Had To See You


It’s all in the basket of time
I had to see you today
Stared in your eyes for a long time
Wanted to kiss and love you 
All the while 
All the while
Meanwhile 
Life is happening outside

He didn’t marry his sweetheart 
He didn’t marry his true love
He took who was enough for real life
Now he dreams of her at night
And it feels so right 

He didn’t marry his sweetheart 
He didn’t marry his true love
He took who was enough for real life
He’s slowly sinking down 
Inside those rituals of life

It’s all in the basket of time
I had to see you today
Wanted to memorize the light in your eyes 
But I wanted to kiss you and love you 
All the while 
All the while
Meanwhile 
Life is happening outside

He didn’t marry his sweetheart 
He didn’t marry his true love
He took who was enough for real life
Now he dreams of her at night
And it feels so right 

He didn’t marry his sweetheart 
He didn’t marry his true love
He took who was enough for real life
He’s slowly sinking down 
Inside those rituals of life

Had To See You

Ashes and Brass: The Småland Second Line Jazz Funeral Parade is a dark, cinematic journey where Southern Gothic murder ballads collide with the haunted landscapes of Småland. Inspired by the ritual power of New Orleans jazz funerals and the raw storytelling tradition of the blues, the album unfolds as a requiem for betrayal, damnation, and release.
Across eight tracks, the record moves like a funeral procession: “Seven Curses” delivers judgment one curse at a time, with choirs chanting numbers like a ritual. “The Devil’s Bride” reimagines the archetype of Jezebel as a soul sold to darkness. “No Mercy at the River” turns the water itself into a judge that refuses to cleanse. “The Rumors Were True” gives voice to the whispers of a village, making gossip into prophecy. At the album’s heart stands “Ashes in Her Mouth”, a heavy dirge where brass, strings, and choirs thunder in a curse that cannot be undone.
From there, the story widens into a vow of vengeance in “Tenfold Interest”, and into catharsis with “No More Ghosts”, a declaration of survival and release. Finally, the title track “The Småland Second Line Jazz Funeral Parade” closes the procession as an instrumental epilogue, merging Swedish church bells, brass fanfares, and gospel cadences into one final march into darkness.
This is not just an album, but a Southern Gothic requiem: brass, organ, gospel choirs, strings, and funeral drums creating a soundscape that feels both like a New Orleans funeral march and a Småland churchyard at dusk. A work that speaks to betrayal, judgment, damnation – and the hope of walking away free from ghosts.

No more ghosts

so this is the awakening, a twisted reflection, 
more shattered than yesterday.
gotta deal with the pain, the loss of love — the real one,
that leaves a bitter taste — fear is crowned the queen in here.
i broke my hoop, and my brain is plotting regicide.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

i’ve given too much skin, don’t call me to tan my hide.
keep your glasses of water, your extra drops and your wax statues.
i ain’t no poet and i don’t care — i see only cowards, i’m their center,
 i’m a part of it, i’m their chanter, and i never run out of targets.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

so here it is, the exit — sorry, it ain’t any prettier.
if that’s the end of the tunnel, i won’t chew the coming words.
i don’t know what this universe wants, but i’m not sure it’s the right math.
it smells of spite inside my silence, kingdom of my twisted thoughts.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

the one i hear ain’t happy, not sure that bastard’s planning peace.
anyway, inside of me, demons are playing in the wound.
there’s a taste of déjà vu, like a black cat after nine lives.
let’s undress the disillusion — there it is, fear looks prettier.

Chorus (final):
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.


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Cage Fermée

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Neo-Psychedelica, Bedroom Pop, Jangle Pop, Indie Rock, Alternative

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