I dream of you,
My long lost boy,
I dream you furry,
Playing with a toy.
Barking at the wrongest people ever,
Peeing in the house. Me?! Never!
You’ll be my pal, my blanky and my dog,
You’ll play all night and I’ll sleep like a log.
I’ll feed you crackers, broken plushies, maybe socks,
You’ll feed me love and you will pee on rocks.
I think of you, from time to time,
Wishing that you were truly mine,
But until then, Tuddles, my dear,
I’ll be right here,
Dreaming,
Having a beer.
Oh, man! You know how much I lovePoets of the Fall and their beautiful, awesome music! Their sixth album, titled Jealous Gods, is one of their best efforts so far, so excuse me for delaying this for so long! I was busy playing it on repeat.
Daze is their first song on the tracklist, and also the first single, and it has been quite the while since I found a lead single this good. Daze is filled with determination, it has rhythm, lyrics, spunk, sincerity, love, and fire, and it’s the perfect choice as a lead single. I just love the chorus – so gentle and sensible, so very opposed to the masculinity of the rest of the song. (9/10)
Jealous Gods is one of their best songs ever. OK, so it’s a ballad, but it’s a beautiful ballad, simple and honest, and it gives me chills each and every time I hear it. Marko, you beautiful animal, what are you doing?! Marko’s voice is the best safety blanket there is, how can I not love it? It has incredibile depths, stories to tell and kisses to share, and it mixes perfectly with the music and the lyrics. (10/10)
Rumors is somewhat of a filler, not really remarkable, to tell you the truth, but the song shows promise in the beginning, and fades away into boring oblivion after a minute or so. The start is a bit energetic, but the chorus is mostly trite and easily forgettable. I guess the instrumental for this one could have been a better fit? (7/10)
Brighter Than the Sun is exactly the opposite of Rumors. The start is a bit boring, and the rest of the song is quite engaging, thanks to pseudo-rapping from Marko. Oh well, it’s not that great, but the verse with „love never goes out of season” and the drums make it bearable. (7/10)
Love Will Come to You gave me the impression that it was written by someone that’s still in high school, so cheerful and simple and honest, and – OK, the song is not that special or complex, but it’s a nice song, very dancey, very lovey-dovey, the lyrics work perfectly through the melody and Marko’s voice is, as usual, sweet and sour at the same time. What’s not to like?! (8/10)
Rogue, because my Poets like to experiment. And when they do it, they do it very, very well. This piece is instrumental, and wonderful. Take it from a person that doesn’t really like instrumental stuff. The guitar is strong with this one, and I can only imagine me, on a motorcycle, going on a highway… This is Rogue for me. (8/10)
Rebirth HAS to be the best song off the album. It just has to be. I love absolutely everything about this song, starting with the beautiful guitar, going through the lyrics, listening to Marko – the whole song is just beautiful poetry, filled with fear, love and hope. The only other song from the Poets that I like this much is All the Way/4U – although I like that one more. However, Rebirth is a great song, for the romantics, and the hopeful ones, and the ones who still love love. (12/10)
Hounds to Hamartia is yet another great experiment, very well done and beautifully crafted through the obsessive use of guitars and metaphors. Rhythm, lyrics, creativity – this song has them all. (9/10)
Clear Blue Sky is just a typical optimist song, but nothing out of the ordinary. I do not skip it however, because it’s quite entertaining, with the fast paced rhythm and the drums and the guitars. (8/10)
Choice Millionaire, OMG! This has got to be one of their best songs ever! It has electronica accents, the lyrics are extremely witty and not only witty, and the chorus uses Markus full power, in the best way possible. His voice goes from deep to high, from serious to playful, all in just 30 seconds of beautiful music. Do not skip this one, if you want to see a different side of the Poets! (9/10)
Nothing Stays the Same somehow reminds me of the gothic bands from up North, with its guitars, and Marko’s voice so deep, and the very, ultra serious lyrics. The song is beautifully crafted, even though I cannot possibly take it seriously! It’s a good piece, nonetheless, so excuse my assholeness! (8/10)
Enjoy the album, I know I did.
Now, I can only hope that they’ll come back… Or that I’ll be able to see them live somewhere in Europe.
All those silences are lost to me, you are lost to me. Everything in my brain twists and turns, and as you can see, there’s no more room for me. And when there’s no more room for me, I’ll have to forget you.
Every day passes just the same. Robert is trying to forget how life feels, and he’s trying to become better at forgetting. It feels hard to him, and you can bet it truly is hard, but his concern is not the hardness of life, rather the moments when his life seems easier.
Towers and tall buildings accompany his walks every morning. Silences and whispers accompany his sleep every night. Above all, everything is dim and damp and scary, and what’s not to be scared about? Only everything.
His words are meaningless and awesomely cruel, without a hint of passion or peace. His words just are. He cannot seem to find comfort in the warmth of other people, nor pleasure in music, as most of us do.
His only pleasure seems to draw its power from the stupid gathering of useless information. In his small circle of friends, Robert is the ever knowing fact hoarder, acquiring stupidly dates of birth, mileages of highways, chemical formulae and lines from every movie known to man.
But as Robert tries harder every day to forget the things he does not need to know, he just becomes better at remembering. He remembers smells from the first sunset he ever lived through. He remembers the first time he touched a human being. He remembers how his first anti-flu pills tasted like and he remembers acutely how he felt when his mom embarrassed him in front of the class in second grade.
Robert is good at remembering feelings, sensations, emotions, particular things and incredibly weird things to know about other people.
Stuff like Lana’s bra size. Or when she has her period. Or exactly what kind of chocolate she loves. Or exactly how many hairs she has on her left hand (he counted those by himself, thrice, just to make sure).
Lana is amazing, unlike Robert. She has deep green eyes and a cheesy smile, all the while hair is so dark, she couldn’t be a natural brunette. But she is – Robert knows she is. And he also knows she likes to call him Rob. Short for Robert, of course.
She is witty and smart and always funny, but it seems that her charms have this power only on Robert. Nobody else seems to enjoy her jokes as much as he does, but he’s ok with this. It only means he’ll have her only for himself, and that’s a good thing, right?!
Lana is also a woman of very little talents. She doesn’t sing that wonderful, and her drawings are ironic at best. But she is smart and she is witty, as Rob already noticed, and in this day and age this seems good enough.
Also, she is a bad cook. Or, if she cooks at all, Lana didn’t seem fit for it to show to Robert, and so, he deduced that she’s a bad cook.
And although she doesn’t seem to eat much, Lana is very fit and healthy, keeping a close relationship with coffee and salad.
However, Rob doesn’t seem to remember the first time he met Lana.
He only remembers bits and pieces, flowings of hair and whiffs of perfume here and there. He does, awkwardly, remember Lana’s voice, and her steady hand with a screwdriver, but he can’t really pinpoint the exact destination, location or origin of this memory. So he considers it a manufactured memory and that’s it.
Robert also doesn’t eat ice cream. He doesn’t breathe. He needs permanent charging. He’s Rob, the Robot. And Lana isn’t quite finished with him.
don’t forget to be a bitch,
don’t forget to scratch the itch,
above everything you do,
don’t forget to have a clue.
don’t forget how to behave,
don’t forget to curl and shave
words and wisdom to forget,
have you learnt your nothing yet?
don’t forget to do it all,
while you do nothing at all.
be a mother, be a saint,
let your cries to slowly faint
while you suck them dicks and balls,
men are just a bunch of know-it-alls!
but you’re stupid, don’t forget,
look at all the darkness that has crept
past by you while you were sleeping,
all your life you will be weeping.
silly girl, by now you know
you’re ok if you’re a hoe.
you know nothing, like jon snow,
you are worth a frozen toe.
Shellblack,
And she’ll be back,
With all her rage
And all her colors,
With all her blood
And all the horrors,
And there will be no room in hell
For what she brings – you know it well.
And I hate everybody
That made me feel
There’s something wrong about my body
Or about the way I kneel
In front of souls and depths and hollow wishes.
Don’t you just wish you had three more wishes?
And I hate everyone
That made me feel
There’s something wrong about my feeling
Of the feeling that keeps filling me.
Oh, I know they’re just playing the part
Of being cool, without a heart.
And I hate myself
Because I feel,
Because they taught me not to feel.
They taught me to lie,
To cheat and steal,
To smile and nod instead,
To look so dead,
Inside,
Outside.
But now I cannot hide.
I want to show,
Express
And love
The world beneath,
The sky above.
This way, I’m sure,
Like waters run to shore,
I won’t be hating anymore.
Instead, I’ll love you more and more.
You dwell in me, in you, in all around you,
And yet you seem to shy away.
Your words are silent,
Your steps forgotten,
But you will never stray.
You look for hidden truths and meanings,
And yet you seem to shy away.
Your eyes are open,
Your wounds are sore,
But you will always stay.
Stay close and close your eyes,
Let me forget, let me remember,
Between us, there is space, there are ties,
From January until December and forever.
