Recorded at La Baia dei Porci, Nereto (Italy)
Under the caring hands of Stefano Lelii
Vocals / 1st guitar / lyrics / musical arrangement / Ed Schmidt
Second guitar / bass guitar / Sergio Frattari
Drums / Maurizio Celani

Lyrics

What a beautiful world we’re living in,
global warming, an incidental consequence.
Matter moves to cosmic laws,
if time’s expired, it’s not our fault.
Drink it up, say your prayers,
your facebook friends, might even answer them.
Round us up, put us on a list,
Come round a knocking, anarchist or activist.
Nothings going to change.
More things change the more things stay the same.
Nothings going to change. Be the change.
What a romantic world we’re living in,
banksters in bed, with the government.
High street moves to Wall street sales,
choose between, shopping malls and stun grenades.
Consumers no longer customers,
just products, as we get profi led and packaged on.
Before you know it they’re tapping phones,
come round a knocking, tear gas from unseen drones.
Nothings going to change.
More things change, the more they stay the same.
Nothings going to change. Be the change. Be the change.
Be the change. Needed change.
What a marvellous world we’re living in,
somewhat dangerous, an unexpected coincidence.
Rubber bullets move to words unsaid,
facial recognition, miles above our heads.
Cough it up, spit it out, sing out loud, fuck the establishment.
Don’t ask how, don’t ask why,
when they come round a knocking, just blame the other guy.
And nothings going to change.
More things change, the more things stay the same.
Nothings going to change. Be the change. Be the change.
Be the change. Be the change.
The much needed change.