Omnium Gatherum
			Spirits and August Light


1. Writhen

"To get out of smell of mould, to get back on your feet again - let every 
god have his day" - and again the leather is black as i lie on fragments of 
glass, more broke than ever - no more ti amo - trying not to hate the guts 
we all have - 'cause i got the guts and i feel the guilt - now we still hate 
it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka 
vuotaa edelleen - and who swore not to let it out in here just to see the 
boots rot away in one's feet - so better ring the bell of whoredom if it 
wants to ring, or just forget all perverse offerings - the writhing stays 
the same even if you got the guts and you feel the guilt - now we still hate 
it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka 
vuotaa edelleen - minne sattuu ihmiseen - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka 
vuotaa edelleen


2. Deathwhite

Free enough to see what's going on in there - a man has naught if not 
himself, not an island - just the son of a gun - i'm sure you knew i ate it 
up to spit it out - in blinded mute ground, gasping for words - buried - yes 
you saw the lust for vengeance - i've had my fill, the share of losing - 
i've had my fill, the share of losing - the years in these worlds, more than 
i could feel - anywhere - to get it crystallized at last - i've had my fill, 
the share of losing - i've had my fill, the share of losing - and when they 
all speak at the same time they make me wonder what on earth in hell it was 
- and was it wise to seek release in and through ex stasis - did i face it 
all, standing - with the 'love, laugh, cry' - to say the things i truly feel 
- i've had my fill, the share of losing


3. The Perfumed Garden

I'm sick of all these scars - the worst of me could feel its whole grace - 
"the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is 
still the same"


4. Amor Tonight

I put my boots back on, brought them down from the attic - and they're so 
nice and broken, with words unspoken to this city inside aflame - here i am, 
like a crooked little lamb - so breathless - the world is trying to stop and 
the night is still - and it's still "if you only knew:" - like an hour of 
doom, with broken bottles on the streets and amor gone crazy - so crazy, as 
we feel afire - just forgive me the bad weather - there's no love without 
faith and thine is dead, no love except with fati and thine is dead - so 
would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was meant to be - 
tonight - so would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was 
meant to be - i was meant to be - i was meant to be - i was meant to be


5. Cure A Wound

Throw your wishes at a stone, whenever feeling it - what has an endless 
sight - it never cared for us - will the midnight sun ever be that black 
again - take off more masquerades, longing to be touched - to be released in 
a way or another - try harder and everything will be blending, then tear it 
down - the wine's out of your cup - don't cure a wound, no baby, that 
doesn't help at all - throw your wishes at a stone, whenever feeling it - 
what has an endless sight - it never cared for us - the wine's out of your 
cup - don't cure a wound, no baby, that doesn't help at all - the wine's out 
of your cup - don't cure a wound, no baby, that doesn't help at all - 
"there's too many party people, the tough guys are even worse" - oh if it's 
grey one should get lost, and you should know you spell it wrong - let's 
bleed for the years that passed away with seasonal affective disorder even 
in midsummer


6. The Emptiness Of Spirit

How many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man - and if it 
isn't good i understand - with different rights - the days to settle down, 
to hear what's going low - there's a bitter old ghost and a side trail every 
morning - how many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man - and 
when it comes to this - easily for those with beer, honey - waiting - the 
days to settle down, to hear what's going low - and it's in the wind - the 
spirit blowing the answer to an asshole's face - not to swear for nothing, 
in synchronicity that's even still perfect - there's a bitter old ghost and 
a side trail every morning


7. Wastrel

Yes i can't deny the worn out and truthful, if it's picturesque - though 
it's just a saying, not useful - resolve that great chain of aging and 
fierce hours - so soon it becomes annoying to us - yes between her thighs it 
was nothing - i don't know if she even lives, but you: - and i never was in 
need of touch unless it would come through my heart's shape - not like they 
who say it in today's fashion - now you know what's going on with me - 
trying to steal the light - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air - 
i'm still here breathing, feeling so much better than i was last year - with 
a curtain of smoke - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air - the 
welkin not on my mind, nor anything it covers


8. Son's Thoughts

For the one my window hides in its view... - to enlighten me if my love's 
real, or that faith - what's more bitter than the late spring - i forgot to 
live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated in 
one of those - and when the world is left i don't need an inscription to 
remind for these things - if it's washing away, well, you know what - 
praying on one's knees - before - bring salvation for every soul - i forgot 
to live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated 
in one of those - when in search of clarity, the way is lost in itself - 
gone into its own walker - and every shadow has its bearer of shadow - every 
shadow has its bearer of shadow - (a son with the thought of not standing 
his demise - still afraid of getting a lethal dis ease) - and the clauses 
they were, they were all without reins - though didn't want to lose, didn't 
want to lose my heart - somewhere in the mists of my blurred daily 
consciousness - the thought of not standing a dis ease


9. It Shines

The world's broken when i'm not here, and if we take it to its limits... - 
maybe no beauty left - seeing things that aren't ours - for truth and 
delusion, any kind of a difference - but on that night it felt like home - 
with a small amount of love and that cliche / classy pale white face - what 
her sad eyes brought me - "and i want to be, i want to be where the sun is 
shining - i want to have you there beside me - and take me back to where the 
magic is - 'cause this fucking head it's hurting" - searching for bliss from 
between the lines, and if i'm given the chance: - moving in this world with 
good luck in the veins - 'cause so far, yeah so far i've suffered too - but 
no more dog-like martyrs to be - with these heads to shine hurt and curse - 
and no, i could not sleep at night when its throes held me high - "and i 
want to be, i want to be where the sun is shining - i want to have you there 
beside me - and take me back to where the magic is - 'cause this fucking 
head it's hurting"


Recorded and mixed at Sonic Pump studios by Nino Laurenne, August-September `02.
Mastered at Finnvox studios by Mika Jussila.

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