1. |
Prelude to the News
02:01
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How quick a hug becomes unbearable,
The choice of words unpreparable.
Your stomach twists into a fist,
Your shoulders clenched, your pulse is visible,
Ears are ringing but still you cant turn away.
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2. |
Tell Me the News
03:37
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Talk to me tell me the news
Talk to me I am so damn confused.
Walk to me give me the blues
Walk to me I will put myself in your shoes.
You speak your mind and I sway
You blurt it out in your way, away.
You wave goodbye I cant complain
I feel a smile break out again.
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3. |
Wine
05:41
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The concrete yard, the blowing leaves.
The far off songs of birds in trees
Inside your dark apartment walls
The air is stale and void of life
Your thoughts run back too, the caress of seas
The sand and tufts of ragged greens
Your lungs draw back, the smell of weeds.
A fading mark of the scenery.
The day we finally have enough
The point we loose all we cherish most
The day we finally have enough
It’s at the peak we can only go down
When all is said and done, our moments blur to none.
The crumbling wall,
the moss has claimed. (trailing down each side)
The dried out plants,
the petals drained (beautiful decay)
You sip a glass of red (a bloom of taste commences)
a drop is trickling down (the bittersweet remains)
Down to greet the earth.
Your thoughts run back too crowded streets
The sirens blare the gutters reek.
Your lungs draw back, the smell of gasoline,
A fading mark of the scenery.
The day we finally have enough
The point we loose all we cherish most
The day we finally have enough
It’s at the peak we can only go down
When all is said and done, our moments blur to none.
But turning ‘round you see it clearly
The constant pace of what we think
matters more than enjoying.
The colors fade all turns gray
The ground grieves our warm touch.
It’s at the peak we can only go down.
The day we finally have enough
The point we loose all we cherish most
The day we finally have enough
It’s at the peak we can only go down.
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4. |
1888 (Shackles)
04:29
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Last call, tickets for two,
there’s a steamboat waiting.
You’re out of luck, the passengers are waving.
To you.
All seems lost now, your hope is fading,
the law fastly on you gaining,
the shackles are straining.
For you.
In the distance,
you recognise her dress of silk
She drops a lily into the water
as you run too the saloon for cover.
Cornered now barrels facing,
the last thoughts are of your forgotten father
To dream-worlds you he’s singing.
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5. |
Rock'n'
04:02
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It’s grey the essence of my soul
Skies are dull but lights show the way.
Wednesday will never be the same
Wednesday you will never be the same.
So if you go out with me
Baby you’ll be alone at sea.
When the mainstreams fast built road
seems to break under your load
It’s a sign that now’s your time to go
If your hands are icy cold, I wont be the one to hold
You don’t want me my soul has been sold.
So if you go out with me
Baby you’ll be alone at sea.
So drop it all honestly
Unrequited love’s no beauty.
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6. |
Tectonics
04:16
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Colliding plates, earth subsiding.
Cycles that flow and ebb bringing out the old anew,
Stretching boundaries of what we've decided.
Subdued, misled. Caution's forfeit.
Troubling visions race through the mind with certainty,
Love and decency are lost to the violent.
Trace, trace your lines in the dust, sift through the debris.
Don't forget that we saw our promise fail, flicker and fade.
Our lives rearranged. Silent anger reigns.
Colliding plates.
One recedes, another raised, up above.
The struggle tears and shapes.
We will never change the fires of which we are made.
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7. |
Tragic Falls
04:30
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Sun up, sun down once more
It always feels the same.
It’s hearts that lead the way
Too all our tragic falls.
We hide, we lie
and sit straight in our beds at night
Still it’s a fact that love’s
the best thing in our lives.
Bring out your dearest dreams
and walk away empty
Give all your policies
something to cry about.
We hide, we lie
and sit straight in our beds at night
Still it’s a fact that love’s
the best thing in our lives.
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8. |
Another Scene
04:20
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Life of strings, the little things
That drive you towards a distant goal
They’re tangled up in your being.
The twitch and flick, the tock and tick
Illusionary self-control
Facades in front of holes you’re seeing.
The strings that hold me shake
I try to speak but stutter
I give and give you only take.
My senses in a flutter.
Pull yourself through another scene
Find the rhythm in restless beats
Pull yourself through another scene
There are so many more to go.
They dance and sing, twisting, twirling,
In harmony through it all
A life of boundless beauty.
Demands are met, the stage is set
You falter as you tug too far
A violation of your duty.
The strings that hold me shake
I try to speak but stutter
I give and give you only take.
My senses in a flutter.
Pull yourself through another scene
Find the rhythm in restless beats
Pull yourself through another scene
There is still one more to go.
I can never make my mind, struggle through each question I
Feel the way it drains me.
Your serenade, your lullaby
The lull me in a depthless void
a fathomless deep with no interfering.
The strings that hold me shake
I try to speak but stutter
I give and give you only take.
My senses in a flutter.
Pull yourself through the final scene
Find the rhythm in restless beats
Pull yourself through the final scene
It is all that you hoped for.
I will never change my mind, don´t have time for questions I
Push away the pressure.
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9. |
2014 (Consequence)
04:39
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The refrigerator’s running,
floorboards humming,
To the motors favourite tune,
To face the night alone,
To face the night alone without your company.
The creaking of the ceiling, the pipes are drumming
As the water courses through,
To face the night alone,
To face the night alone without your company,
A voice that comforts me through the cacophony.
Its enough.
A party two houses down the street
Drunken laughter, a muffled beat
Through the window-crack a different tonality.
Why doesn’t the world tell me something
Why won’t it share its voice with me tonight
As I watch the ceiling sigh.
The memories are fleeting, eyelids sealing
A bridge between the old and new.
To face the dawn alone.
To face the dawn alone without your company
A voice that comforts me through the cacophony.
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10. |
Farewell
03:49
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Shamble out into the torrent
Clears my head, the stupor’s abandoned.
Look both ways, weigh out my options,
Leave or stay, the question’s been answered.
There is nothing to say, no tears no goodbyes,
it’s time, oh it´s time.
So I bid farewell and a good night.
On a plain I roam blindfolded,
Trudge through streams colliding with boulders.
Wet and sore, I feel emboldened
As your hands lock on to my shoulders.
There is nothing to say, no don’t say a word.
Its time, yes its time.
So I bid farewell and a good night.
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Örn Ýmir Reykjavík, Iceland
Solo-project of Örn Ýmir Arason. Debut album released 27.10.2018. Örn studied music composition at the Icelandic Academy of the Arts and has been performing music as a singer and double bass player since he was a kid.
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