Lyrics from our split 7" with Beau Navire

1. golden parachutes for the carpetbaggers, austerity for the rest

the killers kill the murderers. but you, you will con them all. economy by the book is no more than a paper plane. (but who cares?) what a shame you can't (/won't) share your parachute with humanity... bail out, everyone! s.o.s., save-our-selves.

The standard way in which governments and dominant economic players are coping with the recent (/current) global financial crisis is not just turning a blind eye on the rights and needs of the people and the planet. It also ignores how the very causes of the crisis are further reproduced by continuing this mess of a global economic system and its egoistic default setting. All the while taxpayers swallow the bitter pill of austerity and governments pay out comfortable rescue packages for the same financial actors that cashed in fantastic profits before (and sometimes after) the crisis.

2. it's still fucking personal

a new flavour ain't no new life, and lying still doesn't mean I'm dead. say what you will, this is still me. and once you realise that vogues are only blinders you'll find there's actually substance behind your retina. (so make use of it!)

Critical thinking, striving for a conscious way of living, D.I.Y. and other progressive ethics don't come with a certain taste in clothing or music. They also don't lead to always the same priorities and perspectives on the world. I have met some of the most fantastic people in some of the most unlikely settings, people with completely different stories who made very different decisions in their lives. Such encounters, more than anything else, taught me what's important – and what isn't.

3. a refuge becoming utopia

welcome to the republic of dreams, where rules are aspirations and order is empathy. We're here to laugh and to cry, to scream and deny (the world), to live and to die. this is our republic of dreams.

There are things in life – things you do, the places where they happen, but most of all the people you do them with – that become something of a refuge, a place where you feel safe from the inevitable pressures and pretence of day to day life. Making music with the people I love is such a place for me.
To be content with a refuge, however, is not enough. I want to shape my life, not flee from it. It's in my own hands to share and proliferate what I was lucky enough to find and to create this feeling in other places and with other people. I won't hide in a refuge or reminisce about “that special time”. I will build my own utopia, my republic of dreams.