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Tension
I'm in control in this domain
I feel at home inside the maze
it keeps me safe it keeps me clean
I step aside into the shade
I'm here to watch to read the signs
I walk alone I go unseen
from place to place in fading light
I move ahead along the tracks
pre-millennium tension
your premonition
your guillotine
there's something wrong you feel it too
I read your mind an open book
I sense your fears it's in your bones
a grinding stone a crushing load
you dream at night in shallow sleep
the demons' breath is in the air
it will not pass these are the days
so pay attention you are not alone
words: j. montelius
music: e. simonsson
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Leviathan
I watch minutes grow to hours and how seasons build the ages
every winter dies in sunlight only to be born again
and the rainfall feeds the forests while the lightning strikes the trees
turning giants into dust fertile ashes on the ground
I see them going down to the water
where they embrace the silent waves
slowly they're swallowed by the water
and their breath ascending to the sky
I see them now floating in the water
carried away, carried away
I see wasteland turn into gardens watching oceans giving birth
to fragile little creatures born to grow and multiply
and the children of the children of the firstborn claims the land
building fences for protection from their brothers' greedy grasp
I watch kingdoms rise and crumble and the nations come and go
only new names for the same things once the limit has been reached
now I see them lose their interest in the deeds that have been done
and the wisdom that's been found as they return to whence they came
words: j. montelius
music: e. simonsson
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2 d
I am the big man restless the living past and future
a fraction of a second and now is lost forever
my mirror image a picture in the static
transcending through the present a fracture in the rhythm
electric icon culture in twenty frames a second
bright confusion controlling my emotions
I keep my mind sedated with useless calculations
I see that time is endless and shrink to insect size
I leave the flow of time
free from gravitation
I leave the flow of time
free from respiration
in segments days are passing relentless as a legion
yet silent like assassins a poison in my bloodstream
reluctant but impatient I sit and measure minutes
so conscious counting fragments my lasting moments vanish
my mode of operation is two-dimension thinking
I keep my world from growing ignoring all perspective
in perfect isolation I freeze my lust for learning
in stillness beauty lingers as rivers in the winter
my senses tuned to nothing a nervous system shutdown
in blissful meditation I'm safe from stimulation
I don't believe in heaven and science can not help me
retreating from the living I leave the flow of time
words: j. montelius
music: e. simonsson |
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Wind of the north
I filtered the wind to sense the colours of the air
projecting the graphs describing past and future
the shapes of the living and the calamity they bear
clairvoyance became a word far too weak
cynicism, awareness interlaces into grace
a beauty from which my valedictory came
forgive what seems sinister and crude to face
forgive my conviction to save these skies
the wind of the north seems pleasant and lush
compared to the chill in my eyes at the time
the wind of the north obeys none but me
calm as a sun while deleting you all
a withering process was programmed and set
annihilation unfortunately inhibited itself
in the name of humanity the dissonance spread
the heavenly became so rippled and blurred
dimensional rift that defines our existence
fragile and weak while mankind lasts
to trigger the device that corrects and resets
focusing on routs neglecting the past
words: c. nachmanson
music: c. nachmanson & e. simonsson
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Riot
I'm waiting for the plane to crash and burn
I like the smell of burning kerosene
I'm feeding on the thrill of primal fear
I want my share of fluid endorphine
it seems they just sit and wait for sleep
I really need to see if there is something more
in danger I perceive my world so clear
I force myself to stretch the envelope
there's a party going on
we'll all be here dancing underground
there's a riot going on
we'll all be here dancing underground
I'm freezing to the bone on the arctic storms
naked in the cold I'm feeling so alive
I'm searching for the last uncharted land
I hope to find someone else like me
don't listen to the fools that hold you back
for you will achieve what they can only dream
now escape the grip of good old common sense
and trust yourself for reaching further on
words: j. montelius
music: e. simonsson
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I am
I am the rhythm and the noise
I am the voices in your blood
I am the logic and the lust
I am the poison in your breath
I am the shepherd and the wolf
I am the fire in your chest
I am the water and the stone
I am the hammer in your hands
words: j. montelius
music: e. simonsson |
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Final man
broken buildings watching over flooded streets where nothing moves
shelters for the vultures hardly keeping daylight out
marble stained with rust faded paintings on the walls
beaten towers crumble haunted only by the wind
I will live forever
no angels left to hold me
I will be the final man
picking up the given challenge of the fallen gargoyle angels
headed on collision course with martyrs tied as fenders
driving like a mad dog going faster than a bullet
pulled by gravitation from a million tonnes of stone
human insects lived here crawling through the underground
beehive built in stainless a cathedral for the slaves
spineless cowards guided by ideals they couldn't grasp
giving up their freedom in the hope of being chosen
in the twilight grows the shadows hollow hands that tries to catch me
omens can not stop me because all the prophets died
like the ancient temples their monuments survived them
speeding through the ruins I left their bridges burning
words: j. montelius
music: e. simonsson |
Go film
I find myself inside a church deserted by the priests
as shadows shift from grey to red I notice there's no floor
transparent air suspends my weight as if I had no mass
suddenly the moon comes out from the clouded skies
wet and cold from shifting daydreams wakeful in the sleep
windowpane observing some commotion down below
waiting for the noise to come to blur the weary mind
watching as a pastime and I'm the fallen star
go film - we can all be gods
go film - we will all be heroes
go film - we are all immortal
go film - we will all be safe
go film - we are all illusions
go film - and we can never touch
I will shine again with burning light when I return
in and out from foreign shores I've gone astray in time
born to search for something I have never ever seen
on an endless quest to hostile ground and unknown lands
then the scene go back to where it started and I fall
as shadows shift from red to grey I notice there's no floor
and gravity awakes me as it throws me to the ground
a million tiny grains of dust obscures me from your eyes
words: j. montelius
music: e. simonsson |
Wall of sound
we are born alone and lonely we remain
when we learn to speak we speak to hear a voice
as the years go by we learn a thousand words
then we try to talk to curse the silent sky
like diamonds in the ground
we are waiting to be found
in silence we are bound
by the wailing wall of sound
want to break the shell and cut the puppet strings
with our primal screams that echoes back inside
want to pierce the noise and make our voices heard
to the distant shapes that wonders who we are
we must put aside the weapons of our minds
cross the no man's land come with empty hands
overcome the fear to drop the last defence
speak forbidden words reach out beyond ourselves
words: j. montelius
music: e. simonsson |