Memories from nursery until the Missing People´s room. Putted in variable size glass shards. Lots of exformation to address someone's brain cells.

Composed by Marksikt. Arranged and mixed by Simon Hultin & Rexius Records Sweden. Voice by Simon Hultin.

Shards

What are souvenirs without us?
Just a bunch of ruined things.
Just carefully stifled groans.
Just glass shards to avoid.

What are souvenirs without our sorrow?
Throw the souvenirs, keep your sorrow.
Stand up, barefoot step over the glass shards!
In the morning, words behind the words.

In my mind. Thoughts are behind my thoughts.
Fathers of the mothers. Mothers of the fathers.
Fathers of the fathers. Oh Lord, my 30 Watts brain…
In the morning, thoughts whispered to me:

You Boy, Marksikt is dead.
Why just my Marksikt I said?
They give him The Hormon of Death.
Now it's my life back.
To the very origin mine.
That's my 30 Watts brain...
Oh Lord, don't let my very life in vain!

30 - Watts - Brain Blues

You know what it feels like
When nobody cares
Do you know what it feels like
Do you feel the loneliness…

No worry…
I've got' you…

I've got' you
surrounding me
there is nothing you could say
To make you change your mind
About you and me

I left North for the East.
Safe for unsafe.
Loneliness for emptiness
Horizons in my Desert

I'm not home. I'm awake.
Rocks and stones shining gold and copper
Straight in my eyes.
I drink drops of dew from the thistle leafs

I've got' you…
surrounding me
there is nothing you could say
To make me change my mind
About you and me...

Horizons in My Desert

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNva2rvfI5Q
Son, why do you waste your time
In company of beggars, pimps, bastards, criminals, 
gipsies, invalids ...
starvelings, invalids...
Drinking wine, eating fish, telling foolish stories?

Father, who really needs a doctor?
The healthy man or the sick one? Stand up,
Stand up and walk!

Father, you taught me to stay at home in your 
workshop to make chairs, tables, beds and even 
coats
I am deeply thankful for everything, you gave me 
life, gave me bread and roof over my head.

Please forgive me, I cannot afford to spend 
every single day of my life only with these lifeless 
woods, I won't do that-----!

Father, who really needs a doctor?
The healthy man or the sick one? Sta-nd up,
Stand up and walk!

I started to see where nobody is seeing
They listen to me
My words are for them like a cannon

Cause I love them...
and I teach them to love them too!

Father, who really needs a doctor?

The healthy man or the sick one? Sta-nd up,
Stand up... 
And walk...

Carol For a Simple Man

Three Words...More Words

Frozen Radio Waves

Collecting The Shards

Composed by Marksikt. Arranged by Simon Hultin & Rexius Records Sweden.
Photography by Epa Themistocle † (himself in the picture).

Sad Little Beethoven (Dancing Alone)

Composed by Marksikt. Arranged and mixed by Simon Hultin & Rexius Records Sweden. Voice by Simon Hultin.

High Fever Delirium

Christmas Eve's Deep 

Äta dricka sjunga nej!
Djupa graven väntar dig

Mummy I am a simple girl
I cannot resist drogs and bad alcohol 
Don't don't you don't don't!
Mummy they put something in milk
In my apple juice my poor iron eyes
 
I see blood in the snow
Brother's sister's tears

Äta dricka sjunga nej!
Djupa graven väntar dig

Don't don't you don't don't!
Mummy, see me in the morning
Down in Christmas deep

I am a evil troll now
And so are my children comrades too

Äta dricka sjunga nej!
Djupa graven väntar dig

Don't don't you don't don't!