The band is pleased to announce that it has a new DVD which was filmed by MOSHCAM and features all songs from the Starfish, Priest=Aura and Untitled #23 albums. Read about this and more in our latest newsletter! http://us2.campaign-archive1.com/?u=22dc050b415f7b7ab31543d28&id=1d5b3b7b0d&e=569515aa8b
The band is pleased to announce that it has a new DVD which was filmed by MOSHCAM and features all songs from the Starfish, Priest=Aura and Untitled #23 albums.
Read about this and more in our latest newsletter!
http://us2.campaign-archive1.com/?u=22dc050b415f7b7ab31543d28&id=1d5b3b7b0d&e=569515aa8b
so i’m walking along and suddenly bits of the journey are missing shape of a leaf but it moves like a rat i hear shadows i see whispers the streets are fields roamed by un-men someone is trying to tell me something someone not there well i dont remember waking up yesterday morning the stuff i used to take can do that to you like a few pages have fallen out of a book like a few squares have faded from the board time on its own terms can be a jolt or a mystery i expect its never what you imagined the warp and woof of the years revealing a flaw in the flow behind us the mountains have grown the slag heaped industry ghost town in the clouds theyre talking trash at the sugar shack boyo we can never go back there again under these ark lights an uneasy peace falls on the great cats everything is vibrating and shuddering only you cant see it wives quarrel in the galley as the world drowns i have determined my own loss of velocity as time i have located my own demise in dream i have negotiated the hastening martian day and the thudding venereal night as atoms explode into earths and earths implode into atoms death is nothing our best virus cannot penetrate it the universe at dawn goes in between the trees
tight as groan
so i’m walking along and suddenly bits of the journey are missing
shape of a leaf but it moves like a rat
i hear shadows i see whispers
the streets are fields roamed by un-men
someone is trying to tell me something
someone not there
well i dont remember waking up yesterday morning
the stuff i used to take can do that to you
like a few pages have fallen out of a book
like a few squares have faded from the board
time on its own terms can be a jolt or a mystery
i expect its never what you imagined
the warp and woof of the years
revealing a flaw in the flow
behind us the mountains have grown
the slag heaped industry ghost town in the clouds
theyre talking trash at the sugar shack boyo
we can never go back there again
under these ark lights an uneasy peace falls on the great cats
everything is vibrating and shuddering only you cant see it
wives quarrel in the galley as the world drowns
i have determined my own loss of velocity as time
i have located my own demise in dream
i have negotiated the hastening martian day and the thudding venereal night
as atoms explode into earths and earths implode into atoms
death is nothing
our best virus cannot penetrate it
the universe at dawn goes in between the trees
jesper kroon in vermilion corduroy in his library of reeds he is the prince of cranes he is the ace of wands dancing with the owlish people of the marshes little moongirl and giant tess jesper kroon hes a total immersion in love with his archon revolving out there in space and his pyramids which generate heat and light and his crystal slam way of doing things oh jesper thou art the one with the antlers of uncle summer under your hood goodness knows i am now in your ancient woods where the weasel black eyes piercing and adder slithering and the lake is as of iron i dive into reflection under the cold water i cool my gills kroon i envy you your evenings with lovely courtesans the expensive substances navigate the bloodstream to the heart the tinctures from the south sea haven where the blue girlflowers grow kroon the illegal trade in the harness of angel kroon i see you smirking in the fumes of spent desire kroon you sit there waiting while i walk right past my destiny under the water i am an extinct monster my teeth are razor like shaving small fishes my nails are claws and i grip onto the rocky lakebed my eyes see through kroons curtains my tongue can taste the places he was seen the crackle of twigs around a great eagles nest betrays the dead rat the leaves blow around saturday night like blank captions jesper kroon you duck down eider down luxurious room backstage your kissing the floor you must cross and bear kroon i can hear you from here after the sound will appear kroon i’m a mad sick thing coming for you jesper please be careful of lurking in green pools or soft edge in jungles vines […]
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jesper kroon in vermilion corduroy in his library of reeds
he is the prince of cranes he is the ace of wands
dancing with the owlish people of the marshes
little moongirl and giant tess
jesper kroon hes a total immersion in love
with his archon revolving out there in space
and his pyramids which generate heat and light
and his crystal slam way of doing things
oh jesper thou art the one
with the antlers of uncle summer under your hood
goodness knows i am now in your ancient woods
where the weasel black eyes piercing and adder slithering
and the lake is as of iron
i dive into reflection
under the cold water i cool my gills
kroon i envy you your evenings with lovely courtesans
the expensive substances navigate the bloodstream to the heart
the tinctures from the south sea haven where the blue girlflowers grow
kroon the illegal trade in the harness of angel
kroon i see you smirking in the fumes of spent desire
kroon you sit there waiting while i walk right past my destiny
under the water i am an extinct monster
my teeth are razor like shaving small fishes
my nails are claws and i grip onto the rocky lakebed
my eyes see through kroons curtains
my tongue can taste the places he was seen
the crackle of twigs around a great eagles nest betrays the dead rat
the leaves blow around saturday night like blank captions
jesper kroon you duck down eider down luxurious room
backstage your kissing the floor you must cross and bear
kroon i can hear you from here
after the sound will appear
kroon i’m a mad sick thing coming for you
jesper please be careful of lurking in green pools or soft edge
in jungles vines and lee anna twisted around green alligator
my hands stutter a song out about you kroon
soon…
they sing
soon…
when the delirious days of july fall out the valley signs of an early prima vera the chancy skyfull of air over there then arrows of love then fist of sulk glove i am chastened as i hastened to hide away down on lawns unkempt where some grim dog watches neither never or forever just now my book is a song a wonderful life a throng of admirals oh the summer in winter behind the clouds shine so surely the golden leaves the myriad light every cloud is the shape of racing animals unicorns and crocodiles stretch across oceanias heavens the bright hammer of thunder the twin black birds of odin doom the hideous depths writhe with unspeakable horrors let us be glad to be in this world of warm colour familiar as cat with magical thought understood and over wrought i think im gonna think another thought
io ishtar one $
when the delirious days of july fall out
the valley signs of an early prima vera
the chancy skyfull of air over there
then arrows of love then fist of sulk glove
i am chastened as i hastened to hide away
down on lawns unkempt where some grim dog watches
neither never or forever just now
my book is a song
a wonderful life a throng of admirals
oh the summer in winter
behind the clouds shine so surely
the golden leaves the myriad light
every cloud is the shape of racing animals
unicorns and crocodiles stretch across oceanias heavens
the bright hammer of thunder
the twin black birds of odin doom
the hideous depths writhe with unspeakable horrors
let us be glad to be in this world of warm colour
familiar as cat with magical thought
understood and over wrought
i think im gonna think another thought
Hello Everyone, Steve and Martin are very proud to announce Lorelei, the new EP from their album ‘You Are Everything’. The Lorelei EP is available now from iTunes, CDBaby and amazon The EP includes three previously unreleased remixes plus Don’t Forget Me which appeared on the bonus disc edition of You Are Everything 1. Lorelei 2. Loreli (Fuzzed Out Bliss Mix) 3. I Wouldn’t Know (Mk Remix) 4. Loreli (Acoustic Mix) 5. Don’t Forget Me (Unreleased Track) PopMatters.com writes about Lorelei: “Bursting forth with guitars from the Chrome-era of the Catherine Wheel” and quite right they are too. I have to admit the music for Lorelei sprang from my love of shoegaze music particularly My Bloody Valentine, early Smashing Pumpkins and yes, most definitely The Catherine Wheel! Last but not least check out the beautiful video for Lorelei by Clint Lewis of Red Tape Pictures. Thanks for your support! – Martin & Steve, July 2013.
Hello Everyone, Steve and Martin are very proud to announce Lorelei, the new EP from their album ‘You Are Everything’. The Lorelei EP is available now from iTunes, CDBaby and amazon
The EP includes three previously unreleased remixes plus Don’t Forget Me which appeared on the bonus disc edition of You Are Everything
1. Lorelei
2. Loreli (Fuzzed Out Bliss Mix)
3. I Wouldn’t Know (Mk Remix)
4. Loreli (Acoustic Mix)
5. Don’t Forget Me (Unreleased Track)
PopMatters.com writes about Lorelei: “Bursting forth with guitars from the Chrome-era of the Catherine Wheel” and quite right they are too. I have to admit the music for Lorelei sprang from my love of shoegaze music particularly My Bloody Valentine, early Smashing Pumpkins and yes, most definitely The Catherine Wheel!
Last but not least check out the beautiful video for Lorelei by Clint Lewis of Red Tape Pictures.
Thanks for your support! – Martin & Steve, July 2013.
sitting here waiting to fly home have had an amazing time played 3 gigs one in fremantle (filmed and recorded) one in broome one in darwin plus an impromptu private party gig in darwin on saturday night (solo) the other gigs were including adrian hoffmann on guitar shaun hoffmann on drums and 2 lovely string players rachel aquilina on violin and anna sarcich on cello we did a wide cross section of my stuff and it was incredible!!! very happy camper more later sk
at darwin airport
sitting here waiting to fly home
have had an amazing time
played 3 gigs
one in fremantle (filmed and recorded)
one in broome
one in darwin
plus an impromptu private party gig in darwin on saturday night (solo)
the other gigs were including adrian hoffmann on guitar shaun hoffmann on drums
and 2 lovely string players rachel aquilina on violin and anna sarcich on cello
we did a wide cross section of my stuff
and it was incredible!!!
very happy camper
more later
sk
if you have eyes only to see it if things added up or went away if music grew on leaves as if in summer then summer leaves itself revealing autumn the bonfires are gone the vine slack the line taut disappearing in the murk the fly buzzing in and out of speakers paspalum and clothes pegs the families walk away from the shore little purple towel hanging on the wire sunday evening mauves in the machinery halted in mid dig new improved hotels half empty clouds gather round the point of evening thankful for darkening shadows we have disappeared into history now we enter the past via the present soon time moves apart for us swallows us it opens up we move forward into some time ago existing only memory sticks to the sides you were alone when you came in here your face hidden in planes of grey the solid cables groan underwater mooring us all to the floor hardly anyone about in the dells downtown in the groves of building and the glades of car in the schools of helicopters swimming through sky shall we depart then? shall we make such preparations and plans? and all the time the soft mouth and nightbelly and the discarded shallow pleasure of river rushing back up into the mountainous height
summons
if you have eyes only to see it
if things added up or went away
if music grew on leaves as if in summer
then summer leaves itself revealing autumn
the bonfires are gone
the vine slack
the line taut disappearing in the murk
the fly buzzing in and out of speakers
paspalum and clothes pegs
the families walk away from the shore
little purple towel hanging on the wire
sunday evening mauves in
the machinery halted in mid dig
new improved hotels half empty
clouds gather round the point of evening
thankful for darkening shadows
we have disappeared into history now
we enter the past via the present
soon time moves apart for us swallows us
it opens up we move forward into some time ago
existing only memory sticks to the sides
you were alone when you came in here
your face hidden in planes of grey
the solid cables groan underwater mooring us all to the floor
hardly anyone about in the dells downtown
in the groves of building and the glades of car
in the schools of helicopters swimming through sky
shall we depart then?
shall we make such preparations and plans?
and all the time the soft mouth and nightbelly
and the discarded shallow pleasure of river
rushing back up
into the mountainous height
where the black snouted night delved into hillside a golden sun emerged tumescent and ablaze behold a lilac lake of blooming tree a silver gallery of mirrored fish flash untrammelled panelled oak soaked light of afternoon the ritual of forest glen the other time of men now evensong is calling vespers sung by lifes own hum roaming through these star cracked places in new lothian yes and my companions sloth and the crazed blackberry girl my rubiest dreams of opalmarine my sentient thoughts go running abreast in fields of teetering amethyst the trappings of a despotic tyrant with my entitled free mantle i explode in hyper semantic priming that pumped up jumped up mind machine mind machine throwing it all together as quick as this electrons interpenetrating the very wall we hear that old future call
limbed
where the black snouted night delved into hillside
a golden sun emerged tumescent and ablaze
behold a lilac lake of blooming tree
a silver gallery of mirrored fish flash
untrammelled panelled oak soaked light of afternoon
the ritual of forest glen
the other time of men
now evensong is calling
vespers sung by lifes own hum
roaming through these star cracked places in new lothian
yes and my companions sloth and the crazed blackberry girl
my rubiest dreams of opalmarine
my sentient thoughts go running abreast in fields of teetering amethyst
the trappings of a despotic tyrant with my entitled free mantle
i explode in hyper semantic priming that pumped up jumped up mind machine
mind machine throwing it all together as quick as this
electrons interpenetrating the very wall
we hear that old future call
we were living forever in some strange city in some strange day that stretched on and out somebody talking in labyrinthian chambers somebody framed against the pale sky at dawn somebody walking down gardened roads in quiet time slowly somebody else i suppose was following close reality warped in memory though some sanctuary there was or there must have been that where did we hide from wolves and jackal men then? the mind is a mystery it cannot fathom itself it cannot dive deep into its ocean and find all the monsters it cannot sort out the voices and lives it contains it cannot map the forces which have come down to bear on it it cannot always tell sweet truth from brute lie harnessed to anxiety goaded by pride and hammered by doubt (what the fuck am i saying?) it apprehends the world a dim thing immured to beauty immersed in merciless acts wickedness breeds in the swamps of imagination like lust for money like avarice for flesh like need to see hurt and taste blood the mind of human cannot understand the mind of animal the mind of human cannot understand the mind of god we are neither one thing nor the other or maybe in transition try explaining abattoirs to the aliens see if they can buy into it the gods and the aliens with their prints all over me moulding me holding me telling me what to say even if i am mad and my mind is now gone something still out there tells me what to say and how i should say it… i wonder who that is? i wonder who else is in my mind i wonder how all this came to be here working so well (except for some men) i wonder why […]
flash bang wallop
we were living forever
in some strange city
in some strange day that stretched on and out
somebody talking in labyrinthian chambers
somebody framed against the pale sky at dawn
somebody walking down gardened roads in quiet time slowly
somebody else i suppose was following close
reality warped in memory though
some sanctuary
there was or there must have been that
where did we hide from wolves and jackal men then?
the mind is a mystery
it cannot fathom itself
it cannot dive deep into its ocean and find all the monsters
it cannot sort out the voices and lives it contains
it cannot map the forces which have come down to bear on it
it cannot always tell sweet truth from brute lie
harnessed to anxiety
goaded by pride
and hammered by doubt
(what the fuck am i saying?)
it apprehends the world a dim thing
immured to beauty
immersed in merciless acts
wickedness breeds in the swamps of imagination
like lust for money like avarice for flesh
like need to see hurt and taste blood
the mind of human cannot understand the mind of animal
the mind of human cannot understand the mind of god
we are neither one thing nor the other
or maybe in transition
try explaining abattoirs to the aliens
see if they can buy into it
the gods and the aliens with their prints all over me
moulding me holding me telling me what to say
even if i am mad and my mind is now gone
something still out there tells me what to say
and how i should say it…
i wonder who that is?
i wonder who else is in my mind
i wonder how all this came to be here
working so well (except for some men)
i wonder why things are so hard for some
so easy for others
and others who dont even know theyre playing a game
at first it can seem like all beer and skittles
then snakes n ladders n then i dont know
but youve been dicing with death all along
and must have realised that
when they began the last song
