Techno Bowl
Written by Jesse Rómlárson

I’m waiting patiently
In an empty dirty room
Where I hear the same notes of songs
On the broadcast radio

I’ll find the revolution there
When the music changes
I’ll be waiting for the day
Waiting for the year

I’m ready for the day
I’m ready for today
I’m ready for the day
When we’ll change our souls and minds

This is the techno bowl
Who told you that rock is dead?
This is the techno bowl
This is a mixture of rock and soul

Who told you that rock is dead?
Who told you that rock is dead?
Who told you that rock is dead?
It’s becoming strong again oh yeah!

Strong again!

That’s why we are listening
So many, many plastic songs
Of many plastic guys
On the broadcast radio

The only things they do
Are dancing and singing like jerks
Enjoying false success
Enjoying false success

And people think those guys
Are super stars
But the only thing they are
A simple kind of flashing lights

This is the techno bowl
Who told you that rock is dead?
This is the techno bowl
When evolution changes music, Oh no!

Who told you that rock is dead?
Who told you that rock is dead?
Who told you that rock is dead?
I’m sure it will be back again

Oh yeah!

And now we ask
Where are the bands of days gone by?
Where is the real rock?
Where is the real pop?
In these days

Where is the love
Where are the three chords?
And the truth
The truth

Let your mind to fly
With your thoughts in the sky
Let your mind to fly
With your thoughts in the sky

Who told you that rock is dead?
Who told you that rock is dead?
Who told you that rock is dead?
I’m sure it will come back

Again!
Oh yeah!