Just `cause you can talk, don't mean I have to listen.

by Peter Dolving

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It was 1999.

I'd just gotten back from Jacksonville, Oregon where I spend the summer and spring welding and building a sweatshop for my uncle's mariujana-pipe company. I was finding out how fucking shallow the Gothenburg hardcore, metal-scene was and every single project I was trying to get into the air just fell to pieces. So I asked some friends and made arrangements with producer Roberto Laghi (LOK, Mustasch etc.) and Hans Asteberg.
Recording took a couple of days and bam I had my first solo EP.

Fucking NO-ONE got it.

I was trying to make a clean simple post punk-pop record in the vein of early Elvis Costello and the Attractions, Buzzcocks etc. Something so far away from the metal/HC I came from in hope of making it clear that I wasn't trying to go in the same direction... Obvious, one might have thought...

Fat chance Bubba.

Reviewers couldn't get their heads out of their asses and decided that I was metal and that I didn't know how to make music.

Well, it's a couple of years later, and I still think I know how to make music and I still love it just as much. And yes, still being here has made a very very very bitter angry and sad human being, but every song I write I still a refusal to give up, walk away and just fucking kill myself. I believe in music. And even when I hate you, I believe in human beings and our capacity to grow and make positive changes...

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released August 1, 2012

Peter Dolving - vocals and guitar
Johan Reivén- drums and bass
Roberto Laghi - guitar
Bjarne Karlsson - Farfisa

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Peter Dolving Sweden

House Of Dolving is the "roof" under which you will be able to find most of the Peter Dolving projects.

Working closely with soundwizards Tue Madsen, and Fredrik Reinedahl and a whole team of great musicians and songwriters.

Peter Dolving has been recording and touring all over the world since the mid 1990's with ie. The Haunted, MaryBeatsJane and BringTheWarHome.
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Track Name: Peace Of Mind
You're such a fashionable fascist, you're faking that smile.
I can see right through your wellpolished grin.
You're so politically well-endowed; How terribly clean.
I'd like to watch you when you're all alone, you must be a scream.

Well I don't know if I can take much more of this.
Human beings selling non-humanity.
I am almost scared to speak what's on my mind.
I hope you understand that you're just wasting time.

Cause you won't find no peace in our time
til you find some peace of mind.

It's such a laughable lecture, you're stating your case;
You must be taking it for granted that we're all fucking imbecils.
I won't be your american diluted poor excuse,
so take your pisspoor little judgements, I don't fit into your rules.

Well I don't know if I can take much more of this.
Human beings selling non-humanity.
I am almost scared to speak what's on my mind.
I hope you understand that you're just wasting time.

Cause you won't find no peace in our time
til you find some peace of mind.

Human beings, being human. Here's a piece of me to chew on. I would rather stay infatuated by the beauty of it.
Everytime you turn away there's something new that I could do instead of waiting all this waiting.

Nothing ever happens anyway...
Track Name: Dirty Words
Dirty Words

Sometimes I think about the choices we had to make
Love lost and wishes gone down the drains
All my childhood friends passing in parade growing fat quiet and hopeless.

So why am I in such a state?
Still questions unanswered.
You who say you see things straight,
why can't you see things my way?

We used to sit aroud all day and night,
and make plans for tomorrow.
Oh I know you still sit there and ponder,
but somehow you gave up on your dreams.

So tell me, what did you expect? To stay 16 for ever?
With your smalltown punkrock rebellion,
all you have now left is fear, and...

Dirty words, infront of your television.
Drunken slurs about a long lost vision.

I saw the sun dive into the pacific, and I thought about you.
I broke my arm in a fight in Del Fuego, and I thought about you.

Well I know about your pacts and defenses.
How you speak roughly of a misguided youth.

Oh how misguided can love be?

So tell me if I am wrong, when I see hunger in your eyes.
You don't know what you're looking for do you?
It's just never enough.

So build a tower of safe modern products.
Build a tower of grief.
Don't weep. Don't waste your tears.
Save yourself for the 9 o'clock news and,

Dirty words, infront of your television.
Drunken slurs about a long lost vision.

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