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THE ONLY WAY AT THE BOTTOM IS FORWARDS
Fractures more akin to lessons like a sore memory
Broken mere interchange and a cautionary example
A shift in the balance of natural power
A slip in the Earthly karmic cycle
Mother-birthed child of rage has been let out of our chains, we'll just have to understand
It wasn't all our fault, we weren't thrown to the wolves from the same starting point
In the end , we're not in the same boat with the child of rage
In actuality, we're standing in between it and the real problem
I prefer to make way and bow. Abstract won't be changed into humanity with pity. Straight words won't bend, pleas will not shake and curses can't shock.
My ass is wet from tripping into the gutter
The eyes faded over the weekday greys
Teeth corroded from eating your own words
Heart caved in by the rocks above it
Stomach flipped from all that churning
Life was over as we knew it. Now it's all over.
The world is pretty cruel. The world is cruelly pretty.
We've been fucked for cheap
Tucked into a soiled bed with a soiled seed
Now that we've been taken we can finally take ourselves
A hug beneath the skin, south of the equator
The atmosphere is free and dead at the same time. Life and the living become synonymous
Plus minus zero it is after all! But never has falling felt so uplifting.
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Vesirajan Naamat
05:45
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FACES AT THE WATER FRONT
At that time
I stood there, a river filling my shoes
And algae patches wrapping around my ankles
The cruel blue of moonlight
Lit the faces on the water surface
Reed antlers
There was a scream
Collapsing on me
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Etana Tienvartta Pitkin
09:05
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SLUG ALONG A ROADSIDE
I've shot the snails from the beyond for three days. My film worn out and I don't think I can hold them for much longer.
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Loppupuolet
06:23
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END SIDES
Along my dog I pressed my face to the grass. She clearly got a lot out of the experience, I tried to close my eyes and find a message not meant for me. It was a gentle suggestion of the tail tip of the ghost of wisdom, but I didn't care. My dog seemed alarmed, but I continued to try. I could stay here, out of it and without a clue.
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Vereen Piirretty Haava
18:12
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A WOUND DRAWN IN BLOOD
The separation of pleasure and pain
A line drawn in water
A wound drawn in blood
It pleases me when you're not in pain
It pleases when I'm not in pain
It pleases me to be in pain
It pains me when you're in pain
Or does it please me after all?
Will I fall into the deep waters if I let go?
Will you fall asleep if I let go?
Will I burn out if I let go?
Will you come again if I let go?
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I WANT TO BE SURPRISED BY RAIN
Trees get lost in landscape
Warning signs as well
Chain-link fence's chattering
like a burglar alarm not caring anymore
We're wading through knee high tall grass
By the industrialized waters
to fish
In the after-glow of lamps far over
Internally-lit ferry flows past
Empty as ever
We're lost in landscape
Fishing
Vines creep up the the river's concrete edge
Evading layers of mass
Reminding of what was
Silence engulfs like a leady sheet
Behind the production
Cloudy mass of factories swallowing sphere
I grasp the rod and an electric impulse initiates
I fill my lungs with leery air
Wanting to be surprised by rain
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