Beyond Dawn Electric Sulking Machine 1. Violence Heals Are you breathin' Right here under my nose The air has turned so pungent Like being inside the restless cars Or the bodies they pick from the pavement And I shudder, I am sickened By my presence like a narrow-mind routine As I'm trying to disappear Into a self-supporting cloud of nicotine Here is the scene Where infinite beings Must rely on his hands and knees As night turns the shape Of the creatures obscene I really do hate their existance Surpassing themselves in the ugliest ways Like a crowd that won't keep the distance I am sinking, I am lowered Into a pool that isn't water, is it dear? But violence heals The wildest deceits Of a mind that's forgotten its human 2. Addictions Are Private Am I being loved By under-estimating fools With a certain distaste For progression and the new Like the negative photograph You see when you close your eyes Slips away in a moment or two You don't get me, do you? I didn't really put myself out But I fulfilled my expectations Perhaps it didn't feel so grand Neither was it so convincing In dreams I've seen all of these things Now it seems as if I was awake And they were human beings Changing by the hour While I stayed here all day Now there's just a few That makes any sense Of all these objects viewed Through the palm of my hand To leave this room Means going straight Out of fiction and into the great Sentimental truth Singing little clichés Though I am not in love Failing to define What I'm thinking of Dreaming that I speak of Things I cannot say Hiding in my pockets Well, all addictions are private anyway 3. On The Subject Of Turning Insane My self confidence has resigned Now I walk with indifference With my will and my fear Following me from a distance So presence please Make love to me Clean my head with nonsense You are a whore that I can afford Nobody wants my conscience If I cannot open to what I love Then will it be gone, along with the sun That shines just slightly Upon anything I hope for I'm alone where dreams are born Where my eyelids hide your picture from the sun This stupid dolled up longing That I cough up every morning This is my skin you see Stretched all over me Tightened around so perfectly Exposed to other peoples eyes, Safety-pins, razorblades and knives 4. Certain Qualities Certain qualities are required To make you feel concluded when you fall You may find yourself with all your clothes off Standing three feet above them all The flames will be up to your neck like problems Far more concerning than the thought Of being someone, however not worthy Of anymore attention from the world Do you feel like those Who lie silent in their graves? Do they seem that close To the fertile earth behind your dreaming eyes? Certain qualities are required To remember pleasure when it's gone You may lack the wit to see misfortune More entertaining than a stone Just like convenient crimes where noone gets hurt You wouldn't notice any wrong Inside those lines that I'm producing To make you feel connected to this song Oh you bitter one, your love's labour lost Or was it nothing? Were you ever close To achieve the gift of understanding? 5. Fairy Liquid What a cruel sensation To feel the shape of bones beneath your aging skin Your naked emotion Meets with the fear -now will you give in? You may hold your life In these fleshless hands -there may not be more What a wrong decision To dig into the nature of what you adore And there is sweetness in the thoughts familiar In any book of any capable dreamer lying buried below There is beauty in the feeble killer Inside the drugs that make you shiver, tender, out of nothing at all You may fool your mind All of the time -now will you ignore This cruel sensation And all those shameful years 'Cause there will be more You are choking and it's serious Well you can't see it's delirious 6. Aagé My behaviour is strange I am lightyears away Like a star unknown Sleeping in the light of the day And tonight perhaps I could crawl Into a dream I could hide between those Blankets and sheets And tonight perhaps I could crawl Into a dream 7. Pop Ist Verboten Like unfriendly temptations Under sea coloured heavens The icecreamy faces The adorable maidens Upon the roofs of the city The sun sends his pity And I am kindness wrapped in a suit And I'm not really ugly 8. Cigarette There's a cold, constant neon flicker Filled with an odour of decline and sour liqour Where bodies intertwine and spirits linger I suck the blood of a left hand finger And with it I release my self-esteem A reason to redeem I'm a failure - I'm unclean There's not an action I regret I light another cigarette And through the smoke, I feel the scent Of something far beyond an incident A lecture for the trivial Artistic, not theatrical And she moves just like an erotic cabarét Leaving the lust for both happiness and dismay The softest lips, gold gracious fingertips As she moves, I watch her hips This is chaos, this is karma Coming down into a drama This is what I feed on - I won't forget I light another cigarette We inhale the honey gently Planning a smooth and thoughtful re-entry A first world war documentary With a touch of the twentyfirst century Two calculative wannabes Running dry on energy With poison floating through their veins Superficial intolerance Four blurred eyes taken leave of sense Intoxicated, in pains Confronting, colliding, exploding As if our lives would end this very day With lethal words that sting and say I've seen it all I'll take anything, come what may Given the world into my hands There's something I wouldn't miss The fruit of an evening like this The reuniting kiss Take aim, fire - this is what you get We light another cigarette 9. Pacific Blue Disorder Out of the tunnel comes the train Into the bright light of the day Into the overwhelming sun Into the staring eyes of anyone They´ll never leave you alone And the sand on the pavement you walk Are like rocks inside your shoes And the people like door frames As you enter their rooms Something supernatural Always likely to occur When all the lights are out And nothing really hurts And all of these derailments Deform their point of view They are all wonders to the eye They won't become distant to you Open or closed You´ll swim in deep pacific blue disorder Yeah, it's a wonderful drug 10. Hairy Liquor (Mer Kraft I Hver Draabe) Einar Sjursø ‒ Drums Petter Haavik ‒ Guitars Tore "Jazztobakk" Gjedrem ‒ Bass Espen Ingierd ‒ Vocals, Guitars Dag Midbrod ‒ Trombone, Keyboards