Volume I

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Released in 2005 by Grooveyard Records
Recorded in Shrimpmonkey Studio
Recorded by Nicholas Elgstrand
Mixed and produced by Nicholas Elgstrand & Kamchatka


01 – Out Of My Way
02 – Seed
03 – No
04 – Mnemosyne Waltz
05 – Mixed Emotions
06 – Wrong End…
07 – Eggshell
08 – Sing Along Song
09 – Incognito
10 – Daddy says


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01 – Out Of My Way

(Andersson)

Oh, you think you’re so clever,
telling me what to do.
In your eyes I’m a loser
’cause I’m nothing like you.
Your shadow is stretching
all over the place
in your idea of living.
You’d better walk away.

You know I’ve been working
so hard all my life.
From the day I turned seven
I’ve been moving on,
so, please, just give me
some time to breathe.
Don’t you play with my mind, now.

Why can’t everybody
see through their third eye,
and be open for changes
so in the future they’ll know.

All the leashes that holds them
will soon give way
to a freedom to live again.
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02 – Seed

(Öjersson)

When you took a
look inside my
self-satisfied mind,
you chose not to
understand these
things you came to find.

I have given something
you couldn’t possibly share with anyone.

Now you sleep with
one eye open.
Fear maintains to shine,
yet, you fail to
see the beauty
in this work of mine.

I have given something
you couldn’t possibly share with anyone.

Feel the seed I’ve
sown inside you
grow into curiosity.
I know one day
you’ll give in to
the wonder what it’s like to be me.

I have given something
you couldn’t possibly share with anyone.
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03 – No

(Öjersson)

Light seeks it’s way on through the cracks,
making it impossible to sleep.
Knowing there will be an attack.
Fleeing up a hill that’s too steep.

I’m filling my life with obligations
which I’m not quite yet certain are mine.
And I’m building up so much frustration
’cause I can’t seem to find enough time.
I have to learn to say no.

Wandering the maze in a mess.
Expectations build walls you can’t see.
The fault is mine, I must confess,
letting people take advantage of me.

I’m filling my life with obligations
which I’m not quite yet certain are mine.
And I’m building up so much frustration
’cause I can’t seem to find enough time.
I have to learn to say no.
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04 – Mnemosyne Waltz

(Öjersson)

I remember everything.
Is that to be my curse?
These images that crowd me,
will they never disperse?
A distorted symbiosis
between now and then.
It seems they will not let go,
not until my last breath.

This can not be real.
This mustn’t be real.
It leaves nothing behind but destruction.
Now, I can not heal,
being stuck in this wheel
that rules out life as an option.

What if time stands still
though things around might change?
You just try to wrestle it,
in ways that may seem strange.
Everything’s worth trying
when you’re in a state like this,
and you’re fed up with crying
over things you don’t miss.

This can not be real.
This mustn’t be real.
It leaves nothing behind but destruction.
Now, I can not heal,
being stuck in this wheel
that rules out life as an option.
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05 – Mixed Emotions

(Andersson)

Sometimes I wish
I wasn’t born.
Mixed emotions
about being here.
My thoughts just keep spinning.
Can’t think clear.
It’s not that I don’t want to
keep things real.

But it’s hard.
So hard.
So hard to feel free.

I wanna talk to people.
Be someones friend.
But I can’t stand this pressure.
Try hard to stay sane.
As I meet you in the street
my head will turn down.
I would wanna get out of there.
Wouldn’t wanna be found.

Oh, it’s hard.
So hard.
So hard to feel free.
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06 – Wrong End…

(Öjersson)

How long
will it take ’til we do something ’bout this?
It can’t be we are supposed to accept this,
though it seems most people do.
And those who don’t
who put their trust in greater powers
by bitterness will be devoured
when they don’t come through.

Ever turning.
Conscience burning.
Never learning
when it’s time.

Can’t we all feel the taste
of everythings meaninglessness
in a collective loneliness
such as this?
What a waste.
Howcome we’d end up in this state?
Our inability to communicate?
We all have opinions about what it is.

Ever turning.
Conscience burning.
Never learning
when it’s time.
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07 – Eggshell

(Öjersson)

Tainted raindrop.
Chemical blue.
Shapeless grey lid,
close in on you.
Diminishing space
each and every day,
yet increasing a distance
for which the coming shall pay.

We live in a time where it means to make sense
for a father to profit at his childrens expense.
To keep draining the earth without putting anything back.
A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked.

Heatwave pounding
a shield grown thin.
Twisted cycles
Empty within.
A legacy left
from generations of sin.
Shameless greed, now, is sucking it in.

We live in a time where it means to make sense
for a father to profit at his childrens expense.
To keep draining the earth without putting anything back.
A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked.

We had it but we sold it.
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08 – Sing Along Song

(Öjersson)

I simply ask you:
Is this all you can do for me?
Well, it ain’t enough.
No, no, no
And if my only other possibility is to
replace it all with numbness
it still seems to be the path less tough.
Is it not so?

Now I hear the pills sing:
“You don’t need the real thing.
Let us all in
and we’ll keep you from sinking.”

And after this jar,
will I ever find my way back
to how things used to be?
No, no, no
You tell me I’m not there by far.
“Here’s a prescription for another pack.
These things take time, you see.”
Is that so?

Now I hear the pills sing:
“You don’t need the real thing.
Let us all in
and we’ll keep you from sinking.”

And I sing along…
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09 – Incognito

(Kamchatka)

Travelling light.
Incognito.

10 – Daddy says

(Öjersson)

Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
how are you today?
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
what did the doctors say?
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
was it too early to tell?
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
you sure do not look well.

But daddy says it’s just the way it’s been done.
Daddy says it’s just the way it’s been done, yes.

Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
you’ve been carefully selected.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig.
Intravenously infected.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
what is now inside you,
guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
you’ll help us find the cure to.

‘Cause daddy says it’s just the way it’s been done.
Daddy says it’s just the way it’s been done, yes.

Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
will not see tomorrow.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
fill me up with sorrow.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
end up in a dumpster.
Guinea-pig, guinea-pig,
making me a monster.

And daddy says it’s just the way it’s been done.
Daddy says it’s just the way it’s been done, yes.
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