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Saturnine
04:08
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My frozen feet in the sand
And my heart in my mouth
My evening angst is coming out
My shaky hand on my chest
And my head up in the clouds
All my emotions are much too loud
I don't offer much protection
I keep my dark side away from reflections
Obsolete plans and vague convictions
It's getting too late to make good decisions
The taste of tar in my lungs
A blank slate on my mind
So many things I can't describe
Somewhere down memory lane
Along parallel lines
I'm eating up another mile
I don't offer much protection
I keep my dark side away from reflections
Obsolete plans and vague convictions
It's getting too late to make good decisions
Saturnine your name sounds so meaningful to my ears
And whiskey keeps me warm
Saturnine now that the bravest soldiers have disappeared
I'm waiting for the storm
I'm waiting for the storm to break my fall
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2. |
Home On A Saturday Night
03:14
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Another meaningless weekend
I'm getting phone calls from my friends
But I don't want to see anyone
Don't want to meet anyone
It's freezing cold outside
And I don't want to socialize
I want to be by myself
I think I'll hibernate
At least until Monday
I don't want to see anyone
I don't want to need anyone
I'm not feeling blue
I'm just not in the mood
And on top of that I'm broke
Happens a lot when you're unemployed
I've got cupboards full of groceries
I've got drawers full of bad movies
I'm staying home on a Saturday night
I've got my hifi to keep me company
I've got records from Can and Pixies
I'm staying home on a Saturday night
The night may still be young
But I'm not up for fun
I know I'm boring
So what if I'm boring
I'm gonna lay on my sofa
Sip Cherry-Cola
And strum my guitar
While everyone is going wild in bars
Here from my window
I can see people
Staggering down the street
Here from my window
I can hear people
Singing and stomping their feet
And I watch all this
With curious eyes
I've got cupboards full of cookies
I've got drawers full of bad movies
I'm staying home on a Saturday night
I've got my hifi to keep me company
I've got Records from Ride and the Feelies
I'm staying home on a Saturday night
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In my heart of hearts I wish that you had never come
So you would always be on your way
The sun is going somewhere but I will be sitting here
With my green headphones on rediscovering « Low »
What did I do last Sunday?
I was singing
What will I do next Sunday?
I'll be singing
With the nightingale
Until I lose my voice
Homesick and exhausted though I'm only halfway gone
For some odd reason these things never really change
A northbound train and winter is already drawing near
In a few weeks Stockholm will be buried in snow
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Eureka
03:31
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You are the places
That I want to see
You are the faces
That I want to meet
I think that fun is on its way
You are a fashion
A seasonal thing
And what's a passion
Other than a fling?
I bought some popcorn by the way
A cloudless sky above me (ah ah)
A shadow cast behind me (ah ah)
I want to scream "amore" at the top of my lungs
I want to scream all kinds of things in a foreign tongue
I've got cheap intentions
On my mind
You are the lovers
That I want to date
And all the others
That I long to taste
I think that lust is on its way
You are the feelings
That make perfect sense
But what's the meaning
Of us being friends?
I brought my toothbrush by the way
A cloudless sky above me (ah ah)
A shadow cast behind me (ah ah)
I want to scream "eureka" at the top of my lungs
I want to scream all kinds of things in a foreign tongue
I've got odd expectations
For tonight
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Miss sapphire blue
Let's somersault
Miss sapphire blue
I don't want to get old
And when the lights go out
I scream before you have time to shout
I've missed you
Miss sapphire blue
Miss emerald green
Let's rock and roll
Miss emerald green
I don't want to make smalltalk
And when the light go out
You yawn with your hand over your mouth
Why don't you kiss me?
Miss emerald green
This is something I have never felt
Oh oh oh
It's a dream I have never dreamt
Miss ruby red
Let's tell ourselves some jokes
Miss ruby red
I don't want to ask for more
And when the lights go out
We horse around on my leather couch
I might lose my head
Miss ruby red
This is something I have never felt
Oh oh oh
It's a dream I have never dreamt
This is nothing but the very best
Oh oh oh
This is something I will tell my friends
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6. |
The Swaying of Trees
03:10
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Doodling patterns with my stiff hand
Behind my back I hear ravens squawking
Pouring thin crushed glass
Into a shaker of salt
And adjusting the picture frames
On my wall
Bringing back feelings of wisdom and peace
When staring through the window at the swaying of trees
With a shaker full of quicksand
I'm seasoning all my blandest drawings
If I don't leave the house
I might need breathing holes
To fan the fire and the flames
Before I choke
Bringing back feelings of wisdom and peace
When staring through the window at the swaying of trees
Covering songs from unknown French bands
On my guitar while the rain is falling
Unfolding ancient maps
Places that I wanted to know
Only memories remain
From a long sometime ago
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Supersonic Seaplane
04:26
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Through my magnifying glass
I see miracles
And I see greater sides of you
Waves are crashing behind my back
It’s almost biblical
The colors turn into something blue
Sometimes
You weld your body to mine
Sometimes we take off on a super sonic seaplane
Sometimes
You fill my stories with rhymes
Sometimes we give ourselves some super corny nicknames
You lead me off the beaten path
There are obstacles
But I really prefer the view
In the wake of your zigzags
Nothing’s logical
But I find better ways to reconquer you
Sometimes
You weld your body to mine
Sometimes we take off on a super sonic seaplane
Sometimes
You fill my stories with rhymes
Sometimes we give ourselves some super corny nicknames
On a super sonic seaplane
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July
03:41
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On the carpet of a motel room
She is dreaming of a fuller moon
Some burnt down matches and a table spoon
Oh no don’t say it’s true
Is she leaving for somewhere new?
I wonder if she’ll get there soon
Her body is stiff and her lips are blue
Oh no don’t say it’s true
Summer is over
Late September
July might not be remembered
July does the light shine where you’re now?
The days get colder
The sun is weathered
July left no farewell letter
July has taken her final bow
Down the long motel hallway
They are taking her away
A frozen smile on her childish face
July things will be ok
I’ve been told there was a place
Where dreamers go when it gets late
Where dreamers feel a little less insane
July things will be ok
Summer is over
Late September
July might not be remembered
July does the light shine where you’re now?
The days get colder
The sun is weathered
July left no farewell letter
July how’s the view from your cloud
Does the light shine
Does the light shine where you’re now?
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Hard Sunshine
03:36
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In this odd dream
You are wearing black washed out jeans
And smartly you've rolled up your shirt sleeves
You are singing
While I'm swimming
At your feet
You are singing
While I'm sinking
In the soft peat
The sky is a blend of blues
And our faces are blending too
No these colors will never dry
Despite the hard sunshine
And I’m feeling strange
Because happiness seems within range
I shut my eyes as if I feared nothing
I crystallize
And my ears are buzzing
You are grinning
While I’m kissing
Your left cheek
You are grinning
While I’m swinging
From tree to tree
The sky is a blend of blues
And our faces are blending too
You’re part of all my clumsy plans
You say you do but you don’t understand
No your laughter will never die
Beyond the hard sunshine
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We make a fine couple
Not the ordinary kind
We’re behind closed doors lovers
Away from domestic eyes
A seven month romance
Based on lust and lies
I’ve married your sister
She’s pregnant for the third time
Hotels and backstreets
Dark places where we meet
Amber if they find out
That we’ve been untrue
Amber I’m a dead man
And you’re a dead woman too
Amber I am in doubt
But I wanna keep seing you
Amber let’s stick to the plan
Let’s stay this way
No one’s got a clue
About our team
All our tricks
And all our little schemes
We’re two selfish people
Leading double lives
« He’s gone out with friends »
« Dying to see you tonight »
For every situation
We have perfect alibis
The temptation is too great
For our weak and fickle minds
Amber if they find out
That we’ve been untrue
Amber I’m a dead man
And you’re a dead woman too
Amber are we allowed
To behave the way we do
Amber let’s stick to the plan
I’m still amazed
No one knows the truth
About our team
All our thrills
And all our little dreams
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11. |
A Dream
03:40
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Picture a fine
Summer evening in the north
A designer house on a hillside
With lots of guests in the backyard
« You may come inside »
Screams a bald man by the porch
« The band‘s about to play »
« Give them some support »
‘’Wild Thing’’
‘’Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds’’
The set list is pretty cool
Dry gin
Helps me overcome my shyness
So I slowly start to shake and groove
And there...
A shameless red haired boy
With a little machine gun toy
Is making warlike sounds
I think he’s shooting me down
The lady in white
Moshing alone on the dance floor
Is on her knees with her tongue out
For some frantic air guitar
I approach a handsome guy
I make shallow remarks and he seems bored
I’m clumsy I don’t have much to say
So he walks out the door
I head back outside
Where two dogs are mating
I breathe in deep I raise my glass
« A lot of hunks at this wedding »
The mosquitos have joined the fun
I think I’ve been bitten
And there again
The same shameless boy
With a little machine gun toy
Is making warlike sounds
I think he’s shooting me down
And with a trembling voice
I tell him he leaves me no other choice
But to play dead and fall to the ground
The boy has shot me down
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12. |
I Bear Many Names
03:26
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I think I've had enough
And I think I think too much
I know the rules but I hate this game
Is it my move?
Is it my time to play?
I think I dare not choose
And I've never learnt how to lose
I'm one of those who are scared to change
I can be faceless
I bear many names
I'm just like my mother
I go deaf and dumb
When the willow trees cry
Where are the colors?
Where is the sun
In this part of the sky?
Who's gonna chase away the winter?
I thought I had seen it all
Through the pictures on my bedroom walls
But false impressions tend to stay
And the luster often tends to fade
I'm just like my mother
I go deaf and dumb
When the willow trees cry
Where are the colors?
Where is the sun
In this part of the sky?
Is this the safest place to spend the winter?
I hear the jackals howl
I want holes in the clouds
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