Perspectives & Objectives (2013)

by Antillectual

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1.	Soundtrack 04:13	lyrics

2.	Welcome to Le Jungle 02:33	lyrics

3.	With Gaga on Our Side 03:48	lyrics

4.	Work Horses vs Show Ponies 02:58	lyrics

5.	Pink Print 03:00	lyrics

6.	To All Members of Parliament 02:53	lyrics

7.	Future History 03:55	lyrics

8.	Bullies 03:05	lyrics

9.	Mother Inferior 01:43	lyrics

10.	Books 03:44	lyrics

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released August 23, 2013

Recorded between January - March 2013 at eRock studio Panningen, XPZ Sound Studio and Van Halenstreet Studio by Nico van Montfort and Antillectual. Mixed and mastered by Nico at XPZ Sound. All songs written and performed by Antillectual. Gang vocals on Soundtrack by “Crazillectual”: Myrthe, Roos, Bette and Anne. Cello and violin on Future History, cello on Bullies by Sylvia Folgers. Hammond / organ on Soundtrack and With Gaga on Our Side by Stijn Bus. Gang vocals on To All Members Of Parliament by The Legion Of Ex-Bass-Players: Tim Vantol, Tom Nieuwenhuis & Koen Damman. Artwork by David Finke, front cover photo by Christian Pankratz.

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Antillectual Nijmegen, Netherlands

Antillectual from Nijmegen, the Netherlands plays a socially conscious, melodic blend of music, ranging from ‘90’s skate punk to ‘00’s emo and ‘10’s orgcore. Creating their own unique blend of stolen riffs and borrowed song titles, while carrying the torch of European punkrock. ... more

shows

Mar 21

World Skate Center

's Hertogenbosch, Netherlands
Apr 04

Kliemannsland

Rotenburg, Germany
Apr 17

Groene Engel

Oss, Netherlands
Apr 24

Studio Foce

Lugano, Switzerland
May 21

The Amersham Arms

London, UK
May 22

The Retro Bar

Manchester, UK
May 22

Exchange

Bristol, UK
Aug 21

Kulturscheune Karben

Karben, Germany
Dec 27

De Onderbroek

Nijmegen, Netherlands

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Track Name: Soundtrack: How do you sleep at night? Wake up and smell the apathy
Why don't we hit the streets? Live life a little less carefree
Less “no”, more “YEAH!”, it seems we're stuck at “maybe”
Not just a piece of the pie, we want the whole fucking bakery
Fuck fact-free politics 'mockracy, I can't believe the state we're in
Our state ruled by hypocracy, we're preaching water, drinking wine

Less “no”, more “YEAH!”

Let this be the soundtrack of how you change your life, no-one will do it for you
Let this be the soundtrack of how we change our world, there's only “us”
When was the last time you did something for the first time?
We'll only regret things we didn’t do

How can you care so little about the world we live in?
Just because you don't care doesn't mean it doesn't matter
I love these songs and books edging our minds like pencil sharpeners
There are no pros and cons to giving a shit when you're in it for the message

From Russian Pussy Riot, re-educated Indo-punks, to stoned emos in Irak
We got freedom of speech but nothing to say while spring is spreading everywhere
What kind of message do we send the opposition of the willing if we don't even seem to care
Tough shit, everything is political, there's no escape, a-political is just impossible
Too bad, songs won't change a thing at all, needless to say, revolts need to be audible
Track Name: Welcome to Le Jungle: Welcome to le jungle, we got fun 'n' games
We got everything you want, you only have your dreams
Welcome to paradise, you're here to keep it clean
We only tolerate you, working our machines as slaves

“They only care about their own share”
Where do you think they got their inspiration?
We only care about our own share
How dare you blame them pursuing a better life

Some doors, once opened, will never shut again
The golden cage is cracked, come in, a chance for all to win
Les sans-papiers, les sans-culottes, laissez faire
Everyone is a fortune hunter, now deal with it
Track Name: With Gaga on Our Side: I can't get used to that you can't get used to this
That they walk hand in hand or publicly kiss
Retarded reactionaries won’t let them get married
Ironic mustaches unite, Gaga is on our side

I just can’t get used to it, in the safety of our own house
I thought we got this over with, closets closed, please come out
But they won't toss the bouquet nor the salad or their fiance
You let them toss and turn all night with Gaga by their side

Why are you so fucking scared of those you call so fucking weak?
Why are you so fucking scared? Ask, tell and raise some hell

Always defending family values, you speak of moral poverty
If you defined it less obtuse I maybe would agree
Be welcome at the NFL, no more “don’t ask, don’t tell”
It’s the players’ and the soldiers’ right to have Gaga on their side

We adopt you as our own, we see you as one of us
But don't think you're not alone, you're an outlaw nonetheless
We enjoy your idiosyncrasy, we love our mascot to be a drag
But don't touch or approach me personally, don't come to close, step back
Track Name: Work Horses vs Show Ponies: Feel free to parade on the dog and pony show
We’ll carry our load in the meantime
Don’t call it just luck, what happens off stage you don't know
It's simply a choice, make up your mind

Alright stop, collaborate and listen
If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen

Who told you that this was going to be easy?
Nobody told you that you would surely prevail
What holds you back from doing as you please?
Those who never try will never fail

But who knows, all placed bets might turn out wrong
I'll stick with this horse for as long as it's on the run
I've looked it up, I’ve tracked it down in the brochure
But couldn't find “give up” or “slow down”
Track Name: Pink Print: I would hate this to sound sexist: "This goes out to all the girls"
So few here, girlfriends, wives and cooks. From the back of the room, only here for the looks?

I hoped we could provide a safer alternative in this gated community
But it seems we've failed
Contrary to popular beliefs girls are not just donuts.
How we warn our daughters shows how civilized we are

What do you expect, examples given and standards set?
How we treat our maids shows how civilized we are

Stop burning the witches, burn our blueprints on their stakes
And use the second sex' craft to bake a pink print for a change
Track Name: To All Members of Parliament: In a world of shifting paradigms we can't but do it together
Increasing international affairs, we’re all in this together

The map we use to see our world has expired long ago
Its architects don't see the change, they never check below

It's perspective, if anything, a different view in closeup
Locals have revamped the scenery, I hope the news catches on

I am a member of parliament
Representing all citizens
Not just one single nation but the whole fucking world
Let a new solidarity trickle up
You are a member of parliament
We all are members of parliament
Track Name: Future History: Class, please open your books on chapter 3
About a period in time not that unique
The best intentions unveiled by history
The past has been written, let's try to read

Will you remember?
How we loved to play keep-away
Girls and gays were seen as a different race
Considering other races animals
Treating animals as bad as beasts

Will you remember?
That we forgot to put things in perspective
Future history, a past yet to come

Will you remember?
Progress was not us moving ahead
It only meant the rest was moving back
Having more future in front than past behind
What harms us most now never came to mind
Track Name: Bullies: “You stink, you are fat and you are ugly
What the hell are you wearing?”
Some examples from a bully's menu
“Kids can be so cruel”

“You stink, you are fat and you are ugly
What the hell are you wearing?”
Random commercials on our TV
“You want to become cool?”

Everybody wants to be unique
But nobody wants to stand out
Sweaty, smelly, hairy, belly; not all dwarfs fit the fairy tale
Photoshop can save us all

Flash-forwards to a promising future
Give me flashbacks to a troubled past
Manipulated, objectified and brainwashed
Solutions to a problem we never addressed

Don't believe them, the schoolyard bullies when you were young
Don't believe them, the corporate bullies that tell you wrong
Don't believe their fairy tales, “improving” who you are
Don't buy what the bullies tell or sell you
Track Name: Mother Inferior: Mother married the minister, she got divorced because of the abuse
Sold her body to the businessman, as before, the kids got bruised

Mother's task, to look after us, disregarded by her taste in men
Best for all would be to stress: please, be a single mom again

We, the kids, file for divorce
We, the kids, had it with these conflicts of interest
Keep in mind the welfare of us all
Keep your eyes focused on the ball
Track Name: Books: Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today
To talk about a book we loved to death
Reflecting on the message of the pen
Its stories read over and over again

But this book is not just about somewhere else
Starring each and every single one of us
Pages filled with our own memories, masterplans
Never forgotten, no not ever and ever again

It's up to us to write the sequel, It's up to us to live unfinished stories
As we are the writers, the actors and the audience all in one

Sadly enough some books are no longer near
Before we finish them they seem to have disappeared
Or you find out they have an open end
When you turn the last page over and over again

It's up to us to write the sequel, It's up to us to live unfinished stories
The future is unwritten, let's try to write
It's up to us to write the sequel, It's up to us to live unfinished stories
As we are the writers, the actors and the audience all in one

But as with everything, when books get older their pages crumble
Blank spots, dried out ink, when books get older they disassemble
But as with everything, when we get older we start to stumble
Blind eyes, dried out skin, what is left are the words and what we'll remember