Advanced Class of Fucking Up

by Moment 22

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Advanced Class of Fucking Up is the debut album of Swedish punk rock band Moment 22. An album showing a retrospect of the four-piece groups musical journey between the founding of the band in 2007, until 2011. Examples of high school pop-punk summer anthems, faster rougher punk rock chants, poetic paranoia and growing ambitions. This resembles a few years of the growth of a small band finding its musical path.

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released June 29, 2012

Words & music by Moment 22.
Produced by Moment 22.
Recorded at Koffee Shop Studio & Tweak Studios.
Mixed by Marcus Forsberg at Tweak Studios.
Mastered by Maria Adolfsson at M.A. Studio.

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Track Name: Righthere
This was my one first addiction
This was my first broken heart
No matter from what direction
This is where it all started

Do you remember the times when
There was nothing else to do
Can you remember the times we pulled through?

When I look 'round
I look at the options
I peak at the playground where I was born
We're to drunk to see straight
Too numb to relate
Oh fuck, I passed out on my friend's floor

Right now I know that shit never change
If you won't get the fuck out and deal with your pain
Clouds rolling up now, you can't stop the rain
You're too blind to see it will all stay the same

Right here, right here

I'm the connection ex-virgin
With all parts of today
The years we never thought of
Wanting to get away

So naive, so obnoxious
Running nude on the streets
Reality knocks us
Repeat

And I look at you
Right by the old gas station
Common faces in the longest line
The same place tomorrow
Then tell me how far goes
The era of sorrow, the summers divine

Right now I know that shit's all the same
A new universe but stuck in our old game
Walking the streets doubting that we will stay
We'd take the first shot to get the fuck away

From here, right here
Track Name: Hostages
I fear
That my mind is drifting
I hear them speak about me
In every way that I hate
I see
The light are flashing by
Like the last nights in my dreams
Hear the voices reaching in
I feel the noise I keep inside

I speak
But I'm losing my voice
Try to keep up with my pride
But I'm wobbling on from side to side
Black! White!
Startled by adrenaline
And I can't escape the time
But I'm running out of mine
I'm so messed up cryin'

Inside I'm blind
But memories are coming back in
Rapid eye motion
I' losing hope, I feel emotions
Deep inside, my mind
Holding on to nearest piece of strict remembrance
My unknown vengeance

Don't say
That I'm lost or that I'm weak
Weakness comes when I'm lost
My whole life's been only right and just
I'm not someone trying to destroy
In fact my goal is one of love
Desperate I'm acting strong
Just like this that things went wrong
Trying to keep my pride divine
Keeping up
Keeping hostages tonight
Track Name: Madoria Lane
Monsters going down Madoria Lane
And no one knows how to stop ‘em
Marching fast as a bulletway train
Still, who’s able to stop ’em?
Fucked situation, Madoria Lane
As people praying for rescue
Beasts as these who got taste to pain
They’ll rip your mind out as they test you

I won’t take this anymore
How nothing makes the terror now
I won’t take this any more how you can take the horror

I’ll be back when the sun goes up
I’ll be back when the screaming stops
I’ll be back when tomorrow comes to erase today
You’ll find me where to fight the fears
You’ll find me on the flight of tears
I’ll be back when tomorrow comes
To erase, I will erase today

Thousand and millions of innocent eyes
As tortured as people that’s falling
Facing the fact as a fucking surprise
Their destiny is calling
Madoria Lane, oh what a shame
When the bombs are coming to bite you
But always stand tall, and don’t take the blame
When the U.S. fucking cunts are feeling fright for you
Track Name: Some Ladies Use Themselves
Another Monday
Another light of proudness upon her face
Another buzzing 'bout nothing
Another ridiculous laugh

Another brick
I'm building this wall just to get away from her
Away from her slutty topics
Away from something I've known for too long
Away from something I've known for too long

So please tell us anything more
Please tell us about how to act like a whore
Please tell us about your five hour sex
Let us know what you will do next
Oh my sweet irony
Girl, we already see
That you're like a walking gonhorrea

Another class
Another louder bullshit from her gap
Another creepy discussion
What the fuck is wrong with this mind?

She's just too cheap
She's acting she's hot, but she's not, she's a slut
Some ladies use themselves but
This is fucking wrong
What got fucking wrong?

Bury her tongue in smoking ashes
(And I will dance on the remains)
Your dirty talk is just what trash is
(Oh baby ain't it just a shame)
So drop the beat and put the buck in
(She'll keep on trucking)
All hail the Frankenstein of fucking

S-T-D
Track Name: Peacock Palmer
Wake me up when I'm able
Able to fall back to sleep once more
Insomnia paycheck
Signed as many a time before
As I'll get myself to get through this hell
They're crawling on my floor
The skeletons and shadows
Behind every closet door

Yeah

Take it on me
I need one last fix again
A numb melody
Another night and I'll go insane
The one company
The poison kept up in my brain
I'll go insane

Living out the fables
The fairy tales and mysteries
On my bedroom window
The Peacock Palmer laughs and bleeds
And I'm not asleep as I'm not awake
The scene is growing worse
Let this fucking pill put down
The ending to my curse

Yeah

Break it to see
Through the black allnighty pain
Despite it, believe
The clockwork's slowing down the saints
I can hear them sing
The maggots living in my brain
I'm all insane
Track Name: Think Snups
This is a nervous breakdown
I am the nerve wreck, the clown
Still stuck with the same old chords
As in my songs before
A new life is waiting to begin
Knocks my front door, willing to come in
Let's push this forward and go on
Or be forever gone

I'll move it up, push it out
(To new destinations)
We can be what we want by now
(Personate intentions)
All the faces waiting to be found
The echo of every sound
Laying somewhere on the ground

As time passes by we grow
The world has taught us so
This walls can scream out what they want
I won't doubt I'm hearing our names
All around me as i'll shout
I miss your face on the front row

Say it all in once say no more
Hate everything you will adore
Watch me with your closed eyes now
Remain silent while we shout

I'll forget all the things I knew
Let's focus on something new
You can blame it on bad luck
But whoever gives a fuck?
Track Name: Retarded
I'll always try to stop everything you stand for
And always scoop up and burn everything you ask for
Your passive aggressive stubborn hatred eats me up
Your visions of the human race, dishumanity must stop

Hey listen, you know that I'm right
You'll never win this race and we all know that
Yeah it's still possible to make myself heard
So I'll tell you now
Your ideas are fucking absurd

Fuck principles, I'll never follow them
Fuck personal values, just forget them
Fuck standards, and fuck ethics
And most of all fuck yourself for being so selfish

Some lies are for profit and some for deceit
Some lies are made up for creating a population of shit
Baby, maybe you'll find out that you're wrong
But you have been able to dodge every piece of logic for this long

Bitch, listen, you're wrong and I'm right
You'll never win this race, this endless fight
And I'm not dealing out which one's the smartest
But how come all you people are so goddamn retarded?
Track Name: Facebook Suicide
If you guys are reading this
I'll let you know I just committed
My facebook suicide
If you guys are reading this
I thank you for letting me
Be this stupified

I didn't moon Sean William Scott
I didn't ask that cop for pot
And never did I stuck my dick
In that bartender's fucking fancy faggot haircut

I didn't try to hijack that cab
I didn't try to bang that chinese with the crabs
And never did I piss on everything in sight
With a tail or four wheels or blue colors or brats

All I got to blame for photographs and dirty looks
A sabotaging dream team of photoshop and facebook

So thank you, Satan
Thanks to you you dickless cunt
You faggot twat, you fucking fuck
Thanks for creating
Such a lame ass website hell
Fhanks for ruining my life as well

Facebook totally licks ass
Track Name: A-Class
I missed my bus again
I'm freezing my ass off
It's 11 P.M.
And I got no place to go
Not a single soul around
Dammit, I'm useless
Who will listen to this sounds
They're telling me I'm all okay

I lost your trust again
My dad's mourning in the phone
The bombs counting down the end
Like a human metronome
When you got nothing to do
Out of place and words
You got nothing to lose
And you'll still be the king of the world

I don't care, I don't care
If useless is my middle name
I don't care, I don't care
if worthless is what you'd say
I don't blame and I don't know
When this moments will stop
Welcome to my advanced class of fucking up

It's Saturday night again
This movie sucks so bad
But I'm watching it again
In lack of nothing else to do
I wanna penetrate this silence
With this one last cigarette
And the dissoluted violence
That I'll never know
Track Name: Interlude No. 2
We can't
We can't shelter in fear
Because we'll drown in hate everywhere
We can't
We can't block inspiration
To live a life of imitation
Track Name: Platoon of Ties
You call it sympathy
We call it strategy
I'm losing the focus
I'm shattered and broke 'cause of you
Today's a comedy
Genuine irony
Where words ain't no words
And the bullshit you heard, that's the truth
The one platoon of ties, souls all of ice
Use your voice as your gun through the armor of lies

All these desperate voices
Begging me to take a stand
They may try, second try
I won't even hold their hand

Still they'll take it all

Compress minorities
Play out the score, achieving
Nothing but lies and
Director's alignment today
Give us one chance to be
Independents exclusively
No leader to follow
No more cum to swallow, hooray!
The left and the right
Put up for a fighting of rights
Yeah an army of sleepwalking knights

All these goddamn people
Order me to take a bow
They may beg, they may cry
As the first second from now

Try to
Take it all (When we fall)
When we fall (Take it all)
As we read through the walls
As they're making the call to take it all
(When we fall)
When we fall (Take it all)
Them corrupted sharks on a ball

(When we fall)
When we fall (Take it all)
As we're falling apart
They will reach for our hearts to break 'em all
(When we fall)
When we fall (Take it all)
With confronting blinders on call

We can't join the dark
High on question marks
Take it all
Track Name: Overtime
Leftover cemeteries
On the right, we're driving much too far
I remember the lake and cherry
And how she hit my head too hard
Those walks in gloomy places
The Sunday night in a county jail
Remaining of this phase is
Just a post-it note that's spelling fail

But I'm pulling through
It's just that left for me to do
With just images of you
How I'm not aware
Of the shit that happened there
How I am still not aware

How come that I've never seem to mention
The overtime dimension dementia
'Bout the lying and the dying
And the stupid sense of rhyming
And knowing nothing at all

I find it hard to circulate
My thoughts up in an empty mind
Sometimes another virtue
When there's nothing left for me to find
I found the photographs
And the old receipts and a Jacko bobble head
Just yesterday when I was
Fighting demons underneath my bed

And it's coming back
From time to time in different tracks
And all my skull bone cracks
They all seem to heal
Shit, I'm seeing things for real
It's so hard to believe

How come that I've never seem to mention
The overtime Dimension Dementia
Bout the raging, and the aging, and the times truly amazing
And to not remember a thing