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The Archipelago Man
04:28
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Nothing came from it
Although he had a marvellous time, as always
He felt it was a city in decline
The economy has tanked
And the sportsmen started to lose
But he could not keep hold of his own name
He thought, the moment you're established, you start to decay
That standing still is a sucker's game
So he left before his mind grew weary and his beard turned grey
He left the station with a briefcase full of ideas
Never conservative, over-cautious or cowardly
Take what is unlimited and summon what is free
There is never a final stop, only opportunity
Remember, there's an eclectic brilliance as far as your mind can see
Leave the stranger from the office building to stew in obscurity
Stride off toward your particular account of prosperity
Where your exclusiveness isn't based on others' morality
(There was)
A blinding glimpse of the obvious
An irrefutable and straight path
A clear choice and a decisive move
An inspirational speech in a bourgeios home tonight
(Tonight)
Dreams only come alive at night
You never really get what you would like: Often, not even what you need
The only thing you can decide is what to do and who to please
Struggle against the indifference, because there never is much of a chance
What you are and who you can be is the only thing that even matters to me
A fighting chance for the obvious
Something more than a fading choice
It's all in your head
It's all you can have tonight
It's all you can have tonight
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I'm Not an Islander
04:50
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The islands will never be home to me
Even though there'll be a special place
For the Pupil Hill, the Old Street and the Tollhouse
But these islands will never be home to me
I am from a house by an old lake
And I'm searching for a place
Where no one knows my name
I come from a city by a lake
And I'm searching for a place
And I'm searching for a space
Looking for the spot, never discovered
Free from prejudice, comittments and strife
Where I can enjoy the particular and peculiar fire
The particular and peculiar fire raging inside
Inside of me
I come from a house by an old lake
And I'm searching for a place
Where I can lay my head
I grew up in a city by a lake
And I'm searching for a place
And I'm searching for a name
When I see, I feel like no one's alive
When I feel, I see that's mostly lies
Strongly feeling, this city will never rise
There's a city waiting for me
Full of fight and loving life
An unending saga, an amazing domain
With a comforting veneer of familiarity
Leave the city that spawned this corroded life
Forget the pettiness of these damned times
Take up refuge in a stream of signs
Find direction among all those different lines
Make your mind up, set your price
The endgame: ”Home is a state of mind”
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Alpha Male
06:41
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Could this be a feeling I am feeling?
I shouldn't have had to suffer this indignity
We have become prosthesis gods, addicted to authority
Stains on the name of God: I read them on the ceiling
Hang your head in recollection of the day
A token of love, an appeasment strategy
In all likelihood, didn't need the excuse to roll over
Begging for food
Begging for truth
Begging for blood
Conviction of a dim presentiment
Salvation merged into the influence
But I possess so much self-control
To take up the position as an alpha male
A gaggle of followers
I don't care for their social displays
In front of some altar
They cannot even retain their own names
Here in my bed as the time drips on
They walk in and out, changing papers
I present my buttocks
The light is mild, the room is warm
I don't work
I don't love
I can barely be said to exist at all
On certain evenings, I felt sympathy
But it was blunted all those years ago
Lying here at the end of all my struggles now
I hate the one that I've become dependent on
Conviction of a dim presentiment
Salvation merged into the influence
But I possess so much self-control
To step into position as an alpha male
I change my mind again
About the methods behind the mischief
No one should be subjected to indignity
That's why I'll make sure to keep a hidden stash of pills
Conviction of a dim presentiment
Salvation merged into the influence
But I possess so much self-control
I don't deserve to be the alpha male
On certain evenings, I felt sympathy
But it was blunted all those years ago
Lying here at the end of all my struggles now
I hate the one that I've become dependent on
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Song to Rock
03:27
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I've never felt this way in myself
Like I'm in control
I need to step outside of myself
To rock 'n roll
Playing my guitar
In a room without a light
Put myself to the test
And in the end, it feels all right
But I can be so blind
Need to pretend I'm someone else
To be me
But I might lose track of whatever it is
I want to be
When you're confined in your preconcieved ideas
Your own identity
May construct your enemies
But I can be so difficult
The stage is set for the bold to take
By force of by hand
As I force my hand
To make the weak understand
I'm not gonna play my guitar anymore
I've been trying to stop
The guitar is a luxury I cannot afford
I'm not ready to rock
And I didn't play my guitar for about seven years
Directing machine
From a podium in my mind
Whilst collecting the names
And smashing the chimes
When you're confined in your preconcieved ideas
Your own identity
May convince you to be sincere
And do it one more time
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Never Postpone Joy
03:50
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Some roads are easy, some roads are cruel
Standing by the water, gazing at the sound
Realizing now that life will never be the same
I'll never bring those pieces together
Death is sorrowful: Always haunting, always present
Sorrow will keep on coming in our race against time
The sun sets, and darkness surrounds us all
Remember: A life story needn't be unfortunate at all
I've come to know the cold, I think of it as home
Even now when death has come, it seems it wasn't long ago
That our little struggles would resolve into a truce
Let it be that way again: Never postpone joy
I saw the wave: It rolled onto the beach
Never forgotten when the heart isn't lost
Sorrow will come and sorrow will go
On the streets of Heaven tonight
There's no need to live in the past
We're all born, we worry a lot, and then we die
So before it's you who heads for the inevitable dark
Remember: A life story needn't be unfortunate at all
I've come to know the cold, I think of it as home
Even now when death has come, it seems it wasn't long ago
That our little struggles would resolve into a truce
Let it be that way again: Never forego love
Just a little longer: A little endless dream
”Never” is a long time and ”joy” is up to you
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Easier air and a softer breeze
on the way back to the houses downtown.
When you're one of the important ones, you never have the time
to drive down and sign up for the show,
laugh at the rank and file.
It is a mean thing, but it is also fun.
The girls never love you for who you are: They love the comfort of their dream.
Abuse and resentment is the catalyst for accomplishment.
Talk in the analogue phone. Talk for a little while.
Let me talk about the Big Freeze, talk a bit about that mess.
We come full circle; It's what drives my libido.
Unpaid overtime with the other boys down in the office hall.
A little something something extra on the paycheck this coming fall.
Educated proffessionals, squeezing the last inspired drops
out of this wounded and stumbling economy.
What’s your goal and ultimate destination? A solid mortgage in the bank.
A good-enough job and a real comfortable spouse.
Someone who awaits your arrival.
Someone who lies waiting for you when you are coming home.
There is always something missing.
We’re the copies of our yesterday personae,
feeling and living as their slightly paler friends
It takes a while to realize: The whole world is changing.
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7. |
My Old Friend
05:15
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Dippy smile on your face
Well, I gave you a mystery
The lux of the tedium
Let's not borrow trouble
A grand old time
A sundress, radiant and clear
On European front steps
Someone to make you fall
I used to see the world in fragments
And so this is my tale
Transient as fire
And enraged at life
Old buddy, only the kings rise
Smell the stink of the great question
Stop hanging onto this god damned mess
The circus lie is fun, but it is tough
Disrepair in an indifferent embrace
It's for another time, in another place
And friends, you don't recognize this face
The times are different
Disconcerted and wildly ambitious
Now I heard you got married
Maybe that's true
A little tuneful reminiscence
But now, I'm whistling a different tune
You were the one I really wanted
One of those you can't forget
But now, I'm throwing it wild and free
Reusing old graves
A townhouse in a luxourious city
Locked in a photographic box
The vice of the commonplace
You will walk away alone tonight
Reusing old graves
Oh baby baby baby, only the kings rise
Stand up and smell the stink of the great question
Nothing to be gained by an explanation
I miss the caressing touch of your flesh
Once, there was only darkness
But look around, let the light surround you
Stop hanging onto this god damned mess
The circus lie is fun, but it is tough
You know, it's for another time – Another cry
Shadows and dampness in a cold embrace
And mother, you don't understand
The absurdity of the contemporary
Windy, ambitious and puffed up with pride
An unwavering belief in our virtues
This combination of recklessness and discipline
Virtues, subverted in something darker
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8. |
Someone Better
05:01
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I'd write you letters 'bout my hopes and fears
I'd send them in envelopes from Credit Suisse
Stories 'bout walking along a lake in a city of rejects
A place between essence and descent
There was beauty in the imminence
There was nobility in awe
You were an angel before the light
And I can't help crying because all I want is your smile
I'm coming up, only to see you
I'm coming up, only to be with you
For a short while
For a short while
When every murmur has been heard
And every phrasing has been used
Trying to breathe life in something you know was stillborn
But it's hard to distinguish what really matters, in whom you can really trust
Clinging on to a thought that should have lived many years ago
But you never want to hear that you were someone better before
God knows that brings me down
You say you don't love someone new
I can't say the same: I'm in love with no one special
But when you were here with me, the singers kept on singing
But when days turn to weeks turn to months
It's hard to tell apart what really matters and who to trust
You never want to know, you were someone better before
I love that smile
Too bad for me; I couldn't see it before she turned me down
The scrutiny of the gratefulness
But you're always the angel before the light
I came, only to see you
I came, only to be with you
For a short while
For a short while
I'm coming up, only to see you
I'm coming up, only to be with you
I came, only to see you
I came, only to be with you
For a short while
For a short while
For a short while
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9. |
One Last Summer
05:09
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Miracles don't come easy, but I wish they would
I wanna believe, and I promise to stand where you stood
At these times, a miracle is all that it counts for
But all I know is that these don't count for much
This time I know it's really coming down
Even though my gaze is lowered
Nothing to conceal what's in front of me
Even when my eyes are covered
The little signs
I know it's out of line but I know it's now
I feel your burning eyes
Because of love, nothing's ever fair
I can't feel what you feel, and I don't know
I'll never know of the memories you hold
All that is left is the slowly overpowering realization
That someone who's been present all your life
Will slowly depart, never to return again
Watching and hurting as the last lights fade away
This time I know it's really going down
Even though my eyes are covered
Nothing to conceal what's in front of me
Even when my face is lowered
All these things
I know it's out of line but I know it's time
I feel your burning eyes
Because of love, nothing's ever fair
I can't feel what you feel, and I don't know
I'll never know of the memories you hold
There's never enough time: Plenty of blame to go around
When someone is moving on, moving to the ceaseless ground
The one that you love is the one you know will take you higher
Hear the clouds crack open and see the sky get brighter
I know it's really coming on
Even when my gaze is lowered
Nothing can conceal what's in front of me
Even when my eyes are covered
These days, there isn't even any solace
In that there couldn't have been any other way
Some day, I hope you'll realize
That the memories will never fade away, no
(Never fade away)
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10. |
My Secret Life
03:49
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This dream, this life, this condition
All my despair and all my fights
My relief, my pride, my lies
My late-night collapse
It's my secret life, but it disfigures me
Share in the failing
Of the economy
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead, dead
A blood-red sky, a shakedown
A rapidly deteriorating situation
It ain't a colourful metaphor for my life
It's a huge sack of shit in the middle of my life
Living alone
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Look: There's no denying this
That overall, I'm happy as can be
I want to appease the world
It's really a gift, but it disfigures me
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead
I'd like to be dead, dead, dead...
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11. |
Nowhere Else to Go
07:19
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Try to walk a mile in my shoes
Try the creek by the end of the stream
There's a castle, still standing there
But it is not what it seems
There is a new dawn here
Yet another fight for the new breed
Every three years or so, there must be
A new catastrophe for the world to see
“The great redeeming feature of poverty is that it annihilates the future”
It has come to a point where there is
Nowhere else to go but forward
So, dear ami, do what you will
I do what I must
I don't know much and I don't know this
Sometimes, it gets so hard to care
There was a Mexican girl in my mind
But she was ousted a while ago
By a notion of a better day
Zürich and Baale are closing in
It might be so that the anguish will level
And, one day, fade away
“The great redeeming feature of poverty is that it annihilates the future”
It has come to a point where there is
Nowhere else to go but forward
So, dear ami, do what you will
I do what I must
Is the old school still standing there?
Beside the house in which you were born
Where the first love faded away
Is the silence still there?
The one right after all was said and done
After you hear them calling for your soul
I guess time will tell us
Who was on track and who was left behind
I can follow the path in front of me
I don't build up illusions no more
There's no room here anymore
And I need to get out of here
I hope you will be somewhere safe
When the hammer comes down
And lays judgment on us all
When everything will change
“The great redeeming feature of poverty is that it annihilates the future”
It has come to a point where there is
Nowhere else to go but forward
So, mon ami, do what you will
I do what I must
I do what I must
I do what I must
I do what I must
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a truth called nothing Stockholm, Sweden
The European atheist art-rock band, a truth called nothing, is made up of contrasts: they combine hi-i with lo-fi, death with joy. They have been active since the new millenium began, collaborating heavily with the european movement to legalize assisted suicide, as well as emerging at the forefront of the online phenomenon "Borgarkrossarna" ("The Bourgeois Breakers"). ... more
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