lives begin

And I kissed your eyelids caressed your white skin
Said this is where our new lives begin

Dead Girl Walking

“Dead Girl Walking” is a modern Guy Fawkes tale. The story spins around media and politics, asking the question of censorship and truth as well as the tipping point where public discontent in a society has grown too big and people start acting violent for they see no other alternative. Originally, the vocal style was almost cynical but later turned into anger during the recording process, and the catchy melody and guitar were meant to give the tragic story a party wrapping that could emphasize the absurdity of the whole situation.

Text and music: Lilou & John

Capo on first fret

Chords verse:
G C
G D
G D C G

Chords chorus:
G D G
G C G
G C D G
G C
D G
G C D G

And she walked cross the field
By the church of St George
And the wind was as warm as the day

But the moon was so cold
Far away like the day
And the green grass led her away

To the docks on the rocks
She laid down like she had
All her seven summers but tonight

Just a girl without a name
Just another “woman” slain
That longed to be mother and wife
But the “child”, 33
Who just loved liberty
Took poor young Mary-Anne’s life

She was gone and the long
Night would not ever end
And there would never shine down any light

And they found her next day
Naked in the grass
And her eyes could not see anymore

Raped and murdered, Mary-Anne
And the anger they felt
In the neighborhood sealed every door

Just a girl without a name
Just another “woman” slain
That longed to be mother and wife
But the “child”, 33
Who just loved liberty
Took poor young Mary-Anne’s life

In the papers they read
”We all need to calm down”
”He’s a good boy”, ”anger is so bad”

Media they covered up
The entire story
After all it was just one more dead

Someone from the government
Talked about compassion
And ”this boy has seen a lot of pain”

But compassion is a bitch
When he finished speaking
Someone put a bullet in his brain

Just a girl without a name
Just another “woman” slain
That longed to be mother and wife
But the “child”, 33
Who just loved misery
Took poor young Mary-Anne’s life
Took poor young Mary-Anne’s life
Took poor young Mary-Anne’s life