Words and music by The Pipes of C (Markus Eronen and Konstantin Todorov).

*

We carry this lie from town to town, 
from land to land and year to year, 
oh dear i wonder if we're drowning,
or if we're swimming in an empty sea

If you are cold just put on a scarf
If you are a scarf 
Wrap yourself around a tree
If you are a tree
Keep growing
Down down down down

The birds are singing imprecisely, 
tiredly and far too litlle. 
sunsets, footprints, too long shadows
too long songs on fuzzy  beaches,
buildings, beamers, bigger samples
bigger breasts and expectations 
I went to see the lions, I went to see the apes
their hands upon the ceiling, I wonder what they're feeling

If you are cold just put on a scarf
If you are a scarf 
Wrap yourself around a tree
If you are a tree
Keep growing
Down down down down

The Pipes of C, July 2013.

Lions and Apes

Words and music by The Pipes of C (Markus Eronen and Konstantin Todorov) (2013)

Picture: Some trees at Potsdamer Platz, Berlin

*

All alone comes a wave inside
twisting the soul
i'm drinking alone
singing a song at the rain that is growing
singing it backwards rolling it backwards in time

all the same action
all same reactions
all the old faces watching me now
when singing this song we were getting it on 
now i'm singing it slipping
a balancing act in the storm

where did we fight for the city
where did we drink
where did we sing
we couldn't wait for the love and the marvelous sins  

When you go fight for a city
when you go drink
when you go sing
you do not wait for the right moments to come
you do not wait 
for the victory 
when i'll be by your side

Caught in the thick noise
we looked at the moon
we stood at the crossroads
and we made a choice
we couldn't wait for the love and the marvelous sins  

When you go fight for a city
when you go drink
when you go sing
you do not wait for the right moments to come
i cannot wait 
for the moment
you come crawling back to me

When You Go Fight for a City

Words and music by The Pipes of C. A drum sample borrowed from the song "Jubilee Street" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.

*
It's cold up here you said
I stared at the sky open the stars.

*
Oaks on both sides of the road
Swallow these memories 
in their labyrinths
once again.

Labyrinths Once Again

Homesick Trees

Words and music by The Pipes of C (2013).
***

Here is a rough translation of the finnish lyrics as they now stand in the present version:

The midsummer day is over
ears are ringing, in the ears playing
church bells in the rain
someone else's parents
naked on the kitchen table
you are from a different land
i have erred completely
sleep makes numb
melantropy grows

(We are sick trees but we promise to see another spring with you.)

the dice has been thrown
and it hit the forehead
the child is ready
and the midsummer day is over
the train goes fast
factories push their steam
birds flocked away on time
i have erred completely
i am joyful
to be precise
i am joyful

Homesick Trees

A little song from "The Pipes of C Want Your Smile" collection, 2012.

Lyrcs and music by The Pipes of C (Markus Eronen and Konstantin Todorov)

***
You've been on a long trip
have a rest
You've been in a war.
The days now will be bluer
quieter and cooler
no more little voices
screaming out

You take the morning 
take the evening 
take the night 
you take the light
you take the song 
take my own song 
you take it wrong

Lots of things I didn’t do with you
You were fun
But it was more fun without you
That’s why you're gone
Your shirt hangs outside, a memory
I pull it inside where it’s safe and dry
How can anyone be 
happy anymore  

It takes the morning 
takes the evening 
takes the night you take the light
it takes a song 
it takes too long 
you take it wrong you take it wrong

If only I could let you in 
and let you eat my heart again.

Happy Anymore

Recorded in 2011. Music and lyrics by the Pipes of C

***
Windows are fun if you open one
The air is incredibly smooth
You lift up your face and touch my cheek
After so much dust and sleep

Luckily I'm in the air

suddenly I'm in the air
The ground is shaking and the sky is fair
I am here but you are there
Such moments are exceedingly rare
The loneliness is filling me with bliss

There are more guests on the way 
if they dont get lost in the courtyard 
Between the windmills and fake trees
They might pass out in the staircase

But we keep a bottle open for them

Suddenly 
The airport sails 
The morning wind brings me up
Over ancient rainy rooftops
And the bones of the station
The cold morning air
The movement and the smell of decay
And the water on my cheek
The loneliness is filling me with bliss
 
Sounds are getting week
no hope for further trouble
our lonely asses down the road

You’re just a fool if you let me stay
You don’t see how i make you weak
You’re just a fool when i go away
You wipe your tears but they will stay 

Luckily I'm in the air

Thunderclouds and gathered doubts are making me uneasy
The airport sails
Tonight i see an end that is not warm under the sheets
We don't go home
Sky is only changing and the noises your voices changing
As tears go by
I want you
Not to be mine

Over Ancient Rainy Rooftops

words and music by The Pipes of C (Markus Eronen and Konstantin Todorov).
The Pipes of C Want Your Smile (2011).

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Looking at all lizards
you have norms and I have norms
on the positive side
any living thing
your lizard, my lizard
there's plenty of time.

I was never giving up
(i was never wrong)
we should have never given up
(what we've wrote.)

You look at me like we share a secret
I don't know about 
but I love it now
like a may in a jar 
and everyhting's fine

You talked so loud you looked so tall
(i was never wrong)
and that was Tuesday if at all.
(what we wrote)

Sheep talking, sleep walking
modern times enthuse the sunset
and repeat the stoney days
let's announce the holy banquet.


I was never giving up
(i was never wrong)
we should never've given up
(what we wrote.)

Back then it was open
unsure chaotic cubist
now it's fixed in the past
like a may in a jar
and forever the same
our frozen music

You looked so loud you talked so tall
(I was never wrong)
and that was tuesday if at all.
(what we wrote).

Sheep talking, sleep walking
sliding doors and whimpy monsters
lethal traps in quiet homes
let's announce the holy banquet.

May in a Jar

This is a song from another era, several years ago.

***
Words and music by The Pipes of C (2007).
***
the stinging dreams that keep me moving
are getting closer tonight
you are a lens you give sense to those details

the sinking dreams in darling's soup are giving me strange delight
Caesar’s sheep are lost between the trails

the sun is baking red clocks
moose cover the landscape with glory 
but you flow all around and you are light to adore
you see what i dream but that has nothing to do with our story
so put on your pants and walk out the door 

for all collisions there is a warning if there is an eye to see 
put on a lens that gives sense to those details

silly people praise my failures i dive in a morning sea
lalalala la la la la la la


Moose Cover The Landscape

Great Expectations

words and music by The Pipes of C (2015)

***
 sleep a lot and dream
that your country lost a war
that we lost you in a battle
but you are here flesh and bone

you just dream a lot and sleep
And then we take a shower
As if nothing ever happened
We turn into each other


And I expected you to come
Then I expected you to love
Then I expected you to leave
Then I expected you to come

Then I closed the road and shop
And I blocked the river’s flow
And built more roofs and walls
And hoped your country lost the war

Oh but nothing made a difference
the same doors stare wide open
From the trees a cold wind blows
as the longing grows



And our house will stand
And we will be forgotten
And the tree will kiss the stars
And the big white root is deep
And weeds will eat your dreams
And the flowers block the sun

Our country lost you and me
we are no longer what we were 

It was a fork in the road an end of a story
The waves came and my father was gone
The night was there swallowing birds
and my eyelids cannot stop you from entering my head




Great Expectations

Music and words by The Pipes of C (2016)

...

the lake is silent and deep and our words run into it naked 
birds are shifting the clouds with their beaks to hide the scene

our home has always been there where we drink  in rhythm and watch 
the colors of darkness together, before we dive in the lake 
for a song

The wind runs in the branches like pumped by a heart
behind the windows a small town a small aftermath
the dawn is born from the light of our last cigarette
the dawn is there but we’re not leaving yet

the birds are shifting the squares of the night 

we smell of rain tonight with the taste of the earth in our mouths
with the climax, a bullet that twists in a gun: 
I am in love
I am  


The wind runs like blood through the veins of the night
behind the windows a small town with small homicides
the dawn is born from the light of our last cigarette
the dawn is there but we’re not leaving yet

a child puts a ladybird into his mouth and smiles

Small Homicides

Wrods and Music by Markus Eronen and Konstantin Todorov (2016)
…
 i'm not happy but i'm fit
i feel good
in my evil jacket
i look good
when i say goodbye to you
the lazy dream that i dreamt is soon over

i'm doing well, can hardly speak
when I do, it is not to you
i'm doing well
i just quit being asleep 
and you will know that i did oh yes you will

in the patterns of the carpet
in the bookshelf and the sky
countless little thoughts
that you didn't dare to think
countless little dreams
amused your pretty heart
when i was over you
and when I was a gentleman 
i kissed your hand
i put you down to sleep
i put a smile upon my face
and walked away tip toe
to the silence and martinis

over patterns of the carpet
to the bookshelf and the sky
countless little thoughts
that you didn't dare to think
we had so much to drink
and so little to discuss
when we walked along the narrow lies and hopes 
and dust
and summer flies
summer flies dying
in the winter kitchen

I’m not lying when I lie
A deep sigh
When I rip apart your heart
I feel fine
When I walk away from you

my blood pressure is ok
I’m ok with my evil jacket
I look good 
when i'm walking over you

I’m unclouded
I’m martini
americano
I'm scooba 
I'm transformed
a great wall
I'm a muscle
in a pyjama
I'm not amazed

I'm pilatus
Iím gentleman
I kiss your hand

Evil Jacket

Written and produced by The Pipes of C (2018)
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And I knew I was wrong 
when I said you were right for me
When you were trying to see 
we never saw what will be

and I knew I was wrong when I 
told you I want just what
everyone wants, that’s not
among the things that I want

But the wine was flowing
and the anger was growing
And you waited knowing 


I was there for you
To rub it in
To keep you thin
And to hate you and hurt you 
When I needed to
To love you
When I needed you
to hate you and hurt
when i needed you
to love you


I should be happy 
That I bumped into you 
I should be happy
That I pushed on through when I left

Yes I left all the others
You were waiting for me
When I found new lovers
You were waiting for me and the wine 

And the wine was flowing,
And the baby was growing,
And you waited there knowing

Rub It In

I’m sitting here in a soft chair, 
and I’m looking through the window 
at the trees and the house 
that has lost its way and 
ended up next to some railway track 
in a wrong century, 
strange narrow towers are 
reflected in the lake 
and bicycles are lying
at the bottom of the lake.

I am stepping out of the train 
when a woman walks by 
and I recognize her, 
I have seen her many times 
somewhere long ago, 
I never talked to her, 
and now I don’t say a word, 
 I stop and think, 
always so many thoughts inbetween,
 the doors close, 
the train goes on 
and I go on, 
without you, 
next to some railway track. 

Your name the shapes of sounds that I can see
but I can't hear the song
I know i have to watch the night
if I want to hear the dawn
Slowly moving closer faster than the moon.

I had to go to your abandoned land
had to leave this homeland
and all the things that should have made me smile
are measured in train miles
this history of silence
i need some verbal violence.


At the Bottom of the Lake

This is one of our first songs, recorded back in 2008. Dedicated to Janne, a friend. Lyrics written by Ilkka Kosunen.

A Song for Janne

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c76wqETHHaQ

Words and music by The Pipes of C (2009)

* * *
I don’t know who this guy is
but it’s not me
slowly moving closer
faster than the moon

Spiders in the corners keep recording the shapes of sounds
you spin in the distance like a lighthouse light
your eyes
the color of a car crash

I don’t know why the stars don’t
look right tonight
I drown my Heimweh in the
oceans of the moon

Spiders in the corners keep recording the shapes of sounds
You spin in the darkness like a lighthouse light
I am drowning in my longing

And the lights, and the songs, and the cars, and the shouts
And the fights, and the blogs, and the bars, and the mouths
my tiny little music makes a pretty little hole when I
push it.

And the lights, and the songs, and the cars, and the shouts
And the fights, and the blogs, and the bars, and the mouths
my brittle little Susie makes a pretty little noise when I push her hidden point.

Spider Proceedings

Music by The Pipes of C (Markus Eronen and Konstantin Todorov)
Words by The Pipes of C and Federico Garcia Lorca (from "The Moon Wakes" and "Romance de la Luna, Luna")

Picture: "A Harbour in the Moonlight" by T. de Lempicka 

*

The rooms are wet, with clouded eyes I walk around the house looking for you but I woke up already, there is nobody here, it’s cold out there, it’s cold in here, but i just keep on searching through the walls white, through the shelved books through the dried up flowers, i sink through the floor a deep blue sea 

When the moon sails out
the water hides earth’s surface,
the heart feels like an island
in the infinite silence.

You cannot eat an orange under the moons fullness, it is correct to eat, then, green and icy fruit and let the waves carry the boat into the harbor of the city where the other ladies hand you dried up flowers and the books are filled with curses
their eyes look far away

when the moon sails out
with hunder identical faces
the coins made of silver
sob in your pocket.

the places you touched long ago are still shining

The child stares, stares.
The child is staring at her.
In the breeze, stirred,
the moon stirs her arms
shows, pure, voluptuous,
her breasts of hard tin.

Lorca

Fenno-Bulgarian? Art collective? In Germany?

LET'S BREAK OUR PLATES AND DANCE SIRTAKI TO THE FOOTPRINTS OF THE DEAD POETS WHO ROAMED THESE WOODS AS OUR MOTHERS WERE GETTING PREGNANT GIVING BIRTH TO MARVELOUS MEN


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