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AUTOMATIC PROCESSING OF INFORMATION (ATK)
You register in the File System
And I’m the Tape in the Computer
The Tape will go into the Machine
That will satisfy you
Let’s Take all the Information
Put it down on the Paper Form
When you are all alone
You get depression
Com-pu-ting
Com-pu-ting
World is bad, yes I know that
But you are almost grown up
The Database got your name and age
And I wanted to get married
Every, every thing is just illusion
The world doesn’t exist at all
I didn’t promise a rose garden
But you get that nature under control
Com-pu-ting
Com-pu-ting
Technic kills you
Technic kills me
Technic kills everything
And all is left is tears
Com-pu-ting
Com-pu-ting
Technic kills you
Technic kills me
Technic kills everything
And all is left is tears
Com-pu-ting
Com-pu-ting
Com-pu-ting
Com-pu-ting
(Orig. words by Hakkarainen, translated by Sabe)
You condemn me (Kun sä tuomitset mut)
You condemn me
You condemn yourself and when you
condemn me
you close the door and when you
see mistakes
you see them at me only and you're
accusing me
for what youself are doing
when you're looking at the tv screen
we're standing in the street
when you drink at saturday
we're drinking too
when Finland drinks and crawls
we're not the only ones
when Finland drinks and crawls
we're not the only ones
when we are standing in the street
you are watching the tv screen
when you drink at saturday
we're drinking too
(Orig. words by Ralf Viktor Örn, translated by Sabe)
A Little hippie party (Lasten mehuhetki)
A Little hippie party
Ended when it started
Black angel came to take away
The hero of the day
Mama cracks up on the balcony and cannot stop
Screaming Lord o'Lord, her hair looks like a mop
Children sob and tears are dropping in their soda pops
Daddy's yelling telling something muddled to the cops
Who took an overdose of cake saying it was fun
And spilled the lemonade around the room on everyone
That's the way the Devil gets you in his frying pan
Not even the most innocent escape his evil hand
Who'll protect the cildren and give all the love and care
And see that they won't hurt their feet while running up the stairs
Black angel comes and takes away whom he wants to call
No other kind of angels do exist at all
Who took an overdose of cake saying it was fun
And spilled the lemonade around the room on everyone
That's the way the Devil gets you in his frying pan
Not even the most innocent escape his evil hand
(Hannu Nurmio)