Fire up your silent rifles in the air
and walk me to the plank in eternity
Have you seen the makers keeping us at bay?
In this sunken hour your captain's here to stay
   
We are all but hopeless with nothing left to spare
Washed up on the shore like broke millionaires 
Have you seen the ocean ripples and decay
In this sunken hour your captain's here to stay

So fire up your silent rifles once again
this will be the last time we struggle in vain
Howdy and farewell what have you done today?
In this sunken hour your captain's here to stay

Broke Millionaires

Run away from the things you don't like
Take a photograph a fictional life
carry me home, turn into stone

You weed off what you don't wanna see
climbing around the accessible trees
and then carry me home, before it all turn to stone

Yesterday's gone a collection of stamps
Look at the screen of a writer's cramp
and then carry me home, turn into stone

We cover up the life we planned so
crumble the walls and give me your hands
and carry me home, before it all turn into stone

Run away from the things you don't like
Take a photograph a fictional life
Yesterday's gone a collection of stamps
Look at the screen of a writer's cramp

A Writer's Cramp

Strange world grasp for air
no one's there to save you
Strange world breath out more
count to five and start over

One more time I am sure you can handle it while I am gone, I said
One more time I will do my best to bring us both back
to where things once made sense

Strange world you are sneaking up 
behind a cloudy tricky mind
Strange world all reason driven out
once again

One last time I am sure you can handle it while I am gone, I said
One last time I will do my best to bring us both back
to where things once made sense
to where things once made sense…

Strange World

The Toy Poet

How I wish for better days
when pianos did not play 
by themselves like today

So come and feel burning heat
fiery grass under your feet
I wonder have you ever felt so real? 

Why why can't you have an honest sound?
Why…

The loudness war is all around
I can hardly hear a sound
We are slowly running out of space

So how I wish for better days
when pianos did not play 
by themselves like today

Why why can't we have an honest sound?
Why…
Why why can't we have an honest sound?
Why…

The Loudness War

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Drown in a land of thousand different liars
No one can ever unwind

Lend them your hand but they're too confused to take it
what is wrong with the sound of lying?

Save all the liars
Break down all wires 
around them...

Oh helpless one what you need and what you done
doesn't matter in the land of lying

Away we all go it takes one to know another
and in time it is all over
and in time it is all over…

Save all the liars
Break down all wires
Save all the liars
Break down all wires

Save All The Liars

Long time ago a beautiful meadow was lost the snow
and I wonder still how does it feel

To be dressed up in white all alone in the night
Where rivers sleep come back to me…

My little darkness of bright has a way of it's own
Almost as my hibernation silently grown
My little darkness of bright is all that I have…

Long time ago I was lost the snow
and I wonder still how does it feel

To be dressed up in white all alone in the night
Where rivers sleep will you come back to me…

My little darkness of bright has a way of it's own
Almost as my hibernation silently grown
My little darkness of bright is all that I have…

My little darkness of bright...

My Little Darkness Of Bright

Everything is hazy when you try to explain
the most obvious things in this world

Can't you see I am trying to read what you say 
between the lines the greatest misconception of all time 

I am feeling lazy when your vagueness is walking 
all over this place we used to know so well

Then you ask me why should I wrap up my words 
for you to understand the things we never really said

Between The Lines

There's a fire in my mind turning me into stone
You told me like so many times before
To listen to my heart beat
and now that's the only thing I do

As the days passing by and weeks become years
I'm counting my heart beats I'm counting my fears
I'm searching for answers I'm ready to fall
But I as you expected I found nothing at all...

Nothing at all...

Deep down below where lights disappear
It all comes together it all becomes clear
I was looking for nothing, nothing at all...

As the days passing by and weeks become years
I'm counting my heart beats I'm counting my fears
I'm was searching for answers I was ready to fall
But I as you expected I found nothing at all...

Nothing at all…

Nothing

Running Makes No Sense At All

Turn off your television is a three man band from Sweden with influences in the 60s, 70s and the 90s. Inspired by the likes of Sparklehorse, Grand archives, Luna and Belle and Sebastian many people describe their music as soft melodic pop with simple and memorable hooks. 

http://turnoffyourtelevision.se

01 - Turn off your television - I just cleaned the floor

Turn off your television is a three man band from Sweden with influences in the 60s, 70s and the 90s. Inspired by the likes of Sparklehorse, Luna, Cracker and Grand Archives many people describe their music as soft melodic folk rock with simple and memorable hooks. 

http://turnoffyourtelevision.se/

Planets will collide for you

Turn off your television is a three man band from Sweden with influences in the 60s, 70s and the 90s. Inspired by the likes of Sparklehorse, Luna, Cracker and Grand Archives many people describe their music as soft melodic folk rock with simple and memorable hooks. Imagine easy-going tunes with strong vocal harmonies and guitar-driven acoustic americana, that is seamlessly embellished with the whiffs of harmonica and slight psychedelia now and then. Then blend it with some swedish depression and you have songs that spill across your ears like a gentle stream, much like the soothing tones of nature it self. Some people might call it gentle Seattle rock, while others rather refer to the music as cool slow-wave or even altcountry.

There have always been something bittersweet about Turn off your television’s music. Much thanks to the Swedish weather and the over all sometimes lonely moderate way of living. To put it simple: It’s a strange and ambivalent flavor of love and displeasure that is the foundation of the band – A kind of happy feeling, but still in a way, sad. The self titled debut album is full of intimate, memorable songs, subtly arranged, always with an unforgettable melody. It’s delicious rockmusic that grabs hold of your guts – never willing to let go. The record is slowly crafted, where every song transmits a special care. The kind of album that every day grabs you with a different tune. It’s an addictive indie-trio that invites you to stop, listen and relax into it’s melodic warmth.

Turn off your television break from the swedish herd by infusing their music with a rustic feel usually reserved for folk. The result is the best of two worlds: Catchy and emotional songs, yet airy and earthy, but still always captivating. This unique balance is what makes their self-titled debut such an intimate and affecting affair. The album is unrelentingly beautiful, with each track hanging heartfelt sentiment on effortlessly catchy melodies that burn with quiet intensity. Their eponymous debut is a compilation of varying styles of ambient rock infused folk ballads that take you on emotional highs and lows, but never reach extremes.

Last but not least Turn off your television have always been fascinated by old things. May it be guitars, microphones or old recordings. Many times their best songs have emerged playing old acoustic guitars from the 50s and 60s. They may not sound “good” in a traditional way, but instead musical and honest, just the way they like it.

In the end Turn off your television is a brilliant tasteful example of how to smoothly incorporate tiny little pieces of music history in their own sound and turn it into something new and exciting. It’s music like a warm embrace when the autumn storms arrive.

Special thanks to: Owl & Bear, Musefy, Kentuckyseven, Oslo Indie Office, Blood buzzed, Beat Surrender, Heros of indie music and Skope Magazine for making this bio possible.

Five things that have influenced the band

1. Swedish depression – Simple as that, being a swede is a great deal of the bands sound. There is something bittersweet about our music, thanks to the swedish weather and the over all (sometimes lonely) “moderate” way of living.

2. Old guitars – Old things just sound better, may it be guitars, microphones or old recordings. Many times our best songs have emerged playing old acoustic guitars from the 50s and 60s. They may not sound “good” in a traditional way, but instead musical and honest, just the way we like it.

3. Strange microphones – We just love em’, clean is boring. We have used microphones made out of shotgun shells, old telephones or even made of Copper. It’s sometimes hard to use them live, but we have come up with a solution for that too lately. Be sure to check that out!

4. The 60s, 70s and the 90s – Music from this era has a special place in our hearts. Not that we are reactionists in any way, but many of our favorite bands derived from this time.

5. Sparklehorse - A great deal of inspiration for the band. We are not trying to sound anything like them, that’s impossible, but the feeling, simpleness and the great melodies is always there. 

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