SILENCE AT LAST
IS IT FOR REAL
NAP IS A SHELTER FOR THE WORDS
ARE YOU ASLEEP
AM I AWAKE
TIME STICKS ON MY FACE AND YOU LOOK LIKE A STAR
TIME STICKS ON MY FACE AND YOU LOOK LIKE A STAR
WHO WAS I BEFORE YOU
WHO WAS I BEFORE YOU
PACKED IN HER ARMS
YOUR FACE BREAKS APART
I’LL SEE YOU LATER
SHALL WE CRY
I LET MY CALLS FOLLOW YOUR VOICE
YOUR LITTLE HAND IS WAVING IN THE CAR
YOUR LITTLE HAND IS WAVING IN THE CAR
YOUR LITTLE HAND IS WAVING IN THE CAR
THE WALLS SOUND HOLLOW
I’M LOSING GROUND
I SPIN THE TOPS
UNTIL YOU COME BACK AROUND
WHO WAS I BEFORE YOU
WHO WAS I BEFORE YOU
THE WALLS SOUND HOLLOW
I’M LOSING GROUND
I SPIN THE TOPS
UNTIL YOU COME BACK AROUND
THE WALLS SOUND HOLLOW
I’M LOSING GROUND
I SPIN THE TOPS
UNTIL YOU COME BACK AROUND
I NEVER THOUGHT I’D FEEL THAT OLD
I NEVER SHOULD HAVE SAID THAT
EVERY TIME I’D LIKE TO GO
I’M RUNNING BUT I FEEL TRAPPED
WELL EVERYONE IS FIGHTING FOR
A DROP OF PEACE ON THEIR BACK
I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE YOU OLD
I NEVER SHOULD HAVE GUESSED THAT
I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE YOU’RE OLD
I NEVER SHOULD HAVE GUESSED WHAT
I’M A HUMAN
SCATTERED SHOWERS IN SIGHT
I’M A WOMAN WITH A TEEN IN MY VOICE AT NIGHT
I NEVER THOUGHT I’D FEEL THAT OLD
I NEVER SHOULD HAVE SAID THAT
EVERY TIME I’D LIKE TO GO
I’M RUNNING BUT I FEEL TRAPPED
EVERYONE IS FIGHTING FOR
A DROP OF PEACE IN THEIR GLASS
I’M NO WOMAN
SCATTERED SHOWERS IN SIGHT
I’M A HUMAN WITH A SCREAM IN MY VOICE 'CAUSE
YOU WERE SILENT WHEN IT ALL WENT WRONG
YOU WERE CARELESS BUT I FELT AT HOME
YOU IMAGINED US THE WAY YOU WANTED
YOU KEPT QUIET WHEN YOU SHOULD HAVE
BURNED OUR BODIES DOWN
BURNED OUR BODIES DOWN
BURNED OUR BODIES DOWN
I’LL LISTEN BY MYSELF FOR A WHILE
I’LL REVEL BY MYSELF FOR A WHILE
I’LL LISTEN BY MYSELF FOR A WHILE
I’LL REVEL BY MYSELF FOR A WHILE
I’M STAYING WITH MYSELF FOR A WHILE
I TRAMPLE ON MY THOUGHTS
THEY ALL HAVE FALLEN
MY HEART IS READY FOR A REVOLUTION
CHIPS OF INNOCENCE ARE FLYING AROUND LIKE BUTTERFLIES
I’M NOT TIRED ANYMORE
I’M TOO AWAKE TO SLEEP
I LOVE THE SMELL OF AIR
IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO I AM
JUST LOOK AT THE CHILDHOOD IN MY MOVES
FOR THE LIGHTYEARS TO COME
ALL BAD WILL TURN GOOD
WHEN YOU ASK ME TO DANCE
WE ALL ARE BEGINNERS
WE’LL DIE BEGINNING
OUR SUPERNOVA HEARTS
ARE ALWAYS BURNING
LEADING THE WAY
I’M NOT TIRED ANYMORE
I’M TOO AWAKE TO SLEEP
AN INSTANT LOST IN TIME
IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO I AM
JUST LOOK AT THE CHILDHOOD IN MY MOVES
FOR THE LIGHTYEARS TO COME
ALL BAD WILL TURN GOOD
WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE CHILDHOOD IN MY MOVES
FOR THE LIGHTYEARS TO COME
ALL BAD WILL TURN GOOD
WHEN YOU ASK ME TO DANCE
I SAW EVERYTHING
OUR MONKEY FEET
PRINTED IN MY HEAD
IT SATURATES MY EARS
I SAW HEARTS OF GOLD
BUT IS GOLD FOR KINGS?
SHE GIVES HIM HER HAND
BUT HE SETS IT FREE
AND NOW SHE BURNS HIM DOWN
NO NOTHING EVER STOPS
AND I FEEL SO OLD
I SAW EVERYTHING
OUR MONKEY FEET
PRINTED IN MY HEAD
IT SATURATES MY EARS
I SAW HEARTS OF GOLD
BUT IS GOLD FOR KINGS?
SHE GAVE HIM HER HAND
BUT HE SET IT FREE
AND NOW SHE BURNS HIM DOWN
NO NOTHING EVER STOPS
AND I FEEL SO OLD
I SAW EVERYTHING
SUCH A TRAGEDY
FAREWELL TO THE SUN
AND THE GROWING TREES
IT’S A PERFECT PLACE
FOR DEAD MEN TO LIVE
BURIED IN THE GROUND
FOR ETERNITY
BURIED IN THE GROUND
FOR ETERNITY
supported by 5 fans who also own “Hello Future Me - Alternate versions by Christian Garcia-Gaucher”
2nd listen: a dream within a dream within a dream. Even if you wake up you can never be certain it's over.
1st listen: potent and soothing, graceful and deformed, long but too short. This record is large, it contains multitudes. nofatclips
This Nashville trio make ultra-catchy indie rock (in the '90s sense of the term) with taut musicianship and a freewheeling spirit. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2021
supported by 5 fans who also own “Hello Future Me - Alternate versions by Christian Garcia-Gaucher”
Argh, I missed them last week when they supported Spidergawd not far from me. Howver, this served as the trigger to buy their latest album.
As the predecessor's title proudly claimed, it'is Norwegian Gothic that Kjetil Nernes and his wife Karin Park deliver. Imagine Sixteen Horsepower minus the Americana ingredients but keep the obsessive tone ;-)
I find myself hard pressed to name a favorite track, so that might subject to frequent change... Carsten Pieper