Abandoned Dreams


Our second album is curated sound poetry, without any compromises or distractions.
Complementary to the music, experimental videos enhance the dreamlike atmosphere.

Abandoned Dreams moves between lyric-based minimal arrangements, baroque breakbeats and industrial noise.
Like 15 fingers on the same hand clawing through a distorted fantasy and grasping for a distant reality.

I´ll Bite Your Head Off

The limestone glitter where
my feet cling like a
prehistorian creature
The imitation of the four-legged animal
that I am
when bending down
using my hands for balance

(I´ll bite your head off)

For now, my body is mine
and I nurture it only for me

(Your head off)

Me/Mine

(I am what I decide, my body follows,
as my outlines does)

Rejected, desired, alien or align
But for me, my skin, my shape, my breasts

(I am what I decide, my body follows,
as my outlines does)

I hold this life in moment,
in movement, in stillness
In time it´s mine

(I am what I decide, my body follows,
as my outlines does)

I hold this longing
and waves of yes and no
in my skin

Glacier Mind

Maybe you inhaled too deep
(Numbing cold)
Maybe you stopped breathing for a while
Our bodies won’t decompose
(Numbing cold)
Neither will they ever be found
(Numb)
Decreasing ice between us
(Cold)

Verge

Impossible one
Impossible one
Uneasy one
Difficult one
Difficult one
Cannot
Uneasy one
Will not
Cannot
Will not
Refuses to
Uneasy one
Refuses to
Uneasy one

Formula

The laboratory shelf;
Poisons and cures

Burned out peace and quiet

Un-adaptable, asocial
Essential, asocial

The inventory reads;
Anti-stress
Anti-strength

Big Wheels

A great silence
looming
on the road to
the unsure past
Desolate
only for this one
caravan
driven by
a sick sick man
He´s running
the show
He´s carrying
a letter
(driven by a sick sick man)
of void
Sealed
with the holy spirit
(driven by a sick sick man)
with the holy spirit
Sealed

Dead of Summer

Season of the idle
searching, seeking
grasping, clutching
Busy bones, glued eyelids
Concerts of groans
Shrieking, shouting

Passengers of heat
and passing
of dark yellow liquids

Top Performer

Security
Uncertainty
First dates
Past lives
Rapes
You missed out
It´s too late
Top performer
at life
Tell me your story
but it´s really mine

Limited offer
Expiration dates
passed

No-Body

Ovary bells gather
the children
Haunting chimes
while blood drops
painting
trails
for the search
crews
But the rain
confuses them
DNA washed away
Stories of lives lived
too fast
Tales of years
cut short
Crime-TV mirror
Pieces of clothes
in the woods
like dark red cloths
in the toilet bowl
For No-body
the blood hounds
go wild
I´ll make them
my pets
I´ll parent them
to death

Risk It All

Let go
Come down
Float up
Hold on
Take another
Turn on
Push harder
Cut deeper
Step over
Let's go

Calm down
Sit tight
Breathe in
Stop it

Jump
Take it all
Use it up
Drink it up
Risk it all

Risk it all

Let´s go
Risk it all

Sunset Bleeds

(I see no sunsets)
(I see no sunsets)

The mountain is a wound
With no sound the sky screams
First the grounds grow tall
Then the ground fall
With it it’s buildings
Voices echo louder than bombs
The ocean is still

(I see no sunsets)

The ocean is without wind

(I see no sunsets)
(I see no sunsets)

The ocean is watching
(I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a sunset)

Survival Instinct

From the other side
strange faces peek in
Fearlessly smiling and waving
Beckoning

(Survival instinct)

Showing themselves active
Muscular
Capable and able to provide
We don't speak
the same language
We don't even greet each other
with the same hand
An incalculable number of people
But sometimes there is no one there

(Survival instinct)

Vast spaces to observe and possess
Cranes to build temples of thoughts
Places to rotate with freedom

(Survival instinct)

No ratios or medical appointments to meet
No fishing luck

(Survival instinct)

Face down in the water

Month 3

Words engraved
Responsibility placed
like boulders on your chests
Goodbyes are said
No one is forgiven

Goodbyes are said
No one is forgiven

Dim Lights

I have to dim the lights

It's tragic to be tender
It's dangerous to be kind
It's unflattering to throw truths around

Let´s dance aerial ballets all night in bed
On demented occasions
the shutter easily opens and rays come in

Always in the middle of the night
I have to dim the lights
All is still when the show starts
boasts of its greatness
Tornadoes that drag everything with them
ash and garbage
It bristles with erect attractions
and dripping wet wonders of the world

Let´s dance aerial ballets all night in bed
I have to dim the lights

Underground

The soil vibrates, it does not speak nor sing of what is beneath
It growls and murmurs and barks
It twists and turns in the corner of your eye
The air bent and time manipulated.

The ball rolling uphill and the birds flying on their backs
You lay the palm of your hand to the ground and it’s burning
You try to walk but waves are forming under your feet
You stand still but move anyways
It’s like a fever, like going mad
It looks like the day suddenly fills up with night
But it is all flies