Tracks

02. Into The Night
03. The Hunter
04. South Of The Border
06. The Downward Spiral/Chimay
07. Sleeping In Traffic



02. Into The Night

Music by Rikard Sjöblom, Robert Hansen
Lyrics by Rikard Sjöblom
When did they come and where did they go
My thoughts, pure and white like snow
Here come the long and dark night of my soul
And now I'm all alone
There's a deep dark hole now where my love once used to be
She set me free
This is the long and dark night of my soul
Yes, now I'm all alone

So I've erased myself, replaced my mind, it's a clean slate
All I've felt and everyone I've ever known is gone
I feel a need to leave, just run straight into nowhere
There's nothing left in this town but self loathing

You think you know, think you can see who I am?
Don't colour my sleeves with your narrow mind
I'm more than my hair or the clothes that I wear
I feel the need for a new way of thinking
So I surrender myself to me

When did they come...

Lost in this approaching night
Traces of summer, still warm and breezy
As the sun sets over the forest

The woods are dark, cold and deep
I'm alone in here, and though I can't feel the presence of man
I feel something staring

I don't think the animals will harm me
But I know they know I'm here
To them I am the predator
It's man they've learned to fear

Suddenly a gun shot, then another
Someone is aiming at me
I throw myself behind a big old pine
My heart is beating like crazy
I can sense The Hunter, he's behind me
I'm a deer in his eyes
I start to run and hear him fire once more
Maybe I'm too far away...


03. The Hunter

Music & lyrics by Rikard Sjöblom
Your kind is the worst
You are a type of animal that does not grow
And it gives me satisfaction
To see you scared and running
And when you bleed, you bleed only for me
So Feel back the skin on your skull
'cause I want to see what's inside
I want to touch, I want to feel
I want to know exactly what's on your mind

Give me back the time I spent on hunting you down
'Cause I try to stay positive and all you do is frown
Give me something real to start out from

I want to know what's on your mind
I want to touch what hides inside
I want to feel your deepest thoughts
I want to know exactly what's inside

Give me back the time I spent on hunting you down
'Cause I try to stay positive and all you do is frown
Give me something real to start out from


04. South Of The Border

Music & lyrics by Rikard Sjöblom
This is the story of Gad-About-Garth
He was the kind of man you see in every bar
An old school bling bling guy, shades on in the dark
"I'm here for the ladies" he'd say, "light up my smoke"

Workin' the dancefloor, he'd shake it about
Chains and jewellery shimmering, bling-a-ling, glimmering
Workin' the females, not a butt he didn't slap
Dropping one-liners, some chauvinist crap:

Hey Ba-by! Have you ever been south of the border?
Yo Shugah! What would you like for breakfast in the morning?

Garth's fellow-workers at the office were fed-up
"I swear if he tries som'n with me I'll smack his ass all the way back to gooberville!"
Especially the ladies who felt they had enough
"Damn straight" "Uh-huh!"
They had arranged for him a neat little surprise
The yearly party at the office was the night

They hired some really beautiful drag queens
To jump out of a cake and tease around the crowd "Ta-dah!"
Everyone was in on it but Garth who was quite drunk
He did his usual act, obnoxious and loud

He was workin' the dancefloor, he'd shake it about
Chains and jewellery shimmering, bling-a-ling, glimmering
Workin' the queens, not a crotch he did not tap
Dropping one-liners, some chauvinist crap:

Hey Ba-by! Have you ever been south of the border?
Yo Shugah! What would you like for breakfast in the morning?

In the morning Garth woke up next to a beefy lady
with no hair and bad breath
He was angry, but then at the same time he could not
make himself leave just yet
All these feelings, what are these?
Have I been Gad-About-Garth just to hide something that I am?
He remembered everything and felt a rush go through him as he
realised he'd made love to a man!
In a sense he felt fulfilled as he looked back on gettin' high with
Amanda last night (A man - duh!)
How could something he had always thought was filthy
growing up, suddenly seem so right?
'CAUSE HE WAS GAY!
This was the story of the Gay-Man-Garth
He is the kind of man you don't see in a bar
A truly pleasant guy who listens, understands
All women wants him, but he saves it for the gents


06. The Downward Spiral/Chimay

Music & lyrics by Rikard Sjöblom
If and when you do decide
To leave this rotting bar behind
Not an inch left to explore
Of this dingy bathroom floor

Wake up
Time to sober up and catch the ride that leaves for south end
Wake up, baby!
She can't see the state you're in, let's keep it down a little
Wake up
Time to sober up and catch the ride that leaves for south end
Wake up, girl!
Devour the sympathetic moon above
And climb into the light
Jim and Ray are done for the night

If and when you do decide
To leave this rotting bar behind
Not an inch left to explore
Of this dingy bathroom floor


07. Sleeping In Traffic

Music & lyrics by Rikard Sjöblom
Waking up in panic
A room not hot or cold
Afraid to fall asleep again
My other side will unfold

I am on the edge of sanity
Far out in a hazy, troubled dream

I've scored the morning
A crimson red thought
Someone is struggling
With the battles I've fought

Sleeping in the traffic
Red lights turn to green
Blinding painted white lines
Moving in between

I am on the edge of sanity
Far out in a hazy, troubled dream

Time and time over
It's always the same
Reckon you know me?
Are you playing my game?

Me is my own worst enemy

In a room of frantic fools
Waiting for a juicy blues
I present my guitar song
Scratching strings with tones too long
They see of with tired eyes
Hidden coughs, "he's full of lies!"
Cigarette smoke and black tar stains
Darkness feasts on my remains

Please save me

Out of darkness into light
Still there's no salvation in sight
Seven wishes, what's the first?
Seven wishes, quench your blood-thirst
Killing has no consequence
In a world that makes no sense
Blow the brain that brought this up
Blow the brain that thought this up

Please save me

Lady in the doorway
With a face that's so kind
Caressing smells
Twisting my mind
Magical evening, and
She's got the glow
And though she's got it all
She's giving it away...

Her eyes begin to glow
In the semi dark room
I move close and close my eyes
And welcome her lips to mine
She takes of her clothes
Let's them slide down her hips
Her body is glowing
And she's giving it away

In the bed I lie awake
There's one road for me to take
I must leave while there's still time
To find out this truth of mine

Sleep...I'm only sleeping
Notice that my eyes are open
Run...what am i running from?
The demons they can't catch me while I'm travelling
Dark...dark, dark darkness
Fill me up and set me free
Sea...I smell ocean air
Sleeping in the presence of seagulls

In the misty morning fog the dock lies clear
Salty smell of coral reeves appears this time of year
From the depths of mother earth he comes again
It's captain flurry and his henchmen

In spite of his old crooked back and generous age
The beard, the pipe, his rusty sword, he's a cleptomanic sage man
He knows the difference to what we call right or wrong

And the hench-men sing in their old song
"Har har, we have sailed far
From Norway to Peru
Whatever captain flurry says
You must believe it is true"

He says that "well you know, snow covers the igloos"
He tells me "it's hot and dry in the Sahara desert"
The kings and queens has got it in for us
And I just missed the bus

I'm running away now, away from pirates and seagulls and the dock of the bay
Reaching sweet perfumed city streets,
scented by gasoline and neon lights in sweet cooperation
A guy wells: "Hey!" but I can't stop, 'cause the rhythm has got me by the balls,
so to say. I'm sneaking into the backstreets and some sleazy 70's disco club...

The ceiling is a sky of bright, shining disco lights
There's bee gees on the gramophone, they're singing "ha ha ha ha
Staying alive", oh please, make me, take me through the night
But the laughter from her is an ocean of sleep to my restless soul
Tension leaves by her embrace and her breasts are warm, not cold
They're not cold at all

In reflection of some slim shade goggles
I decide to ease my stoned head
A punk stands in my freeway line
Taking up my precious time
His hair is dyed in the colour blue
Purple, green & yellow too
"Hello Dolly" on his lips
And Dixieland groove in his lips

He won't crack a smile for me
Won't be calm, he can't be, see
My arm is on the shoulder of
The woman his dream's dependant on
I have touched her deep inside
"Have I?" says I, I'm just passing by!
Say's he'll send me straight to hell
To teach me my lesson well

His lady's staring at me
She's glace eyed lover - concrete stone faced
Super sonic ultra bitch
She's tasting cocktails -"'which is which, hi hi hi?"

THE BITCH BREATHES FIRE
AND FIRE TAKES ME HIGHER THAN YOU (DO)

Sleep...I'm only sleeping
Dream...I'm only dreaming
Drink...I'm only driving

The punk is raising living hell
I decide to grow my shell
Run from here while I still can
'Cause he has a gun in his hand oh no!
Shooting bullets where they hit
Or wherever they may fit
My stomach begins to ache a bit
And I collapse while thinking: "shit"

THE GUN BREATHES FIRE
AND FIRE TAKES ME HIGHER THAN YOU (DO)

Falling through the fire
No constant speed left
Falling faster and faster
Do I really exist?
Am I on the verge of sanity?
In this hell of false humanity

The sheets are filled with angst
I once thought I'd escaped
But time after time, the pattern is the same
I get trapped in myself
And there's no way out of here
My mind is the maze that only I can face
That only I can face
That only I can face

Me is my own worst enemy