A New Cycle

by Sweet Empire

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Sweet Empire's third full length.

Shield Recordings (BeNeLux - LP/CD) - www.shieldrecordings.com
Umlaut Records (UK- LP/CD) - www.umlautrecords.co.uk
Bad Wolf Records (FR - LP) - badwolfrecords.bandcamp.com
North Empire Records (NL - CD) - www.northempire.nl

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released April 1, 2019

All songs written and performed by Sweet Empire.
Recorded and mixed by Sven Post and Marc van Duivenvoorde @ Perimeter Audio in 2018.
Mastered by Pier-Durk Hogeterp
Artwork by Tes @ Segolia design

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Sweet Empire is a politically engaged melodic punk rock band from The Netherlands. Their sound is aggressive and emotional, yet melodic and playful. Mixing elements from 80's and 90's punk rock and hardcore, it is difficult to pin this four piece down to one genre. ... more

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Track Name: Drones
On the outside – you can’t see the insides.
On the outside - you can’t see what’s inside.
What would you do if they’d come for you?

And in this fight all rights are gone-
But where do we belong?
Could it be that we are wrong?
We’ve been sent to break their spirits-
We’ve been hit to test our “faith”
A chain reaction that goes on and on and on.

And thousands die under eastern suns-
All sides but blinded by western promises.
Do we feed their cause by dropping bombs?
Aren’t we the ones who gave them their guns?

On the outside – always on the outside.
On the outside – blinded for what’s inside!
What would you do if they’d come for you?
What would you do – if they did that to you?

Where in hell do we belong?
Track Name: Thoughts and Prayers
This is a story how we always fear we’ll be attacked-
Let guns and ammo – rule the world again.
I’m curious how this fight will end.
Either way we all got blood on our hands.
Another story how we let ourselves fall off the track-
Warlords and riffles - rule the world again.
I’m curious how this debate will end.
Either way we all got blood on our hands.

Don’t stop running.

Running Running
Keep on Running – running-
‘cause their thoughts and prayers won’t stop them.
They see the world through a loaded gun-
So stuck in their reactionary plan.
Running Running
Keep on Running – running-
While we should stop and take a look around-
Start fresh with new ideas.
The world is bigger than “sea to shining sea”.

Proud Christians – with high and mighty morals-
Push their agenda - ‘cause it’s entangled with money.
Track Name: Grand Denial
After the progress we’ve made-
We’re facing new charades-
Reversing facts we know-
Denying growth that shows.

It’s like we’re living in different times…
Closing your eyes for all!
It’s an endless chase-
A compelling rat race-
‘Cause in the end we know-
Your book lost sense so long ago.

Searching for the answers- An eternal quest looking for proof-
Yet a flock of fools are running loose.
Searching for the answers - and living the grand denial –
Guess they have no clue what to do.
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Searching for the answers- An eternal quest looking for proof-
Yet a flock of fools are running loose.
Searching for the answers - and living the grand denial –
I just hope your “god” knows what to do?
A view overdue.
Track Name: V.K.T.
We watch the rise of the capital -we accept the silence on our part.
we watch the rise of savagery - and put their leaders back in charge.
We watch the rise of the populists - now we've lost control over their words.
Steering towards new colonies – and a great Them versus Us.
 
We close our eyes but can't pretend-
We're sneaking towards bitter ends-
while a new cycle will begin-
we should state: never again!
 
We watch the rise of their capital - We watch their thoughts causing decline.
A revival of right-wing bigotry - and their discriminating pride.
We watch - we watch - we watch and do nothing.
While they rise - they rise- in fascist lines.
 
Relive the saddest parts of history-
Seems like we never learned anything.
Don't trust those men - they always lie.
It is a monster and it needs to die.

We watch - we watch - we watch and do nothing.
While they rise - they rise- in fascist lines.
This Is a Monster!
Track Name: Remains
Standing on the brink of letting fear do its way -
Yeah you don’t care - No one seems to care.
Enraged by their morals they say everything – everything, yet you
Don’t seem to care.
Well let’s take- a look inside.

Is it the angst that’s out of control?
Or are we slipping out of reality?
Is it our pride that’s out of control?
Or are we slipping out of reality?

I see the fire blazing deep inside their eyes-
yeah you don’t care - No one seems to care.
Those who scream the loudest – they judge everything – everything, yet you
Don’t seem to care.
Well let’s take –a look inside.

Well ain’t it strange that certain parts-
of a story can divide us to such extreme sides-
drawing new lines, when there’s so much more to find?
Standing on the brink of letting fear do its way-
Yeah you don’t care - Yeah you don’t care.
Fed by their nightmares they kill everything – everything, yet you
You just don’t care.
Track Name: Lucy
Born in the 1920’s - in an age of suppressive whites.
The hateful years that followed – undermining civil rights.
Someone needed to break the repressing shell.
so Lucy chose to educate herself.

Protest! - They threw rocks when you arrived.
Protest! - all you ever wanted was a chance for an equal life.

Although it lost its darkest glow-
We still have a long long way to go.
Segregation.
 
The 50ties came – not without its blood.
They marched for better things – new visions pulled the cart.
Someone needed to break the repressing shell.
So Lucy chose to educate herself.
 
Protest! - they didn't want to let you in.
Protest! - but couldn't stop the non-violent sit-ins.
 
Although it lost its darkest glow-
We still have a long long way to go.

Those brave minds - chose to unite-
to break the chain - for civil rights.
It's inevitable - and it will come.
The 50ties ended – it worked they shut you up.
Yet thirty years later – your entry stood unblocked.
Someone needed to break the repressing shell.
This segregation needs to unbind itself.
Track Name: The Hunter
Your money buys you action – fulfilling cruel satisfactions.
Covered in the shadows –Hold your breath and wait-
Waiting for the perfect shot. (Ow how exciting)

They’re created to be destroyed – a brand new market for the rich – just take the hit.
They’ve set you up for something big – a righteous kill - Yeah you paid for this!
You got a story to mention- getting all the attention.
All the ears are listening – a hunt never bores them-
The ears of your rich kid country club. (Yet how they bore me)

Roaring in those bushes crawls a trophy –its head on your wall
Just because you can.
It will never knew what hit it - Its head on your wall
– just because you can.

So tell me please
What joy there is?
‘Cause I don’t understand your love to kill.
Instead of lions for the richest I’d rather see different kind of bitches-
With their heads on the wall and a fine price to hunt them all.

Roaring in those bushes crawls a trophy –its head on your wall
Just because you can.
Another fine example of our young elite’s disgrace
Its head on your wall!
Track Name: ¡Hermanos!
Yeah we fight for – our brothers!
We take a group of wretched souls-
Make them fight for a better world.
Give them a reason and some girls - they’ll take on anyone.
They charged the Spanish hills-
Looking for some fascists to kill.
Yet they don’t understand – the blood already drowned this land.
And they chant:

We will fight for – our brothers.
We’re so tired of these borders.
Our lives for – the rights of others.
There’s a duality – behind these orders.

True ideals led astray-
Those who resist die anyway .
This is what the old man said-
Before he took the bullet:
“A man lives like a beast – he will become a beast”
“A man lives like a beast – he will become a beast”

And they chant – for their brothers.
We’re so tired of these borders.
No victories – more slaughter.
No morality – behind these orders!
Track Name: Please Stay
From the depths of anger we see a union collide -
with a stream of refugees fleeing for their lives.
And we judge and we judge. Think black - See red!
So many questions unanswered and many arguments unsaid.
A pride that quickly grows - we've seen it in the past-
The rise of shallow complaints within this social class.

From the depths of fear we see a union collide-
With a stream of refugees fleeing for their lives.
And we judge and we judge - Think black- See red!
So many questions unanswered and many arguments unsaid.
It's far from our beds - far from our minds.
Yet it's so different on the other side.

Just leave them there. Just let it go. Just let them die-
They should've been born into a better life.
Just let them swim - Just let them drown - Just Let them die-
Don't pretend you care about their lives.

Don't let this age become one of hate.
Please let them stay - let them stay.
I hope one day we’ll open our hearts and say:
please let them stay - let them stay – Let them Stay!
Track Name: Hidden Voices
Listen closely - hear the hidden voices-
and hear what they say.
They speak about being pestered and bullied-
I guess life's unfair that way.
All the things they yell at them-
will cut them up – Cut cut.
Did it serve you to be mean? You know one of them-
used to be me.

Those days left a dark stain.
I've been carrying around like a chain.

Do you remember all the things you said when you were young?
I don't believe you do.
I do remember it set a certain course I had to follow through.
I know I've been cruel too.

Listen closely - hear the hidden voices-
and hear what they say.
Picked out by some trivial selection-
I guess life's unfair that way.
Yet all the things they yelled at you-
Used to fuck you up!
I'll hope you'll see it as I do - 'cause instead of me-
it could've been you.

No more dark stains.
I need to cut loose from those days.

Do you remember all the things you said when you were young?
I’m not so sure you do.
I do remember it set a certain course I had to follow through.
I know I've been cruel too.
No more dark stains - I've got to cut loose from those days

Listen closely - hear the hidden voices
Please hear what they say.
We can turn this around - into better days.
Track Name: Nihilist Nation
I can only see all the wrongs we've done.
Should I close my eyes - take the things as they come?
Take them as they come?

I'm staring at the wall of human comprehension.
It's a gliding scale yeah we all feel its tension.
I'm staring at the flaws- this design is crashing-
As crooked as they come - The tensions' rising.
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

And if the world would end tonight-
I just wanna say we had a good run.
And if the world would end tonight-
…One hell of a good run

Are we near the end close to the rightwing station?
Or are we heading for a nihilist nation?
Can you feel it?

I'm taking comfort in-
The love we find- The pain we feel-
I need to feel it. Need to feel it!
I can only see all the wrongs we’ve done-
And I just goddamn wish we can start feeling again.
We’ve set a precedent that it’s okay to numb our senses-
But it’s not okay – it’s not okay.

Should I close my eyes?
I can only see all the wrongs we've done.
Should I close my eyes –I don't think I can.
I don’t think I can.

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