1. |
Angel Blues
04:36
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A blue angel passed me by
She noticed me and made me wonder why
She'd been smiling throughout the evening
Crowning my heavy thoughts that have no ceiling
(my senses just kept on reeling)
He leaves a thousand blue leaves behind
Leave the blues she says and you might find
Lonely poets fooled to think they are free
Looking for treasures washed away in the sea
(see what you can see)
Lost in their numbness in different ways
Still craving for that one love-filled gaze
No comfort in the cold of the sleepless night
Thoughts are like pearls but the oysters are
(clamped too tight)
All of a sudden the trafficlights turned blue
And then there we were, it was just me and you
Searching for the great unknown
Willing to call it our home
(wanting to make it on our own)
Let the sunshine in she said
Then she laughed and to her world she fled
Let us have this blue, dreaming moment of ours
Never go to bed though dream for hours
(they can call us cowards)
I swear in your eyes I could see the truth
The passion and rhythm, fire, our youth
What good are they if I can't hold you tight?
Just an empty room telling me it'll be alright
(maybe but not tonight)
I'm writing you this lonely love letter
Though I guess it won´t make it any better
You are chained to someone else
Just like Washington and its wells
(mhmm, what else)
Lived memories are like distant stars
Eventually fading like the deepest of scars
Seek refuge under the smallest of things
Cold winter of a shapeless heart's twisted wings
A man of too many missions and tasks
Fails in love holding up all of those masks
Learns that love is actually always just starting
Once you begin you are already departing
Falling in love whilst falling asleep
Falling into my own thoughts too deep
Falling asleep whilst falling in love
Like a blind, wingless dove
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2. |
Anyroad
04:26
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You told me once
to get lost
well I got lost
only to find you
You told me
to take a hike
well I took a hike
only to find you
You thought that
we were through
but we were
just beginning
Legs for the lame or
thoughts for the tame
for me it´s always the same
games of recognized fame
Boredom and shame
laws without a game
songs without a name
gents without a dame
Don't you frown
acting like a clown
your gown go down
round the table go
(round and round)
Take her from behind
pretending to be blind
I am not that kind
or think I am kind
My fascination of elation
gives me a sensation of vibration
an irritation of excitation oh please
make me forget about starvation!
Not able to make up my mind
breaking everything I find
uneasy to simply just unwind
or just be still and grind my teeth
To ever feel that never gain
is to enter and leave the main
gates of love in vain
without hesitation or pain
Oh can you hear the maidens sing
they don´t sing about a damn thing
they sing their golden siren swing
let aloof on a prayers wing
Can you hear the maidens call
they call and call until you fall
into the great depths of the hall
of lost opportunities installed
Making sure we are pure
though we will never find a cure
for this disease as we´re on our knees
the pain will not leave us at ease
It sometimes feels so damn plain like
crashing into a skyscraper with a plane
or spending a relaxing holiday in Spain
or crying alone in the autumn rain
Great tadpole what´s your name
have you come here to raise the dead
what´s your purpose? what is mine?
Are you still spinning around
in my head and on the bed
spending away the hours
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3. |
April´s Fools
03:41
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Blinded by blindness
untouched by kindess
your beauty might be the route but
you´re mute (sic) as a distracted flute
I´ve grown intolerant to most
the greedy, the needy and the speedy
oligarch men in democratic suites
putting on their fathers´ flattering boots
Just sit like a brit full of it
get a hit or get hit
machst du mit?
this is the repairing kit
for the philosophy of the bullshit
I will be ready and fit or
just die and call it quits
or get out of my wits, dreaming
of the perfect pair of mmm.ttt..fits..lips?
Makes you go insane
thinking of changing the lane
leaving behind a blood stain
or a thoughtless brain
Some say that the
beauty of exquisite fine art
is to turn ugly into beautiful
a turd into a tart
Unkind are the blind that do not mind
some find that combined you can find
a fart can sound like the wind going wild
a weapon is a kite in the hands of a child
Come up to me, see a tree
and free yourself from this
merry-go-round (and round)
All these empty talkers just laugh and laugh
like they don't get enough oxygen gasp gasp
sometimes it feels like an extended skit
in between the most truthful body/mind split
All you beautiful, empty
creatures in here have a beer
the old zoo keeper will smell your fear
tonight we shout our woo-hoos
and moo-moo´s and tomorrow
we will be laughing on our way
to the slaughterhouse
Are you man or a mouse?
Could it be that we are not free?
Like grains of sand
I once held in my hand those
soft prunes turned out to be dunes
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4. |
Burning Alexandria
03:42
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He wrote himself a long letter
to be opened when he was dead
the king had been warned about
the great misfortunes he´d shed
Walked through the chamber of answers
with questions that rushed through his head
he kneeled down before the drawbridge
coughed and drew his last breath
And the queen stood sadly on the castle tower
she´d made up her mind and was pretty sour
she had walked on the river for almost an hour
she closed her eyes and started to devour
The knights stood galantly for the princess
who soon was to choose whom to wed
in the dark corners of the kingdom
they whispered of the lives she had led
One knight was surely the lucky one
the one whose sword was all red
blood-red like the hair on the princess
who curled like smoke on the wedding bed
The pots and pans in the messy kitchen
flew around like a headless chicken
the head chief chef he called it quits while the
servants were doing sommersaults and spilts
None of them saw
the light that shone
from the riverbank
Only the jestering
fool stood still and
watched the endless spill
of light
of light
light
Maroon and white
burning bright
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5. |
Cortege
05:04
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The rays of light are slowly sweeping
a world blinded by the shining sun
through dust the beams are bending
and descending into mortal beings
We walked into a city full of strangers
who wanted to change the world
We spent those summer days joyously
waiting for that glorious cortege to arrive
played with the chords of one another
but didn't bother making any melodies
We decided to build our own hideout
near the river of endless sad dreams
Finally the battered strangers came
their faces shun no glory or fame
hands as cold and firm as their gaze
but they kept on talking as if in a maze
The city was still young as fall gathered
fog and light were melting into one
in the haze of those tired afternoons
we´d have biscuits and tea with cartoons
We listened to the strangers so quietly
of chains and bars, maidens and scars
The woman in her longing
made beautiful snow angels
as winter was tuning in
fading out everything else
We would become strangers in a city
and wanted to change the world
I knew that they came because of you
they said that they were just passing through
the strangers stayed up all night and
stood with their dreams like statues made of ice
Lifted up the dreamy blankets
wondered what they really yerned
had they taught, had he learned
The circuslions were sleeping oh so tight
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6. |
Dabblers
04:09
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The same old questions
with the same old answers
but few if none are true
Tell me where is the key
to unlock all of these
great mysteries
Count me in
lets go out
come and shout
with no doubt
you can leave
it all behind
A game of petanque
in the hailstorm
at six a.m up north
It´s as good of an answer
and proof that you have lived
and loved and more
They were dumb
love was fun
time was young
right was wrong
their lives had just begun
And they don't give a damn
if we´re crying in the rain
they don't have a clue
if we´ve shed a tear or two
Nothing ever seems
to be just right for the moment
closer to the cochonnet
know those tears were shed for you
Now nobody seems to
remember how it all was
did they seek the knowledge
that we once saught?
Few and scattered
are the souls at peace
to find a meaning here
with great calmness and ease
If you learned a lesson there
recall what they taught
and what you thought
with your own thoughts saught
Driving home
from the north
and the sun is shining
at six a.m in the south
Guess we never
caught the minds
of the great landscapes
that escaped our precious souls
So we laughed
and we cried
and we wondered
why the world was
always changing
changing
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7. |
Debris
02:30
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Seeping through the silence
where old men departed
streaking through the meadows
where young maidens started
Their quest in love
their test to be a dove
Love which is born in
the age of those hours when
their names are called and
they bow to give their flowers
(take their towers)
Lust is the vessle
which guides their actions
demons lurk and angels
count their fractions
(as mountains start to move)
Maybe they are goddesses
maybe they are just illusions
the old men are streaking now
in the heavenly breathless meadows
Without illusions
full of confusion
A maiden's task is to
turn the rivers into gold
but how can they do this
if they are in a firm hold
Demons don't lurk no more
angels sigh and whisper
this has been a jolly ride
but what is there really
what is there left to prove?
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8. |
Goosebumps
05:10
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(You want to be somebody else
but please don't hide or disguise yourself)
Affraid of the light affraid of the dark
of being alone of having a heart
counting the stars alone on the bay
the lights of the bay take my mind away
So far away from all that I´ve lost
closer the tears turning into frost
they´re turning into frost
Look at them shining, a display of wonders
they somehow remind me of all of my blunders
too close to my thoughts, a bit away from home
all I can say is that I want back to Rome
Where I could roam or idling away in Bandol,
mon amie je suis jolie, très bon cherie oh Lola
c´est la vie, ca suffit, rié! bon bon
Affraid of the dark affraid of the light
of giving it up without a good fight
did I do enough, why is it getting cold
have I lost my faith or just gotten old?
So much is lost by saying these words
but not much is gained by looking at birds
Memories are lost in the haze of those bars
which stand in the way of nature's own arms
is something gained by counting the stars?
is something lost by showing your scars?
Alone on the beach, I beg you to reach
reach like a bullkelp or strech like a leach
now is the time to teach what you preach
my dearest peach, my dreams you still bleach
So little time to say goodbye, fairwell
unlock the gates of this prison cell
Suck it up, buttercup really, don't dwell
A demon's laughter can be a frantic yell
quiet as mice whispering in a church bell
Should I go down and drown them in a well
Or run to the wilderness and imitate a bell?
Ding dong ding dong
sing doth your song
m-hmm m-hmm mm
Just enough light to finish my song
to bid you a fond fairwell, adieu and move on
trust me my friends this won't take too long
all you have to do is just sing along
Come sing a long
come sing along
and sing sing sing
sing sing this song
sing this song
Don´t leave your coat on
because this is your song
On and on, until the break of dawn when
morning tunes on and new troubles spawn
look at that gracefully dancing young fawn
faunas flourish and freedom is as guilty as love...gone.
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9. |
High Lights
03:50
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By dawn's early light
I caught a glimpse of a sight
which made me understand
why we all need a helping hand
In the bite of the winter´s cold
I felt myself very old
withering like a kite
shivering through the night
I was coughing up bloody mold
all the stories had already been told
startled as a star that had been
too far where you are with my heart
She was all too bright
too gorgeous a sight
Free as a kite
begging for delight
white from fright
The juvenile trial of love's trite
might be a meaningless rite
but the bite of the might it gives
you to blight...mm-hmm,
I still miss her shite
Oh man did we fight!
and she was always right
both hands working in the still
of the night, carving out light
I beg you don't lose the fight
give into the night
I know you just might
enjoy the light take
our flight to the heights
Why couldn't we stay?
Why did it have to be that way?
Come whatever may?
Answer just that okay?
What is the verdict?
What do you say?
When there's a will
there's a way?
Yay or nay?
In the nightlife´s high lights
I´m not seeing any more sights
which would make me understand
why we all need a helping hand
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10. |
Holy Heathens
02:47
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Everyone needs a hero baby
everyone needs a god (or so they say)
but only few of us are heroes maybe
and no one is a god (per se)
Everyone needs courage darling
to fight for something to them is real
but none of us have courage really
and nothing in this world is real
Someone needs a new religion
someone needs a smoke to ease the pain
everyone seems to need each other
but nobody seems to ever gain
Someone needs an old ideology
to keep the hope up for a better world
the seeds are planted firmly in the soil
visions of change change visions
Please don't come by
making all these
ridiculous demands
Don't you
dare to say
that I didn't warn
you beforehand
Trust me you
must
believe me
when I say
I know how
hard it is to
just believe
in something
Of course you don't need to believe
in a world full of endless possiblities
I know you might not want to hear this
but the world believes in you
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11. |
Hooked Hearts
03:53
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Some are made to believe
that the world is a good place
they have the power
of belief in denial
The songs that they´ve been singing
for centuries and decades
echo in the hallways
of time that is lost
And no one with that melody
can be safe tonight
oh fathers of tranquility
save this darkened child tonight
The power of bliss
and the freedom to mourn
is like taming a beast
by grabbing its horn
He reached for an old casette
from the bosom of his raincoat
where a lady is softly singing
of a long lost rower
I´ve lately been forgetting
the names of all our gods
wonder if they´ll still recognize
me and remember my song
The parking meter steadily
is showing zero tolerance
a time made of their melodies
is harvesting the crops
And no one with those melodies
can be saved tonight
oh mothers of stability
bliss this dying bride from fright
The burden of knowledge
and the force to be born
is blissful as anything
that is still not forlorn
So the vagabond licked
his lips full of honey
he looked at me and sang his
own beautiful melody
And he sang his song
and not a note was wrong
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12. |
Laurel Trees
04:20
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Hey
Finally something started
to happen on that sunny day
the laurel trees in the park
took a last look at the sun's rays
There was a beaming smile
and a hope that we once may
take our love anywhere but
never ever really give it away
We tried and cried to
cherish each and every day
watching as they dried out
and slowly faded away
I went before they came
to bash, destroy and mame
the memories that still remain
only inside a picture frame
So you umm..?
Made up a story I lost hope and glory said
I was sorry we couldn't look at the starry
night sky shining like our eyes in the dark
wondering if time will set us free
Sometimes when I'm thinking
of you it comes back to me
the harbour of waiting, the hurt
the agony and insanity
Maybe we were canes to each other
maybe just a ball and chain
but how can you be able to walk
without a cane..when you are lame?
How can you be Able without Kane?
Should practice my aim
and just deal with the pain
but how can I try to explain
that you are still a stain in my vain
Only the soft touch of rain
and the tears that still remain
time here is measured in grains
pain is engraved inside your name
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13. |
Transients
04:36
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Mmm maybe one day we could all fly away
I once met a man who told me
the things I see in front of my eyes
will slowly wither and pass away
be lost to time and space well
He himself slowly passed away
life in his eyes seemed to fade away
put out like a candle in the rain
but still in my mind he seemed to be smiling
His words still echo in my head
”One day everything you see will decay”
in some ways it seems all too strange
to be no more, no I to even sing or play
All these different antinomies
rush in my mind like the darkest of seas
Where does the universe really end?
To an immortal soul which I can defend?
Is it God at the end of the universe
catching me and putting my soul to ease?
The boundaries of my own thoughts
I just can't seem to please
The seasons change, though some things
seem to always stay the same in every way
still no one will have what we've had
each and every glance is a newborn world
Perish and pass away we will
these moments carry on my friend
even if time and space should end
there was once me and you here...there...somewhere
So let us burn as brightly as we can
vanishing is just a form of a demand
hold my hand and walk with me
until the horizon meets the sea
All those moments will be lost in time
like tears in the rain or a bottle of good wine
transience, my demon, my stone devil
look into my eyes and see me smiling
Mmm maybe one day we could all fly away
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Jonas Saari Finland
Hey! I am Jonas,
an actor and singer/songwriter born in 1985, currently living in Helsinki, Finland.
I hope you enjoy my music and if so, please do connect!
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