Elämä vain iltaa (cover)

Mandoliinimies (cover)

Hyllyjen välissä ei ole mitään muuta kuin mä
Erehtynyt luulemaan et perehtynyt oon
Vaik ihan muuten vaan pyörin ympyrää,
Mut mihinkään ei voi yhdistää
Eipä olis kaukaa kitsas, oispa aina varaa olla
Arvokkaasti tilanteissa, ottaa haltuun ajankuva
Tavoittaa ees joku sanoillaan 
Ja miks nää ajatukset tulee aina ostoksilla,
Ei oo aikaa

Näin, mä laitan sen taas väärinpäin
Ja eksyn kauppaan kun mä etsin jotain
Josta voisin keksii jotain hauskaa
Matkalla ne mut ojaan auraa
Mussa on jokin kohta, jossa on järkee
Mutta kun pakottaa liikaa 
Pitää sekin sanasurinalla särkee
En mä kiinni siihen kerkee
Löytyykö tästä se jokin
Vaikka sikin sokin
Sä tiedät jos kanssani tulet näin

Käytävä se kapenee ja ihmiset jo katselee
Ei ole paljon asiaa, mut saapa ajan kulumaan
Sä sanoit vaan, ja katkuna ilmaan 
Se jäi ja mä en löydä täältä happipulloja
tai helpotusta
Huomioidaan olosuhteet, vakioitu lähtökohta
Pakokauhu, kohta lähtö
Ehkä tainnoksissa helpottaa
Paremmin selvää saa
Mutta nää ajatukset tulee aina 
Just sillon kun ei oo aikaa

Näin, mä laitan sen taas väärinpäin
Ja eksyn kauppaan kun mä etsin jotain
Josta voisin keksii jotain hauskaa
Matkalla ne mut ojaan auraa
Mussa on jokin kohta, jossa on järkee
Mutta kun pakottaa liikaa 
Pitää sekin sanasurinalla särkee
En mä kiinni siihen kerkee
Löytyykö tästä se jokin
Vaikka sikin sokin
Sä tiedät jos kanssani tulet näin

En mä tiedä
Mut sä voit kai kertoa sen
Miksi mä sen perässä matelen
En mä tiedä
Mut kaiketi löytyy syy
Miksi ei voi se väistyy

Näin, mä laitoin sen taas väärinpäin
Ja eksyin kauppaan kun mä etsin jotain
Josta voisin keksii jotain hauskaa
Matkalla kivet mulle nauraa
Mussa on jokin kohta, jossa on järkee
Mutta kun pakottaa liikaa 
Pitää sekin sanasurinalla särkee
En mä kiinni siihen kerkee
Löytyykö tästä se jokin
Vaikka sikin sokin
Sä tiedät jos kanssani tulet näin


Eksyin kauppaan

Riding on a train
Breathe in, don't pay it any mind
If the patterns of your thought 
Seem to lack design
Fall short of the line

My baby keeps the time
He beats the life into my troubled mind
And I see it all align
In my sheltered mind
We are just fine
Until I fly too near the moon 
Tonight

Can I be the stitch that you feel
When you sleep, the flicker of the sheets 
And the gleam that you see 
Some nights between your dreams

Riding on a train – I know we're gonna be there sometime
But my baby needs the time
He needs more time 
Just to keep the beat alive

Look me in the eye tonight
Guarantees are hard to find
But you see the tell-tale signs
Life is a train passing by
A waiting room, another ride
We will be all right

And you will be the stitch that I feel
When I sleep, the flicker of the sheets 
And the gleam that I see 
Some nights between my dreams

And there will be a distant gleam
It is so faint you cannot see it in the day
But it will come to find you at night

Between Your Dreams

Guitars and vocals by Wandering Cloud
Percussion by A Hemlock Tile (https://soundcloud.com/ahemlocktile)


It's another morning again
We take a walk to catch the city train
You go on yours, I go on mine
Our coloured lines no longer collide

On those days that we meet
I don't think we go all that deep
I tell myself we could do better
But we never can be bothered

What happened to laughter and tears?
Your charming smile hasn't been treated too well
By all these years
All the years that passed us by
Don't ask me why they didn't teach me how to fly
Only made me die one too many a time

The bones of my self-respect break and fall
I can hear them clattering on the floor
Shattering my meditative silence
Coming through the quiet with such violence
My bond to you was once so unique
But time has removed you from me

So I made up my mind
Then I changed my mind
And I took my time
Began to lose my mind
Fooled around for a while
And fucked up my life
Am I proud of all that I have done?
Well, maybe of one
That was when I was with you

Time Set Its Maggot On Our Track [with A Hemlock Tile]

It's the wandering season in mid-July
I've got maudlin reasons to keep me here for a while
They got married on an island, now they're riding the wave
I'm drowning in kindness on their Roman mosaic
It's ok, I'm warm inside when I'm here for a while

It's the wandering season in mid-July
All these small towns and people feel close for a while
They've things to attend to, round and round ricochet
I'm carried over oceans on the crest of their wave 
It's ok to lean on sometimes, I will leave in a while

I'm riding, I'm flying, taking all in my stride and
I'm biding my time
Not hiding or pining, certainly not dying 'cause I'm alive
I saw the sign
In the sea I saw the sign

My wandering season, my wandering season 
Will be over at the turn of the tide

The Wandering Season

Aurinko (demo)

Maybe if I could tell you everything that I know
Maybe you would see me and would consider me for your role
When I break down I take the air and spray it with my mould 
Clean me neatly, heal me, free me from your hold

I do not disagree with the insights that you've gained into me
Tainted with words of strife and the state of disorder 
Now you can be so free, while I'm a headcase carrying a warning sign
It's shining bright tonight, if you saw it, do not worry
'Cause the colours always change, nothing stays the same

There'll always be more than one road that you can take
And it's no use to think about the choices you didn't make
I'm sorry that I had to be the one to break this to you
You should try to sort it out, I hope you finally do

I do not disagree with the insights that you've gained into me
Tainted with words of strife and the state of disorder 
Now you can be so free, while I'm a headcase carrying a warning sign
It's shining bright tonight, if you saw it, do not worry
'Cause the colours always change, nothing stays the same

Dim shapes, merely indistinct forms 
We are floating down the corridor
You have given me up to their force 
And I'm blending into the blur

A Change of Colour

VCR (cover)

Come into my world
I'll give you the key
But do you even want to see
The plans I've made
The chance I take just for you
All the things that I don't do
When I'm just waiting here for you...

Give me a smile
Such a grief-stricken style
Doesn't suit you
They know so well
And they can tell
'Cause they've learnt your queer tricks
They know you get your weird kicks

From living your life in overtime
You could catch the baby in the rye
But they would keep dragging your name 
Through the mire
They don't know, it goes to show
In their hollow lives
They follow lines
Queuing to waste their time
In the amusement overdrive

Amusement Overdrive

Boy, are you happy hearing the sound of a heart
Only in your pocket popping?
When you feel nothing
It's a real shot in the arm
But is it accurate to say
Each laugh looks the same?
Are they laughing for real anyway?
And you haven't seen her face in 27 days
But she's there, she's everywhere
If you would only raise your head

There is time to swerve and waver, and later, you'll say
There is time for indecision, it is your vision, right...
Well, this life has been quite uneventful, is it meant to?
If you don't know how to trace the tracks on the trail...

Boy, do you settle for the touch of a hand
In mere visual representations
Distant imitations of
Feeling for real
And are you now surprised
That it's hard to find the fix
To start living your life? 
It's written all over her face
It's no riddle too cleverly phrased
'Cause she's there, she's everywhere
If you would only raise your head

Swerve & Waver

Strobe lights and clamour
Slamming doors and shadows
Of the entrance hall that I step out of
Out to the street to greet the morning
Hey you, meet me in the morning

When I'm still confused about the conversation 
In the crowded room
Where the voices filled with ostentation 
Make you wonder how much is true
Tell me that you are true
When you left you were so in haste
I didn't even get to say...

Don't let the silence throw you off the scent
Don't let it mystify my intent
With this non-violence of quiet words
Clustering around my mind
I have tried to visualise
How it would make you smile
If all the sounds would come out right

I follow you and now we're standing side by side
You've thought deeply if the gulls are chained to the sky
"To be where there's life
Without the ordinary strife,
Turn sticks and stones into roses."
I do concur but not in so many words

Just like the rain when it paints 
The grey pavement black
On some days you feel you've changed 
But then you see that you are back
To what you were, hear her words
Come into my world she said
Come into my world she said

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