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Blood in the water
a look in the eyes
a voice in the wind
of a long lost child
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So we wondered why the world
was always changing colours
to flamboyant, fluorescent grey
and something in between
It kept making us wanting
to draw maps to each other
we painted great big maps but
we made them of each other
”You know how hard it is to
look at the world these days
it makes you question
the ambiguity of living
If you´ve questioned it
you should know by now
that nothing ever is good
enough of an answer”
(So my) grandfather told me
when I was just a little boy
I´ve taken his words
to be those of my own, my own, my own
Finally came the day when
the paint on the maps was dry
the swift stripling made his
way down to the docks
His eyes were closed as
he trundled to the boat
he took the maps and
gazed at the stars
”Please give me guidance and
erase my ragged memories
shine on me like there
was simply no tomorrow
Truncate the feelings that
are caught up inside of me
and inflame my clarity like
the ocean´s intricate authority”
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Why is it so cold outside
where we used to gather
together around the fire
almost each and every day?
Has nobody seen the
brightful colours and
the wonderful melodies
we walk on every day?
Does anybody really listen to
what the ocean has to say?
Life slowly withers
unless we grab onto it
lost are the ones who
cannot make out of it
A deeply disturbing puzzle
a riddle in its clairvoyance
the dreams in our vains are
ready to be returned and burned
They´re burning their dreams inside
but why are they so quiet tonight?
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The boat´s rear is smeared with tar and fear
the great river isn´t just a mere mere
but out here pass the buoys and piers
the air is clear as a single tear
”Throw your goodbyes to the waving current
wave your sad cries to someone else”
someone spilled colours on the great horizon
a man set sail and disappeared to where he had steered
Listening to the ocean as I´m steering my boat
The silence is unbearing like chaos in my throat
The silence is too long...Did I leave so
that our melody would not turn wrong?
Is it wrong to have a heart with a cold song?
She left waiting and now he is sailing on
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Look at him rowing there he goes
he rows just like his heroes
and he knows that he cannot
face the cold and be bold
But he shows resilience
which is valued by the billions
his vows and woes are gone
just like the tip of his tip tip tiptoes
Tip tip hip hipeti hop that´s not a flop
put your drop in a sock and suck the bop
out of my mop what the yuck!?
Still his nose seems to smell
the crisp dawn of dependence
and good old foes with their beaus
are flying out from the windows
Swirling crows are circulating
waiting to start hating
in the sky that is burning
churning with the urge of learning
A silhoutte of this creature
has a familiar feature
of a deserted preacher
or a long lost teacher
The whirling waters are filled
to the brim with black otters
the salty nodders are daughters
to the sons of our slaughters
Now he´s curling in yearling
hurling berling d-d-darlin´
no wait that´s not right
aa let me get it right aa..
Now he´s curling and hurling
to the boat as a yearling
clinging onto the boat
his hand on his throat
singing his song of hope
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There is a harbour where old sailors go
who have heard and felt the current´s flow
my shipwreck it found its way here through
gale, ale and pale males having a few beers
Mostly they talk and I listen
an old captain´s gray hair glistened
in the sun as he told his story
a tale of myth and glory
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Seven wise men were looking
for a scripture of eternal wisdom
they sailed the seven seas together
and suffered the seven deadly sins
”I know you think you are
better than the rest of us by far
but learn this on your way that
journeys do not end in a day”
So the slave in the harbour spoke
before he had his final smoke
he seemed to be a jolly bloke
until his master made him choke
They carried on to other harbours
met a few who had some doubts
someone warned them of a song
as bittersweet as the lips its sung from
”Lift up thy vale, Lilith!”
Adam once sternly spoke
the quarrel that started
was only meant as a joke
The captain put his Bible down
and made an apologetic frown
majestic gestures resembled a clown´s
as he jumped from the ship and drowned
The other men were busy listening
in awe of the most beautiful melody
with ears and eyes wide open
this is what they allegedly heard
”Poke and stir the ashes on stage
of Lady Lazarus full of love and rage
beware beware Lucifer or God as
Icaros burned himself on a facade”
The lullaby of the siren´s vanished
and turned into a threnody from
the ashes they rose with fiery red hair
and ate men like they were air, singing
”Stroke and pur this firefly
fidelity is where it will die
remember the rules Icaros broke
beauty is what made him stoke”
Only one of the seven men was left
he was always the one that was bereft
as he woke up the sirens were gone
he put on his downy cloak and sailed on
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Eyes fixed on the man telling his story
urging with my eyes for him to go on
but the old man was very tired that night
so he gulped down his pint and was gone
Longing to find a decent answer
I rushed barefooted onto the shore
from across the roaring ocean
I could hear her mourning maw
”You wore my heart and then
you tore it and threw it to the wind
your lores have forsaken you
and now your heart is pouring in”
Only a bitter smell of salty water
and the ever present oceanic hum
a hymn for the long since departed
waiting to hear the final drum
On the beach he buried his hands
and listened to the silent rush of
blood streaming in his veins like
the gushing tears in a hush
He noticed a note the sirens had left where
the writing was small and it reeked of death
the scripture only had a few lines
the man looked above and saw the signs
It said: ”From love you start
to the love you depart
there´s a fine line in between
Those moments you can cherish
and the things that simply perish
but it is not yours to be seen”
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I´ve seen the shadows
play in the sea and I
I´ve seen flagships
go down in misery
Been kicking stones and
stories for such a long time
that I can hardly stand straight
without having some wine
With my own two legs
forgotten the names
that once answered when
I called them my own
When I had a reason
to go somewhere
I should be
somewhere else
So the young man decided to go home
and he wandered off to the great unknown
He had not a boat which to attend
but still he had a heart to mend
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I can still remember a lady
how she was softly singing
of a long lost rower is it me
or are the shadows getting lower?
Blow oh great winds blow!
So that my ship can go not so slow
With your guidance can avoid
the rocky shores of the void
Smoothly caressing is the current
which we are all part of but
how can we swim away
from its bosoms?
I want to remember
the songs that we were singing
and the names of all of the gods for
whom we once bowed our heads down
Like crayons we snapped and
coloured the sky with our thoughts
with our burdening heavy thoughts
but they are just thoughts in our head
Do you do you you still remember
a time when there was no time
to waste on nonsense and we
sensed that things were not forlorn?
When we were still not born
and the beast did not have its
great big horn on and
we were ready to be gone
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The current just keeps on flowing
we learn as it keeps on growing
We wonder at the sights it keeps showing
of life and how it mingles with the knowing
Oh rower row your boat like a knower
Oh sailor don´t hoist your sails any lower
but higher higher higher higher!
Sail on home to your love
love is where home is your heart
beating, pounding and every
ounce of you shouting
Sailing through the solemn array of decay
it keeps getting through the ocean´s dismay
onto the shores of things that were lost
his hands and feet are touching the frost
The depth of love and the breath of a life
can vanish just like a knife in the night
so take your knives and cut those cords
which are holding onto these chords
Go ashore and row no more!
So where are you going?
you should be rowing
to where you were going so
go, show, flow, know and row!
Vedessä verta
silmissä katse
tuulessa ääni
eksyneen lapsen
Puut juurineen
maailma tuulineen
ihmiset iloineen
ja murheineen
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Watching the tide ebb and flow
in the pale moonlight´s misty glow
foggy are the memories we lost
learning the price and the cost
Actions are what we must do
decisions that we must go through
trust me there is no time to hide
but listen to the murmuring tide
”The ones that think they know the truth
are most often mistaken
the ones that really do are
always shooting for the moon"
Oh the (gloomy) moon!
While the light of the distant stars fade
and the fragile flowers start to bloom
the lovers find a spot in the shades
softly together humming to a tune
We are all in the shades softly
together humming to a tune
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Recorded in the winter and spring of 2008 in my old apartment at Jyväskylä, Finland and released in May of 2008.
released May 23, 2008
