Blood From A Stone

Audio CD, MP3
Released: May 12, 2009

Track listings:
01. Midnight Sun Dream
02. Blood From A Stone
03. Bandy Riddles
04. No Mascara Tears
05. Seventeen
06. Salt Of The Earth
07. No One But Yourself
08. In Here/ Out There
09. Crack
10. Bygd Til By

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Lyrics

01. Mid Night Sun Dream
Hanne: tremolo & solo guitars, clogs, synth, skaland rocks, table, train door, percussion, field recordings
Kåre: rhythm guitar
Henning: bass
—

You and me and everyone,
walking in the midnight sun,
we are bare.
We don’t need to dress in clothes,
no attempts on sowing oats.
We are rare.
Strangers take care.
Don’t need to be aware.
There is no despair.

When we meet, we politely say
“how are you”, and do not stay.
Strangers outdoors.
When I pass, I don’t look back.
You don’t whistle a warning of attack.
We’re matures,
not saboteurs.
I am not yours.
There’re no gender wars.

I’m no temptress
you can’t resist.
There’s no message.
We’re simply bare strangers
under the midnight sun.

02. Blood From A Stone
Hanne: lead guitar, celesta pedal percussion, backing vocals
Kåre: acoustic guitar
Henning: bass
Ivar: rhythm guitars
Martin: kitchen percussion
Hurra Torpedo: oven & freezer- drums
—

I am calm,
mild and meek.
I often do
avoid to speak.
But my mouth says
the words she likes.
I play the game
she decides.

“Never ask,
at all time keep it disguised,
let no-one know”-
tell me, who gave you
these rules?
You never made no promise, boy.

Inside I’m not
the way she thinks.
She doesn’t know
about my salty drinks.
But I won’t tell,
it just never fits.
I’d rather swell
than ask for it.

Far underneath
my belly screams.
But a mouth curb
allays, it seems.
The circumstances’
dictatorship
I cannot change.
Guess I deserve the whip.

03. Bandy Riddles
Hanne: rhythm guitars, clogs, vaseline box & kitchen percussion, hand claps, bicycle spokes, tambourine, backing vocals
Kåre: acoustic guitars
Lena: flute
Bent: bass
Martin: metal percussion
Mark: cello
—

I am drawing a sheet
full of dots and lines
- that’s you.
And you are drawing a star,
scissor out, it shines.
- that’s me.

I wish I knew each one of you,
knew all your bandy riddles
and you – mine,
knew mine.

Through my star shaped shades
I see some people stare at me.
And through my heart shaped heart
I sense someone’s repair.

If I were a song,
then I’d be yours
and I’d cure your
woe.

If I were a song,
then I’d be yours
and I’d cure your
woe.. woe.. woe

Different shapes and colors-
you’re helping me unwind,
you are one of a kind
and you lighten up my mind.
But it’s so many of you,
sometimes I just resign.

If I were a song,
then I’d be yours
and I’d cure your
woe.
Oooooooooooooooo………….
We’ll sing each other’s songs.
That’s where our love belongs.

04. No Mascara Tears
Hanne: lead guitars, bass, church organ
Kåre: rhythm guitar, choir, synth
Erland: log drum, sandviken saw
—

A weak hand reaches out now,
fear is in her eyes,
whispers a curly prayer,
no mascara tears.

Is she a performer,
is her pain real?
Our insufficiency
feeds apathy.
“She even lost her heart”, we say,
keep our own away.

The more she needs
the less I give.
If she’s in vain
I leave her.
The harder she tries
the worse I see her.
All that is weak.
I leave behind.

05. Seventeen
Hanne: toms, clogs, tambourine, metal box snare, bass, synth, rhythm & solo guitars
Kåre: rhythm guitars, grand piano, bicycle wheel
Lena: bass clarinet
Hurra Torpedo: oven & freezer- percussion
—

He’s seventeen,
he’s like a machine.
He’s of steel,
he’s a cog in the wheel,
a spine so steep,
he’d never weep
but you could buy him pretty cheap.

Didn’t fit in school.
A stupid rule
made him a fool.
But bragging bold
what he’s been told,
that’s his gold.

A perfect master’s tool.
Dignity is astray
if you can pay.
He would even gladly
go the easy way out,
line of least resistance.
He’s the king of cash.
He’s a gold digger soldier.

Unknowingness
are hurting less,
won’t be a mess.
Affordability and
getting things for free
is of importance,
to be fed on champagne and
get it directly in the vein.

He’s a puppet in a show,
just an undertow.
(But) he doesn’t know.
X2

06. Salt Of the Earth
Hanne: church organ, non stop candy- percussion, grand piano, backing vocals
Kåre: backing vocals, synths
Ivar: solo guitar
Henning: rhythm & solo basses
Hurra Torpedo: oven & freezer- percussion
—

As you march,
put your feet down along the path,
as you sharply slide,
cut what darkens your designed, firm sight -

I am the grass under your feet that softens your steps,
and I am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch,
gloss over, silence and forget.

As you’re getting close,
tear along, rushing madly off reaching your goals,
as you dust up the sand,
eager to see rewards in glitter and gold -

I am the sand under your feet that softens your steps,
and I am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch,
gloss over and silence, omit.
I am the grass under your feet that softens your steps,
and I am the branch you break and
I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch,
gloss over and silence and forget.

As you cut in suspense,
wanting space to grow,
- it’s on my expense,
but you don’t look below.

07. No one But Yourself
Hanne: table percussion, rhythm guitar, soprano recorder
Kåre: acoustic guitar
Ivar; lead & solo guitars
Lena: bass clarinet
—

It’s not a man
nor a woman,
there’s no one in the sky
counting our sins,
forgiving our misdeeds,
no one denouncing
or immortalizing.

There’s no right or wrong.
It all lacks a motive.
State of affairs:
A sheer force of will
is our navigator,
we run our own risks.
No parachutes,
no shelter.

We’re behind the wheel,
we decide ourselves which way to pull,
what our faith contains and
how to relate to our
crossroads.

No God may be aching,
but grief alone may gather.
One life may be a painful truth,
but life alone may relieve.

08. In Here/Out There
Hanne: prepared grand piano, table percussion, drums, backing vocals, synth
Kåre: synth
Henning: bass
Ivar: guitars
Lena: bass clarinet
Hurra Torpedo: oven & freezer- percussion
—

I’m closing my eyes,
pleasure, delights.
In here it all’s quite bright.
Nothing’s in the way,
conscience is astray.
And to keep it comfortable I can close my eyes.

I know that there’s trouble going on,
that out there’re wars and battles from dusk till dawn,
knees on the floors, hands back bounded.
But to keep it comfortable I close my eyes.

Now I can see the concrete’s begging.
Can’t help making my shoes trampling.
Something odd inside’s about to arise.
To keep it comfortable I close my eyes.

09. Crack
Hanne: bass, rhythm gitar, heart drum, celesta pedal percussion
Kåre: zithers, guitar, synths
Ivar: solo & FX guitar
Hurra Torpedo: oven & freezer- percussion
—

We know a hanging drop of water’s fate
is to crack meeting the ground.
Like an egg in a bird’s nest -
it will crack.
Some things won’t hold back,
it must crack.

Shaking a soda- it overflows.
That’s just the way it goes.
Like a full barrage on a rainy day
-it overflows.
Some things won’t shut,
it must crack.

Put fear inside a dense box
-it will grow. Later explode.
Shame, anger, guilt put behind bars-
they will grow.
Later they crack.

Some things won’t
vanish behind closed doors.
Like a virus, they form and grow.
You can’t stop it, you’re gonna burst.
You’re gonna crack.
It must crack.

10. Bygd Til By
Hanne: q chord, rhythm guitar, vibrafonette, celesta, glockenspiel, whistling, backing vocals, table percussion, piano pedal snare
Kåre: q chord, guitar synth, whistling
Ivar: lead guitar
Erland: sandviken saw
—

Med svai rygg
og skjev nakke
bøyer de seg for meg.
Noen så vidt,
andre til bakken,
smiler et svakt,

ærbødig farvel.

I gull og rødt
har de kledd seg.
Med øm røst
hvisker de til meg.
Det kiler i øret,
Hemmelighetene,

ydmykt farvel.

Bygd til by,
over sky,
tok jeg følge med en ravn.
Bygd til by,
over sky.
Ei det samme. Annet navn.

Langt bak et telt, et bål
og dype hav,
kjennes lukten av betong.
Tunge, gråsvarte, uvillige
byr seg frem
med liksom sang.

Tungsindig,
Vemodig.
Farvel.