- 02/05/08 :: Author's name added to the SATP interview + There's A Light lyrics added + Poster PDF added
- 02/05/08 :: Justin's info added at the contact section
- 11/04/08 :: MP3s of "Metal Bird" and "There's A Light" added at the media section
- 30/03/08 :: European tourdates added + added stars at the bottom of each news message
- 08/02/08 :: Adjusted some of the 13 Blues... lyrics, thanks to Josh Beach
- 04/02/08 :: All 13 Blues... lyrics online + New biography + 13 Blues... information on discography page
- 28/01/08 :: Blind Blind Blind lyrics corrected
- 27/12/07 :: new layout
Built Then Burnt (Hurrah! Hurrah!)
Dear brothers and sisters,
Dear enemies and friends,
Why are we all so alone here?
All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy
All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom.
If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army
And we believed that everyone was scared like little lost children in their grown up clothes and poses
So we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days, or great tribulations.
While everything felt wrong
Good words, strong words, words that could've moved mountains
Words that no one ever said
We were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them
And the tactics never hatched
And the plans were never mapped
And we all learned not to believe
And strange lonesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why
And it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why
So tangle - oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons!
Let's have a parade
It's been so long since we had a parade, so let's have a parade!
Let's invite all our friends
And all our friends' friends!
Let's promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes
Twelve feet tall and staggering
Sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes
Brothers and sisters, hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster
Impatient, lonely and shivering, waiting to build her glorious fires
It's because of our plans man; our beautiful ridiculous plans
Let's launch them like careening jetplanes
Let's crash all our planes in the river
Let's build strange and radiant machines at this Jericho waiting to fall
Notes
The text is spoken by Efrim's brother Mischa (10-year old at that time), the text itself is written by Efrim.
A premature version of this song was played at the VPRO sessions and can be downloaded here (beware, it's a FLAC file, which you have to encode first in order to listen to it).