kenny... i fucking love you

Confuciouiuiiuus

Playy

Generation Why.
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Mother earth you got some nerve calling me your son.
Waves run faster before my eyes, calling for attention.

They say just dive right in and swim. Swim swim swim
To the deep black part and sleep like a child, beneath the white sun.

I ignored the imaginary choice i was given.
Walked another mile, forced a whisper and a smile for the river.

But the waves moved in too fast for us to last.
It´s a one was road, back home. Where nothing has changed.

Coma creeping, creeping through my veins.
Huxley´s soma, a prophecy in vain.

Game change. Game changer. Game change. Game changer. Game change. Game changer.

SUCH A WASTE.

Game Change

I hardly remember this one. It outlived my computer, so I figure that it earned the right to be uploaded. If you are allergic to sentimentality, or the lack of mixing, I suggest you cover your ears.

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Drunk, 16. When the time was right we drove the car to the beach in the dark.
Quietly. I swam as far out as I could, ignored the screams.

Pitch black freshwater played the role of headphones.
Even darker sky, my tv and my telephone.
Emma worried, maybe sensed something I did not know.
I do now, though.

Grew up too soon. Brought brick weed and imagined truth. Laughing moon.
Black cocoon. Still the same old water passing time. New kids by the waterline.
And in my head they swim again towards the deepest part.
All their friends back on the beach with hindsight in their hearts.
No, it´s mine, since no one is there. Guess I played the role a bit too hard...

Backstroke - (Keep finding old songs that refuse to die)

Messy project. Just felt like singing something. It´s 04:36 am, and I guess my neighbors love it. But they are the kind of people who sleep, and therefore they have no right to complain.  Mixing is for quitters. And for people with computers that does not break down when the tracks get too many. I always have an excuse, and I reserve my right to have one.

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I remember the stories, the fables far from fear. When you are born you are crying, then you laugh and you die, the circle never disappear. And I miss my old instincts, to lust to, trust and to feel. You saw snowflakes in flight, I saw rain in disguise, accepted judgments singing in my ear.

I remember how simple the questions often would be. Is this forest all trees, are you staying with me? If not just let this animal run free, even if I would get lost in the pines, bushes and leafs.

You saw brightness in snow, I saw Hell down below. 
You saw brightness in snow, I saw Hell down below. 

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Circles In Circles

Recorded some sort of live test for the first time in ages.  Kinda improvised. I have so many excuses. To low pitch for my fucking stale throat.  

 There, all better..

Hide And Sick

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbpOyyVUBGE
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Keep them eyes locked on the clock today
Chase the seconds that escape
Guess I missed another day


Keep my nose broke, as it should be, I just like the flow
Keep me warm with my own blood, it´s a questionable way to grow
Anyway that´s what I hear, from my inner child too loud
Keep him inside, yeah let him run wild in his black cloud


I keep all of the wrong things, I am bound to my mistakes
Like the post-it note, in the cubicle remain
Anyway that´s what I hear, when I finally ask for help 
Keep my eyes locked on this old clock, until time fade away

Nebula

Simple as that?
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Weigh out the options. Simple equation, when the results are done before the the question.

"Gain before pain son, see now how it all is done right? Not a fight left that is even worth your
sweat."

And the drama-queen seems upset. Not an honest one, take what you get.

Turn off the lights then. Don´t keep ´em waiting, moons and stars and cars by the entrance.
Picking up the pieces of you, and you and then yourself. Collecting all that dust upon your shelf.
"So just and fair", says the sign to hell. Stop and stare: Remember well. Hell.

Picking up the pieces, Picking up the pieces, I´m Picking up the pieces, I got you in my pocket.
Picking up the pieces, Picking up the pieces, I´m Picking up the pieces and got you in my pocket.

Stage frightened clown, it´s a stage frightened clown and the stage frightened clown has got heart like a rocket. Stage frightened clown, it´s the stage frightened clown and the stage frightened clown had salvation but lost it. 

Boy, did he lose it....

Simple equation

All Blue

Some kind of start we all have to do. Some call it a cruel, deterministic and cosmic joke on our species.  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWMarPMGe0k
 
Some say bliss need no ignorance.  I don´t say much anymore, I merely concur. As recommended by, The Department of consensus.    

Paracetamol prolog

Original by Youth Lagoon. So go listen to the original instead.

Missing something. Tried some percussion, but turned out so shitty I had to change my underwear.

No energy left to mix it properly, and my "monitors" are worthless, so I have no idea 

That´s it for today, stay tuned for more excuses. 

Cannons - (Youth Lagoon cover)

Our Current State - Cole and Nature Boy with Erika Hoffmann (for songwriterweekly.com)

LYRICS:
We on a golden day
We had been dusting off our hearts
Sharing a smoke as the morning starts
And we’re out on the highway
The open road with a closest friend
And a burnt CD played over and over and over again

It’s alright, we’re okay
Getting lost in today
Keeping eyes wide open and ears wide open along the way
And there ain’t no one to blame for our current state
I guess we’ll just abide by the laws of fate

So it seems for now we have to say so long
And I really hope it means that your’e not gone

It was one big holiday
And we had been glowing in the dark
A walk in the storm and a talk in the park
And oh yea, we had a lot on our plate
So we took to looking at the stars
Lying on top of that rusty car

It’s alright, we’re okay
Getting lost in today
Keeping eyes wide open and ears wide open along the way
And there ain’t no one to blame for our current state
I guess we’ll just abide by the laws of fate

So it seems for now we have to say so long
And I really hope it means that your’e not gone

Our Current State - Cole and Nature Boy with Erika Alaina

Formed in the Fall of 2011, Noxinixon has released it's debut EP called Kayak. Kayak was recorded and mastered at Maestro Studio in Montreal, Quebec, by Nicolas Michel. Donny Childs, William Mowat and Alexis Dumont form the tight-knit strings of Noxinixon. Playing shows and writing most of the music in Toronto and Vancouver, Noxinixon decided to record in Montreal with good friend and Xavier Constantin's guitarist Nicolas Michel. Noxinixon's current tour is being planned now and will be in place for early, 2013. They also plan to step into the studio this winter to begin brainstorming the follow-up to Kayak.

The Way I Feel

"goodbye" by the sleepovers

Cows, kilometers, diskbänksrealz.

https://soundcloud.com/stroemmen

Paracetamol prolog

SonOfKarl