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Reason, Where Are You?
03:41
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It's happening again, suddenly you're everything that I have so please don’t leave me
I feel so destabilized, I'm being broken down to my most primitive state
It's happening again, the head gets all cloudy and I can't find the thoughts that could set this head straight
The share of self-worth just dropped like a fucking bomb, when you say no the heart sets this mind on fire
Now my thoughts are wandering off far from the real world, there must be something I can do
I'm asking: "Reason, where did you go?", rejection never seem to respond, please answer and set my head straight
I'm doing it again, losing myself in these scenarios, looking for answers but there is no receiving end
The mind it kicks itself, the sense of I has to deal with it, mind over matter but the mind is insane
Now my thoughts are wandering off far from the real world, there must be something I can do
I'm asking: "Reason, where did you go?", I need you know; more than ever, please answer and set my head straight
Sometimes the first arrow of ache is out of our control
But I'm not gonna fire the next one, I'll leave this soil
And refuse to identify with these evil thoughts in my mind
They're not here to stay anyway, so I'll watch as they pass by
Like strangers on the streets and then they're gone
Mind over matter, does it really matter
When the mind starts to stray?
And your reasoning gets all fucked up
And insane thoughts seem sane
It’s happening again, the head gets all cloudy
But it ain’t that bad and I know it’ll pass
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2. |
Zest
02:41
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With a lack of a deeper level of satisfaction
We snort a line of quick fix pleasure
A brief zest that comes and goes (yeah) like a nighttime partner
And by sunrise we will feel hollow again
One can find joy there (but it can not last long)
But I just wanted to feel (feel alive again)
The novel thing (will bring you fire for the night)
But not much warmth for your life
Hedonically high, eudaimonically low, a recipe for misfortune;
For chasing novelty in a futile world
Cause even happiness can seem useless, if there’s is no meaning
Cultivate it you got an invisible wand
One can find joy here (and it comes with vitality)
We all want to feel (a part of something bigger)
And passion brings (fire for your life)
But not much warmth for the night
Turn up the music - let’s play with fire
And let this fire drown in your tranquil sea
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Don't wanna hear me retrace my steps back
To the dark days of my history
Don't wanna hear me dissect life’s confusing ways
Joyful and simple songs are your melody
But to believe in the dark is to believe in the light
For it's believing in what we see but some close their eyes
Cause the darkness can haunt us out of our heads to the streets
But me I’ll stay with it, til’ it cease to be
For tears to dry we have to let them come out
I spill mine on a paper and shout them out loud
No I don't write songs just to piss and moan
I call them songs tuned in Sublimation
A tale of closure and letting go
To turn something hurtful to something bearable
So with open arms, face the storm
And with open arms, welcome the sun
In our emotional landscapes the sun won't always shine
But it is always there hiding behind the clouds
When the anxiety possesses me there's no place to hide
But with a pen and paper I can't write it out
I tried to ignore out, all the sad parts
But the censorship grew like a flower in June
(For) what is happiness and how do we I feel it?
When its opposite could never bloom
The days of numbed sense are counted for my part
I found a way out from this bleak room
Embracing every mad stage this world has to offer
When the curtains fall, it’s already too late
I sing these songs In the Key of Sublimation
It’s my way out
From these ghost filled alleys lurking in the corners of my mind
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4. |
With You
02:36
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To spend my time with you, that's what I wanna do
We can stay up all night and play our favorite tunes
And just forget about what we don't have to do
I thought I had gone cold but then you burnt me with your love
And now I wear my heart upon my sleeve
Not minding the daws, they're pecking in vain
I know what I want and that’s to spend my time with you
Yeah I wear my heart like a tattoo
Where it belongs, out in the open
Yeah I know what I want and that’s to spend my time with you
The finest form of ecstasy is the white nights spend with thee
To spend my time with you, that's what I want to do yeah
Kill some time and dance around under this quiescent night sky
Share stories of our past and talk about what may come
As long as I'm here with you at this very moment
This love is on fire, let's burn, you know like we do
When we come without expectations to go with the fearless wind
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5. |
Native Language
01:56
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These fingers found the strings again, my motion the rhythm
I’m back in C# major baby, yeah yeah
The music is my native language, my preferred way of expression
I speak fluent rock'n'roll melody
I'm like a priest because today I married rhythm with poetry
And the sparks were flying
They wed for love and gave birth to this song
I named it native language
I'm still breaking barriers and finding new reefs
In a vast sea of awareness
Can you feel the splash from me diving in?
Your fingers found the brush again, all thanks to the creative hands
That with their passionate presence pierced you through your heart
These studies feels like your native language, your preferred way of expression
You speak fluent evolutionary theory
You’re like a priest because today you married history with artistry
And the sparks were flying
They wed for love and gave birth to your work
Made in your native language
You’re still breaking barriers and finding new reefs
In a vast sea of awareness
I can feel the splash from you diving in!
Hey you messy art piece with cracks on the edges
You’re stained by paint, a portrayal of stirred complexion
Let me be, your fucking work of art
And I’ll be yours to sculpture
Come and wash me over with a stirring wave
A wave of your beautiful colors
And I’ll do my best to color your mind
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6. |
My Moral Upgrade
02:27
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In the end I found no moral defence
For trading selfish desires for so much suffering
I felt disgust for my moral inferiority
I stepped off this train of an act of fucking lunacy
I wanna see a world where we're all vegan
A moral truth has to override greed
If we accept that in suffering we're all akin
Then why should ethical reasoning stop at homo sapiens?
You have the chance to spare the universe from suffering
A moral privilege only a eyeless person would ignore
What the fuck have we done?
We’re moral infants, progress is so slow
I wanna see a, I wanna see a
All vegan, all vegan
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7. |
La La La
02:10
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Eight hours a day is four hours too much
Yes I was too tired to write poetry for my baby
Eight hours a day is four hours too much
I was too tired to write poetry for my baby
Inspiration had been drained
I traded it for money but it did little for me
Inspiration had been drained
And this is all I came up with
La la la la la la
Inspiration had been drained
I gotta get off this all too demanding treadmill
Inspiration had been drained
Don’t want to write a filler for my baby
Is it really worth it?
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Liberate Yourself
03:11
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There was a right way and then there was my way
You used to come to the roadside only to condemn me
But I refused to be merely a supporting cast
In your story I would entitle “Ensure my Salvation”
You had a fundamentality and I was fucking around all over the place
Not looking for a perfect view of the world I was just looking for my own
It wasn’t good enough, the things I held dearly and the road I chose
To be accepted in the view of the world in which you live and breathe
Faces can tell a lie and you can feel it in the walls of that house
Where there’s a fabricated facade there you’ll certainly witness tragedy
I’m not a consoling painting for you to hang on your dull wall
I’m a brush of expression setting color to the world
When your back was turned on me and my words couldn’t pierce your thick skull
I left them there hoping one day you’ll understand them
Truth is a day is too precious to let someone stain with bleach
And may you learn something from the sound of me leaving
To have your passions spat at is to be oppressed
We can liberate ourselves and find a space in which we can create
Let the critics mutter in disharmony but don’t let them break you down
Up we go, far from their symphony of destruction
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9. |
Feeding the Drama Czar
02:00
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Fear is primitive, easily agitated
Let us exploit it in our shop of horrors
And mindlessly portray an undue amount of suffering
And we swallow it like a pill we don't need
With a distorted view, grab a torch you too
Let’s march to the rhythm of fear
Fear for sale - feel, share, hate and blame
A good story trumps reality
When the media finds a gas leak, they'll light a matchstick
And say: "Look we might be burning to the ground"
And the shockvertisers, they work on fucking with your reasoning
You're a piece in their game of emotional blackmail
The media machine, is a giant fucking drama czar
Vending cheap attention at the cost of distorting reality
He feeds and he feeds on your misery
And with a spoon of fear, you’re fed you’re putrid night snack
And we don't care much for progress
(We're) so absorbed by the bad
(Look at how we) meditate on all the suffering (on this planet)
No wonder that a millions of minds are skewed
When fear is authorized to rule
Give us some good news, we need it bad
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10. |
No Darwinian Society
02:47
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A sane theory applied where it doesn't belong
Can be become a prescription for insanity and a dystopian culture
"If genes are selfish, then so am I", a crop of failed deduction
If nature is your moral guide; There is something that has to be justified
It's a show, a show within a show
But you think it is the show itself
A belief that brings cruel consequences
Like a disease vector spreading social plague
You rationalize and misuse empathy
Helping only yourself and those who cain aid your ends
You claim “it’s human nature” and her functions
But it’s more about the functions of your unfair power system
It's a show, yeah a show within a show
But don’t pretend like it’s the show itself
You put faith in another beings misery
But the obscurity of a system keeps your conscience clean (but it’s fucking dirty)
There’s an appeal to nature even though she can be cruel
Like a Darwinian sadomasochist you cry out: “what is natural is good”
You’re just a fucking asshole, greedy and privileged
And you stand for everything we hate
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