“... lad os vende os fra Fanatismens og Tyranniets skumle Dage, og glæde os ved Regentere, der ærer og elsker Mennesket, hvad enten han hedder Bramin eller Paria, Katholik eller Qvæker, Lutheran eller Jøde.” 

- Steen Steensen Blicher, 1813.

Det giver på mange måder mening at Sort Monos eneste to fortolkninger, er af de klassiske dødssalmer, med tekst af Steen Steensen Blicher. "Sort/Hvidt" er en dobbelt a-side der samler "Sig nærmer Tiden" (bandets største single) med bandets debutsingle "Det er hvidt herude". 

Musik: Thomas Laub/Oluf Ring/Sort Mono 
Tekster: Steen Steensen Blicher/Sort Mono 

SORT MONO på denne indspilning: 
Lærke Corfix: vokal (2) 
Tor Amdisen: guitar (2) 
Simon Heggum: vokal, bas, guitar, keyboards, synthesizer, feltoptagelser 
Frederik Gonzalez: programmering, guitar, synthesizer, mix og produktion 

Tak til Tom-Erik Løe for inspiration. 
Dedikeret til Scott Walker.

Sort/Hvidt

About birds, cats and refugees...
A bird had dropped from the sky.. I don't like dead birds. I used to make small crosses of sticks for the bird-graveyard I had made in my backyard when I was a kid. 
The family cat often brought us "cat-gifts".. 
I love cats still because I saw their good intentions. I still as always feel strongly connected to the birds in the sky or on the ground.. 
I was raised to show mercy and understanding towards living creatures. Even if I found dead birds on my doorstep.
It breaks my heart to see immigrants, refugees and human life being refused help or neglected in refugee camps or lost at sea..
And i am gutted when i hear that people with means are being refused to help these souls. That governments stop these helping hands with legislation that criminalise helpers as participants of human trafficking! Helping hands who bring refugees water, food, clothes or offers fugitives a ride on inhumane long walks to reach an already crowded camp etc.
And I understand that power holders, my elders and the society that raised me, want only the best for themselves, me and the generations to come. But I want to say this: 
I understand and see the love from where your "cat-gifts" comes. But we are all human beings.. And:
I don't want your "cat-gifts".
I don't want to watch the people, society and system that raised me, turn its back on human compassion in fear and love. 
I want to tell my kids and grandkids a totally different story. A story of intellect and insights that lead to choices of a love bigger than me and my -country, -continental region, -part of Europe, -part of the world.
We have the choice of mercy and compassion towards our tribesmen, women and children of the world. 
That is why, what we choose is of most importance. 
Collective sympathy, empathy and compassion is a human force.
No more "cat-gifts"....

Cat - Gifts

Wonders lost and never found
Burn the hourse down to the ground
Leatherbound, inner struggle
Off to join the distant puzzle
I have been a straw in the sea
I have changed who is into me
Come on girl and set me free
I have changed what I'd like to be

No lost boys will ever live to grow up
No lost causes here, I have to stop
Dressed in rags 
I love to see our worlds collide
Dressed in slices of atoms
And in rawhide

I don't the boarders around your world
And I never did
Dressed in robes of all we burned into your skin
I have been a piece of soap to wash yor dirty mouth
And in the end we are all fucked-up and leatherbound

No lost boys will ever live to grow up
No lost causes here, I have to stop
Dressed in rags 
I love to see our worlds collide
Dressed in slices of atoms
And in rawhide

Alice Trilogy B-Sides

Rawhide (B-Side)

Det er hvidt herude: 
Kyndelmisse slaar sin Knude 
Overmaade hvas og haard — 
Hvidt forneden, hvidt foroven, 
Puddret tykt staaer Træ i Skoven, 
Som udi min Abildgaard. 

Det er tyst herude: 
Kun med sagte Pik paa Rude 
Mælder sig den smaa Musvit. 
Der er ingen Fugl, som synger; 
Finken kun paa Qvisten gynger, 
Seer sig om og hvipper lidt. 

Det er koldt herude: 
Ravne skrige, Ugler tude, 
Søge Føde, søge Læ. 
Kragen spanker om med Skaden 
Højt paa Rygningen af Laden, 
Skele til det tamme Kræ. 

Hanen sig opsvinger 
Paa en Snemand; sine Vinger 
Kladskende han sammenslaaer. 
Krummer Halsen stolt og galer — 
Hvad monstroe han vil den Praler? 
Hvis endda om Tøe han spaaer! 

Inderlig jeg længes 
Efter Vaar, men Vintren strænges; 
Atter Vinden om til Nord! 
Kom Sydvest, som Frosten tvinger! 
Kom med dine Taagevinger! 
Kom og løs den bundne Jord!

Tekst: Steen Steensen Blicher 
Musik: Thomas Laub/Sort Mono

Det er hvidt herude

Sig nærmer Tiden, da jeg må væk,
jeg hører Vinterens Stemme;
Thi også jeg er kun her på Træk,
og haver andensteds hjemme.
    
Jeg vidste længe, jeg skal herfra;
det Hjærtet ikke betynger,
Og derfor lige glad nu og da
på gennemrejse jeg synger.
    
Jeg skulle sjunget lidt mer' måske -
måske vel også lidt bedre;
Men mørke Dage jeg måtte se,
og Storme rev mine Fjædre.
    
Jeg vilde gerne i Guds Natur
med Frihed spændt mine Vinger,
Men sidder fast i mit snævre Bur,
det alle vegne mig tvinger.
    
Jeg vilde gerne fra højen Sky
udsendt de gladere Sange;
Men blive må jeg for Kost og Ly
en stakkels gjældbunden Fange.
    
Tit ligevel til en Smule Trøst
jeg ud af Fængselet titter,
Og sender stundom min Vemodsrøst
med længsel gennem mit Gitter.
    
Lyt og, o Vandrer! til denne Sang,
lidt af din Vej Du hidtræde!
Gud véd, måske det er sidste Gang
du hører Livsfangen kvæde.
    
Mig bæres for, som ret snart i kvæld
at Gitterværket vil briste;
Thi kvidre vil jeg et ømt Farvel;
måske det bliver det sidste.

Bag sorte tremmer 
Med hvide fjer
Tælles der timer
Mens livet sker
Ville så gerne
Ha’ fløjet mer
Men sidder fast
I provinsens ler

Jeg fløj engang 
Et helt andet sted 
Men andre fugle 
De skød mig ned
Nu er jeg skjult her
I dette bur 
De har forbudt mig
Mit livs kultur

Tekst: Steen Steensen Blicher/Sort Mono
Musik: Oluf Ring/Sort Mono

Lærke Corfix: vokal
Tor Amdisen: guitar
Simon Heggum: bas, guitar, vokal, keyboards, synthesizer
Frederik Gonzalez: programmering, guitar, mix og produktion

Sig nærmer Tiden

☄️ 🕴 🕴 🕴 // Acid Communism // 🕴🕴🕴 ☄️

Konstrueret af et sample af mig der siger "punch" ind i min computers  mikrofon, fordi min bog sagde, jeg skulle gøre det. Det var ikke fordi jeg ikke prøvede at lægge andre ting på. Men samplen passede kun med sig selv. Undskyld den er meget diskant.

// p u n s j //

Straight Outta NV

Old Anger

I'm very proud of this instrumental. The only reason I offer it here on its own is that for years, I have had no idea what to do with it. "Darkness" is the working title - I literally have not been able to come up with a decent title for this!

The large majority of "Darkness" was written in late 2008 or early 2009 where I was heavily disillusioned with being unemployed once again, having dropped out of university. I added the lead melody later on, when trying to force it onto Tidal Force. Before that, a quite different (read: uglier) version graced the Myspace page of my dead band-gone-solo project, Ìkaros.

It kind of breaks my heart to give away a good composition like this. But heck, I enjoy listening to it in this form. Maybe this tale of artistic constipation just goes to show that "Darkness" was good enough to begin with.

Det er hvidt herude

Sort Mono

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