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Enslavement of Beauty
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Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards (1995-present) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals (1995-present) |
Member(bands): Myrholt, Those Left Behind, Archon, Bortgang, Diabolical Breed, Hellhaven, Tremor, Gaia Epicus, Armageddon Bound, Loot the Louvre!, The Whipcords, Triple Six, Violent X | |
Past (Live) | |
Cato Skivik | Drums (2000-2001) |
Member(bands): Allfader, No Dawn, Vredehammer, Execution |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Devilry and Temptation | Demo | 1998 | Show album |
2 | Traces o’ Red | Full-length | 1999 | Show album |
3 | Megalomania | Full-length | 2001 | Show album |
4 | Mere Contemplations | Full-length | 2007 | Show album |
5 | The Perdition | EP | 2009 | Show album |
6 | And Still We Wither | Compilation | 2018 | Show album |
Devilry and Temptation
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Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Programming |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
T.E. Tunheim | Engineering, Mixing |
O.A. Myrholt | Lyrics, Photography, Layout |
Stian Nordal Jensen | Layout |
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1. | The Masquerade of Rhapsody | 03:36 | |
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2. | Colleen | 01:54 | |
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3. | Sonnet #CXLIV | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour’d ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride. And whether that my angel be turn’d fiend Suspect I may, but not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another’s hell: Yet this shall I ne’er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. |
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4. | And to Temptation’s Darkness Forever Abide | 06:10 | |
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5. | Scarlet | 03:38 | |
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Traces o’ Red
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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1999 | Head Not Found | HNF 061 | CD | |
2000 (Unofficial) | Спюрк | M - 252 | CD | |
January 19th, 2000 | Avalon | MICP-10167 | CD | Japan |
2001 | Head Not Found | HNF 061 | CD | Repress |
2005 | Art Music Group | AMG 223 | CD |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Audun | Mastering |
Tom | Mastering |
Harald Solbakk | Photography |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Artwork, Layout |
Fred Endresen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Samples |
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1. | In Thro’ the Cave of Impressions | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Traces o’ Red - The Fall and Rise of Vitality | 04:30 | Show lyrics |
"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain Its impressions are unmistakable" Prithee... charm me fro’ mine mortal guise I fear, by my throth, the evenfall o’ youth May I succumb to thee and claim thy most vital kiss... So what are you waiting for... "What lack of movement! What ice! Nothing stirs me, nothing excites me... I ask you, is this pleasure? What difference on the other side! What tickling on my senses! What excitement in my organs" Fro’ Aurora’s bed, of gods eyesight lost, a sick man shed his tears Did I live dead or did I live at all when I knew nought but mortal fears The fume of my sighs draped the soil Intertwined with the fresh morning dew I bedevilled my name and succumbed to thy seductive flesh In hope to remember the view I taunt thee... daughter o’ seraphs Oh, I bevail thy loss of innocense... I will write, by my troth, a sonnet to thee my beloved Haunting... I wander through the crowded streets o’ London Dressed to kill and live and let live and leave traces o’ red I think I’m kinda falling in love with you Oh, fair virgin... spread thy angelwings and crown me for being a madman Innocense and fear, mirrored in the savage eyes of lechery Sweet sixteen, sweet innocent colleen I crave the sweet, sweet taste of thy naked vulva Sucking, sucking... and so on and so forth ’til I besmear thy innocense Mesmerized by thy poisonous wine Ah, I fall in love... |
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3. | Be Thou My Lethe and Bleeding Quietus | 04:29 | Show lyrics |
I drift into luciferous darkness And kiss the blithesome aeons of quietude A wounded cupid passes saddened by, dead in the winds eye O, blood, blood, blood... ...I bath in the sea of vengeance And conquer cupidity by making the leviathan bleed I am the wraith in the woebegone guise... lost in the reverie I mock mortality and as I open my eyes, Ah... I behold thee The aeons of prophane immortality annihilates the mournful impact I kiss the woebegone flesh goodbye in life’s final act Oh, exquisite star in the passionate darkness I love thee... fair temptress |
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4. | Dreams | 04:24 | Show lyrics |
Dreams [by Edgar Allan Poe] Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ’Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be - that dream eternally Continuing - as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood - should it thus be given, ’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness, - have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought - what more could I have seen? ’Twas once - and only once - and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass - some power Or spell had bound me - ’twas the chilly wind Came o’er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit - or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly - or the stars - howe’er it was That dream was as that night-wind - let it pass. I have been happy, tho’ in a dream. I have been happy - and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life, As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife Of semblance with reality, which brings To the delirious eye, more lovely things Of Paradise and Love - and all our own! Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known. Something Unique |
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5. | Something Unique | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this fucking fair This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ...Still I weep Out of sight, dreaming her presence, I listen to the wind Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ...Is this something unique Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide I succumb to the sound of her heart... |
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6. | The Poem of Dark Subconscious Desire | 05:05 | Show lyrics |
All dressed with horror but still so fucking beloved The queen of darkness, the empress of thoughts All swept in tears I awoke and beheld She was indeed a sight for sore eyes The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart Then I subconsciously left this world Another journey through a point of bliss A darker landscape filled with horror Horror dissimilar to the one I used to know The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art She embraced me gently as we drowned in flames And chose to burn beside me We were the darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s hearts ...We were the darkness forever Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart We were the darkness forever The darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s fucking hearts... Fuck you!!! Then for the final night of this dream A witch came forth from the dark She swallowed my lust, my desire And fed my soul with unspoken pleasure And as I awoke, seared and forgotten Conscious and forlorn I paused for a second and thought: What the fuck... I’ll leave this world for good |
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7. | Eerily Seductive | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being eerie Eerily seductive... led astray by lesbian allegretto In inpressive overture Adultery in fucking fugue The space is pitchblack, bewitched by its blankness I still wish... lost for words There is movement in the desert, my poison passes on... "What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention Think only of you, care only for you... Every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates" Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being sick, sick, sick! "It has moreover, been proved that horror Nastiness, and the frightfull are what give pleasure when one fornicates Beauty is a simple thing, ugliness is the exceptional thing And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to be simple thing" |
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8. | My Irreverent Pilgrimage | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Thou greet my soul with a gesture of oblivion And bid me to immortalize Fare thee well, ghastly theatre of mortal flesh I relinquish all believes Saddened I pinpoint the world’s tragedy: The itinerant existence eroded by gravity I sought but did not find Now I leave the earth in favour of the mind Dazed and confused, I extinguish the fire Evoked by tragic memories Ah, I sail into infinity with thee Finally able to kiss the stars... Rapt in galactic beauty, I contemplate and collapse Reflecting the blasphemous symphonies |
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9. | And Still I Wither | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement "I’m sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom" With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes This is the coldest hell... So now I experience a void I know so well A song of emptiness are fed again Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity I am alive but yet so dead So fucking dead... Written in blood over a wasteland of bones Reflected upon a frozen horizon Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation With a whiff of desecration and hate So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile Stab these thorns deeper into my heart And free me from these depressive thoughts Cleanse me... Ah... This is the coldest hell... |
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10. | I Dedicate My Beauty to the Stars | 11:10 | Show lyrics |
The paths of the heart... Inscrutable, ay Consciously I trespass To enervate the energy of day I dedicate my beauty to the stars I soliloquize and kiss my precious scars I dedicate my suicide to thee Soon to drift blissfully... Contorted - and stabbed with spleen Reminded of a solitary childhood in between Memories - bleeding images of horror unveiled Alack! The eerie masquerade To bear a charmed life Deified and depraved Anon, anon... Soon to drift blissfully in xtc Disguised in liquor D and D, dedicated to the... |
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Megalomania
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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2001 | Head Not Found | HNF 062 | CD | |
July 25th, 2001 | Avalon | MICP-10253 | CD | Japan |
2002 | Hellion Records | HEL0117 | CD | |
2005 | Art Music Group | AMG 224 | CD |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals (additional) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Julie Tverå Johnsen | Vocals (female) (track 1) |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Fred Endresen | Keyboards (additional), Vocals (additional) (track 12), Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Fred Endresen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting |
Asgeir Mickelson | Photography |
Snorre Sjövoll | Photography |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Cover art, Layout |
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1. | Dainty Delusive Doll | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Already wounded…I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue Such a sight, petite and illegal…a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour Haunted by her image in blank dismay, I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure of the dainty, delusive doll… Seeping into the tunnel of reality… The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet’s beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate… The vortex of addiction is out of square There are imaginary catchwords everywhere The vortex of temptation gently blows The ego-dolls reap the meadows… …of megalomania… Profoundly wounded…I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous Such a sight, so pristine…a specimen of beauty in sheer fucking grace Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed, I need some pills to kill the pain I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll …seeping into the coma of reality The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet’s beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate… |
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2. | The Venial Blur | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
The promised land of joy leads me quite a chase shaping the vortex moonshine into another daemon aeon Caught in a crossfire of lust, a dream of strange ambient fusion dying in the valley of death, as in the essence of the Shakespearian Conclusion As I dream of that night, dazzled by its charm and as I dream of you nestled here in my arms It’s only when I weep, only when I reach to touch you it’s only when I nourish the (ultimate) paranoid grandeur it’s only when the venereal notion unfolds I see more devils than vast hell can hold You breathe in sharply when I bid (you) to join the trance to wheresoever the (polychrome) devils may dance the gleaming utopia (suddenly) casting shadows of sadness and there is beauty in all its madness When I come down it seems to me, that I am desecration and touching you seems like a revelation… |
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3. | Late Night, Red Wine Blight | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Craving hands carved in my back If love was present I’d make it crack Cynical tripping from here to there It’ll turn out less painful if I don’t care Sweetest dearie Mother Mary ramble, rumble the sanguine stumble Discipline disciple queen smell the pyre death rate dire I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell… Love is dead and hate ruins the set Eve goes down on the fair Juliet Date rape dogma and hell supreme I am the artist that paints the extreme… Rapping simmer always shimmer scent the quibble always nibble Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle solve the puzzle Taste the mire lust, desire rape and struggle finally snuggle… I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle… |
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4. | Malignant Midwinter Murders | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
The artifice virginal air became the odour of sinful obsession we subsequently trespassed the boundaries of apt behaviour A midwinter night’s gleam, almost bereaved of sympathy we drank from all those feeble hearts, we were the masters of deceit Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface The temptress and Mr Misery, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; fuck everything She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king I recall the glorious days of our malignant midwinter murders Oh, how benignly malignant we were... I recall the fragrance of our malignant midwinter murders Reh rebmemer syawla lliw I… Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface The temptress and me, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; fuck everything She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king |
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5. | Comme il faut | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
The envious audience is chasing us through the cold slop of reality exhibited in the dying drama, our design became their wounds we will never follow their sickening script, never pass them but a fake smile and every fucking motion is motley, dispelled from morals… All the little girls have turned into the women that will suck us off… (Comme il faut…) Legions of tiara clad virgins are sifting my fairytales, morbidly possessing my crayons…and it truly fucking hurts All I ever wanted was everything and then some all I ever wanted was to love someone all I ever wanted was the joy they sell all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell Everything I ever wanted was to disappear here -all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted… everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care -all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted… Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream All I ever wanted was everything…and then some… All I ever wanted was to love someone… …the joy they sell… …a heaven in my hell… Everything I ever wanted was to disappear… Everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care… Everything they ever wanted was a taste of my fluency everything they ever wanted was a piece of the tragedy All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted all I ever wanted, all they ever wanted… All I ever wanted was everything and then some all I ever wanted was to love someone all I ever wanted was the joy they sell all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted I am the drug they always wanted… |
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6. | Benign Bohemian Brilliance | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
I whirl like wilted petals in blissful reverie affected only by the recession your sinful(glittering) eyes, gentle with concern, windburn my (quasi)famous expression a thin strip of white appears at the sky and I cherish the soul’s retrieval ’cause even when you tempt my soul it’s not enough to make you evil Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay So many similarities… I bloom like poison, cling to the earth and maintain my imperceptible glare sometimes even the devil gets blinded by guilt but I just waive my attempts to care voyeuristic and whitehot you stare at the expression on my face my fluency becomes you in a vivacious smile of unearthly grace Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold We could enter eden with hellfire love… Imagesque addiction transformed into the next intervention worship the pleasures of celebrity, exit reality and dream with me... So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold |
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7. | Prudence Kept Her Purity | 03:33 | Show lyrics |
Prudence kept the sun from shining bright prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night narcissistic raving, nihilistic craving and she became the torment of my heart Prudence was the context of distress and complaint prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming faithlessness is highly rated art... Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming sinful trifles, improving my discography rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation Prudence was the context of distress and complaint prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming faithlessness is highly rated art... There were few lucid moments in the dead midsummer madness we withdrew from joy of the ultimate kind to sickening sour sadness we wasted our dark passion, we wasted our complexion prudence kept our purity and my art is the grand reflection Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming sinful trifles, improving my discography rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation But if I dream of moonshine, if I taste the (devils) vintage if I dream of wastelands, if I stroll through deserts if I behold autumn, if I reach to touch her cold face I realise our hours draws on apace... |
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8. | Seven Dead Orchids | 03:05 | Show lyrics |
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention my deserted space needs another case of intervention celebrity is my speciality glamorised in fashion I am the mannequin to be Oh, sweet seventeen...her unblemished face clad in the tint of juvenile flesh seven dead orchids lay trampled and beguiled like the lust that died She sits astride The pictures my crayons painted xeroxed and airbrushed to fit admiration disguised in trivial pursuits animated to death… The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight… |
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9. | The Dying Buds of May | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Blister’d be their envious tongues, cut ’em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself Cut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as I wear thy lunacy can heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro’ thee… Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself I desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently died once upon a November cold when I cunningly committed my suicide… Everyone was bored with love -and God was never more distant Affliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamity luciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhere I was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmatives all slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended there Exhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hate love laid in exhile’s chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate… Faretheewell, faretheewell…one kiss and I’ll descend into the blooming pits of hell The darling deeds of autumn the dying buds of May Cupid painted dour with lust raining energy as we decay… |
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10. | Fifteen Minutes | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
I am Mephisto in a sanctified guise attired in robes of silk and fur I was the will o’ the wisp of devilish fashion, the glamorous aura of adventure All the kisses you have ever missed Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed We’ll kiss and cuddle, we’ll fuck and cling I’ll be your decadent plaything And I only want to be the only one they want… Oh, their sweetmeat revelation I’m flying on the wings of my desire I’m floating on the sea of your lust Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust I am the hunger of your chaste vulva, beware, your wishes may backfire I am the traitorous wretch, I inflame satisfaction, celebrity and desire All the kisses you have ever missed Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed We’ll kiss and cuddle, we’ll fuck and cling I’ll be your decadent plaything And I only want to be the only one they want… Oh, their sweetmeat revelation I’m flying on the wings of my desire I’m floating on the sea of your lust Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust 15 minutes was all I needed to break free 15 fucking minutes of you and me 15 minutes to leave hell behind 15 fucking minutes to ease my mind Love is such a great coincidence, lust paces on like a fucking machine tearing me in a million directions, thrilling me softly in between |
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11. | Ye That Tempteth, Ye That Bequeth | 03:59 | Show lyrics |
Imagine the starry eyed audience chasing us through (the cold slop of) reality exhibited as mannequins (in a menage a trois), our design would be their wounds we would never follow the script, never pass them but a fake smile and every movement would be motley, dispelled from morals And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels the virginal air would be vaguely transparent yet it would always be somewhat bright the wind would carry us (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause) ye would herald the age of immorality, vividly, ye would bequeth me the most precious jewellery ye seem like such lovely girls, in a most sinful limbo of dreams; we should be an oblique part of the opaque scene... And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels the virginal air would be vaguely transparent yet it would always be somewhat bright the wind would carry us (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause) |
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12. | C17-H19-NO3-H2O | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy Sometimes I just stare blankly for hours wondering how it could have been interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee… I am the tranquil king, I mirror cupid in all these phrases there’s a sadness in our eyes, dancing stars and trancing faces I am the faithless mainstream of poker puss mannequins to be these days everybody smiles and all the cameras are circling me In forvid energy...I still extol thy image to the sky (and beyond). Thou art petite, thou art pristine... (and) my superlatives are not just words The humid energy (of passion) granted us the wings of hell we are drifting aimlessly (on) our way to somewhere C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee… I waive my attempts to smile, I waive my attempts to care tinged with bizarre implicit violence I mimic the expression they expect me to bear I am the pretty, pretty sex machine, when we come is when we die deceit is a pill for us to share, leaving an all time high... |
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13. | Tangled in Grand Affection | 03:41 | Show lyrics |
Winter and autumn drove hand in hand dazzled by the light of a perplexed moon all tangled in bohemian supremacy and the tingly ambience of a deceitful noon ...tangled in grand affection Autumn’s cold hand craving in a tight and comforting response while their bizarre passionate music tore fainthearted souls apart the narrow minded seasons did violently collide when they beheld autumn hellishly situated on winter astride ...tangled in grand affection There were few lucid moments in the subsequent madness both winter and autumn withdrew from joy to abided sadness wasting their dark passion and wasting their complexion reluctancy turned to nonchalance and this denouement is the grand reflection Daunting the timidity of shallow waters, the hands of the beast wrote some touching rhymes sadly they drifted apart like trees denued of leaves, and thus the dialogue was dead by springtime |
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14. | Crowd of Mourners | 03:52 | instrumental |
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Mere Contemplations
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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August 3rd, 2007 | INRI Unlimited | INRI CD002 | CD | Digipak |
2007 | Art Music Group | AMG 315 | CD | |
2007 | Hellion Records | HEL 0667 | CD | Digipak |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards, Samples (track 8) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Lisa T. Johnsen | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Stian Jensen | Mastering (tracks 7-10) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics, Recording (vocals), Engineering (vocals), Mixing (vocals on tracks 7-10), Mastering (tracks 7-10) |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Artwork, Design |
Henrik Ryösä | Mastering (tracks 1-6) |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting, Recording (instruments), Engineering (instruments), Mixing |
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1. | A Study of Love and Metaphors | 03:21 | Show lyrics |
When you fall asleep in the evening, sans fear for the rigid darkness you go horseback riding through your dreams right to the meadows of esteem when the hunger sweeps the night in another red wine blight all my grief (and all the believes that I never had and the liberty of not even giving a fuck, the collusion between yours truly and the quill and the drink will be the main subject in my autobiography) Wake up to the sight of damaged skin you feel the sting of my knives, it takes you way beyond the twilight skies I’ll make your head spin baby, you’ll be there in the blink of an eye I’ll make your head spin baby you’ll be: Dead-dead! Dead-dead! you’ll be there in the blink of an eye Make a final wish; you’ll be there in a swish your sweet, sweet heart leaves such a cute little stain I know it hurts, hurts, hurts, when we’re drained of life it’s the sweet deal, the greatest high, the sovereign vain, champagne! I’m all wired, wrapped up in cellophane You woke up to the sight of damaged skin you felt the sting of my knives, I took you way beyond the twilight skies I made your head spin baby, You were dead in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, dead in the blink of an eye I woke up to the sight of my damaged skin I felt the sting of your knives, you took me way beyond the twilight skies you made my head spin fucker, I was dead in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, you were dead in the blink of an eye |
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2. | X and Moments | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
A precious, mouldering pleasure ’tis to meet an antique book, in just the dress his century wore; a privilege, I think, His (venerable) hand to take, and warming in our own, a passage back, or two, to make to times when he was young. His quaint opinions to inspect, his knowledge to unfold on what concerns our mutual mind, the literature of old; What interested scholars most, what competitions ran when Plato was a certainty, and Sophocles a man; When Sappho was a living girl, and Beatrice wore the gown that Dante deified. facts, centuries before, He traverses familiar, as one should come to town and tell you all your dreams were true: he lived where dreams were born. His presence is enchantment, you beg him not to go; old volumes shake their vellum heads and tantalize, just so. And there’s grief of hunger, and grief of cold and there’s a sort they call despair there’s banishment from primitive lust in the slightest sight of fundamental air |
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3. | The Perilous Pursuit of Volition | 03:31 | Show lyrics |
The heart seeks pleasure first and then, excuse from the deeds; and then, those awkward moments where the suffering exceed The wow echoes with the gust and the wretched silence wail the minutes turn to hours as the tint of mischief turns pale The demise of all emotions and the search for tranquil seas the filthy heart restored as the suffering now recedes And then, to fall again and then, if there should be a trace of will to succeed it’ll last for eternity |
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4. | Exit There; and Disappear | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
So many a glorious morn have I seen the sun gracing the mountain-tops with its light kissing with tender lips the meadows green gilding pale streams of alchemy with heavenly blight Even as my sun one early morn did shine with all its triumphant splendour alack, its grace was but one hour mine; an ugly visage shone through its cruel agenda When heaven suddenly came this near it seemed to close all doors the distance would not haunt me so as the presence of the tales I had merely known before But just to hear the grace depart pain I never thought I’d see afflicts me with a double loss the fucking track is lost, and lost to me |
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5. | An Affinity for Exuberance | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
A wounded soul leaps highest I’ve heard the poet tell ’tis but the ecstasy of death and then the breath is still As I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you near as I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you here The smitten soul that gushes the trampled heart that springs a wearied ghost that keeps running from where the torment stings Mirth is the prelude to anguish, and laughter is its final aim lest some fucker spot the wicked and do not fail to exclaim! As I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you near as I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you here Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed to comprehend a fame like this requires sorest need Not one of all those fuckers who rose the flag today can even tell the definition of fame so pure, of victory |
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6. | Abundance Extends to Lush | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
If I had a daily bliss a somewhat cheerful view a silent grace I could perceive to grow as I pursued Then when, around midnight instead of wasted from my sight; loaded beyond the utmost space I’d have one average night I measure every fucker I meet with analytic eyes; I wonder if their grief weighs like mine or has an easier size I wonder if, when these years have piled if the pain will still be as real the early hurt, such a lapse a lifetime of grief bereaved of appeal Will I just go on aching? through centuries above exposed by god to a larger pain by contrast with the promise of love They say heaven is packed and that’s where we go but I’ve got one hell of a surprise your death is but one and came but once and only nailed your eyes And though I may not guess the right kind correctly, yet to me and the piercing comfort it creates; passing portions of fiery glee The denotes of the fashions of the cross of those that stand alone still fascinated to presume that some has a view like my own |
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7. | I Raise My Craving Hands | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith the up and coming vendetta, the # vultures’ extremes spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me fucking supreme I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land the succulent teenage cunt, tempteth me to exeunt Wish me well, wish me hell...all I ever wanted was a story to tell The absence of goals, the lack of control the absence of aim and the present fame... The absence of goals, the lack of control everyone knows I should be extolled the absence of aim and the present fame everyone would sell their souls to play this game ...it’s the game we play... |
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8. | Nostalgia Grows | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
Gazing at what could have been a lethal doze of her fertile pose what will all these inklings mean if I reveal how deep the spiral go Crystal fecund fancies flew emerged through blood-red veils sky-blue yet dead grey - the winds blew Forced my lofty head to lean is this lass a fevered rose? is she not sinless and pristine? is it not always gold what glows? She hides her hideousness in evergreens but be cautious her blade is keen when held down by an angel pose her talons can’t be foreseen When the nightmare initiates from a rose and this hale nostalgia grows... |
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9. | Impressions | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Reaching heights at the shores, only dreamt of before while the mountains rise tall in my view my poisoned heart beats, crystal water’s at my feet as I hope to catch a glimpse of the swans A sudden calm rise as I watch the blue skies a soothing chill comes with the breeze I lay down to rest while the sun sets in west with an itch in my cold urban soul I glance upon the hills, carpetbombed by thrills as the forrest bestows peace upon the void possessed by dim light, desire sweeps the night and the climax shines through bluebell mist As I awake from sleep, desire still sweeps and the echoes thunders from afar hours are plundered by the post orgasmic slumber as the sun seeks shelter in the skies The sky upholds the rush with a sudden strange blush passing oceans to reach these shores the woods sing despair as ruins appear changing course, sailing into the sun Exhausted by pleasure I cherish this treasure I stand naked admiring the view I behold the purple sky as the summerwinds cry and the trees turn red beneath the sun Entangled in sleep as the nightwind weeps dreaming from dusk ’til dawn a grey day follows, but far from hollow I awake to the voice of an angel If I dream on tomorrow, I will know no sorrow and if I do I’ll just blame it on the rain leaving the beach in favour of the breach bounding stronger by every touch |
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10. | 11:23 pm | 05:12 | Show lyrics |
As I felt this grace depart it was a pain I never thought I’d feel afflicted me with a double loss as even the track was lost, and lost for real The heart beats faster in the wake of disaster... The spiral to her soul, guiding a schizoid to his goal with pantomime gestures as the god sent decoy it’s a matrix to the heart, lodging happiness to art leading me to this genuine perception of joy That penitentiary passivity, imprisoned by negativity the pandemonium was defeated by the touch of a dove like a million wild engines roaring through me with vengeance turning my digital soul into circuits of love Nothing could measure my love for your treasures fluent and blooming, I swear this is true sparkling I followed, no longer feeling hollow the paraphrase is simple, I fell in love with you I get so disappointed when in the end it seems that life is but a sheer revolt to the dream... Nothing could measure my love for your treasures fluent and blooming, I swear this is true sparkling I followed, no longer feeling hollow the paraphrase is simple, I fell in love with you |
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39:44 |
The Perdition
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Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals |
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Lisa T. Johnsen | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics, Engineering (vocals) |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Cover art, Layout |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Engineering (instruments) |
Henrik Ryösä | Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
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1. | A Kodak Kiss | 01:06 | instrumental |
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2. | I Treasure the Sadness | 04:25 | Show lyrics |
[Ole Alexander Myrholt] She said pucker up and take it like a man when the shit hits the fucking fan caught in a public display where all your sins are foully portrayed Pucker up and take it like a man... I see the demons gleam in all my dreams I feel the pain... I take the highroad again... If you take a long hard look at my soul you will be so alarmed and if I told you how I really feel you would leave... cause suddenly it’s clear I can only improve if you make me feel I can only promise you that it won’t be allright pre pain and pro delight and hindsight makes me sad B.A.D. - yeah, bad... all the grief that I’ve assembled herein memories of past tense and previous sins.. ...is pouring fuel into the fire of the heart of the soul you are pouring fuel into the fire of the heart of the soul I treasure the sadness; the only friend in a world of foes and I remain alone reaching an all time low... All the times I didn’t, replaced by what I won’t all the nights "alone" and all the shit I don’t whenever there’s a reason, whenever there’s a cure I know we’ll grow apart, I’ve seen this shit happen several times before I still loath the hypothesis of tomorrow and I fear the comedies of the past aiming for superficiality tonight tediously entertained by a shallow cast I remain alone... |
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3. | Lush | 03:42 | Show lyrics |
[Ole Alexander Myrholt 2008] I bestow you my vilest dreams I awake on the verge of tears Let’s take the lords name in vain let’s take the highroad again The heaven cracks and all my fears unite the storm is approaching and Christ, I was right Let’s take the lords name in vain let’s take the highroad again I felt her hands fondling my flaws I saw the eyes of the devil when I dove into prose I shrive... I admit... I confess... I am still lost bewildered by my own thoughts slicing the muse reflecting the confusion I awake on the verge of tears I will bestow you my vilest dreams So let’s take the lords name in vain and let’s take the highroad again I feel your hands fondling my flaws I see the eyes of the devil when I dive into prose with you |
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4. | Severely Flawed | 04:25 | Show lyrics |
[Ole Alexander Myrholt 2008] All good books have one thing in common they tell you that these dreams are not just dreams thus confirming the extent of our depression and the sole intention... All my dreams are truly wicked if I cannot destroy it I have to defeat it the high road obscured in the blink of an eye as I pour myself another drink... I’ve been chasing the dragon for such a long, long time... I keep flirting with the devil, the primeval muse of all my rhymes All my wicked deeds are but suppressed needs... my vile endeavour is grace under pressure I pour myself another drink and close my eyes... I’ve been chasing the dragon for such a long, long time... I keep flirting with the devil, the primeval muse of all my rhymes if you’ chase the dragon with me, we’ll be soaring through a fucking vacuum we’ll have a blast, we’ll laugh and glow it’ll be a woo ho-ho with vast amounts of blow |
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5. | Mirror Souls | 04:22 | Show lyrics |
[Ole Alexander Myrholt 2008] I awake on the verge of tears from horrid dreams feeding my fears I awake from the taste of my tears from horrid dreams feeding my fears ...the conclusion is that the track is lost for ever and the twilight is severely severed... Do you remember the rose I held in my hand as we defiled virtue with a vile intent we shared the cold night and a Kodak kiss mirror souls, mirror bliss... I descend... |
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6. | I Descend to Perdition... | 03:19 | Show lyrics |
[Ole Alexander Myrholt 2008] We came down from a heavenly high avoiding the fall with a delinquent late night blight kissing the darkness while closing our eyes closing the curtains to extend the rhythm of night I see the demons gleam vile opponents beyond redeeming we all hail the same new dawn and we’ll keep reaping the fruits before they’re sown I remember the rose you held in your hand as virtue was raped by a vile intent we shared the late hours of a sweet lone descent your cunt spread wide to greet the demand Do you remember the rose I held in my hand? I used to utilize these tricks to deceive as I kept pointing to the skies sneaking it up my sleeve leaving me with a counterfeit high I caress you by the waterfall you lay naked beneath the bright blue sky and I cede to the light summer breeze seeking shelter between your thighs I might not be the one that you were looking for and I might not be the man you should love we’re tripping now baby... and I’m coming down fast, hitting an all time low I’m coming down baby, coming down I’m coming down baby, down, down I’m coming down baby, coming down I’m coming down baby, down, down I’m coming down, coming down baby I’m coming down, coming down I’m coming down, coming down baby I’m coming down, coming down with you I analyse the current condition of my demeanour it’s bewildered by the ultimate temptation I am reliving the pages of this magnificent composition it’s held in weird esteem and I am quite alarmed by all these dreams I will suppress the detest and ignore the faith curb the repulsion and the depression and the dread and the hate I will get back up on the stage because I love you all I’ll keep pouring my heart out cause this is fucking rock n roll... |
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21:19 |
And Still We Wither
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2. | Colleen | 01:54 | |
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3. | Sonnet # CXLIV | 04:26 | |
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4. | And to Temptations Darkness Forever Abide | 06:00 | |
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5. | Scarlet | 03:38 | |
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6. | And the Thorns They Died (Demo 95) | 03:25 | |
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7. | An Autumn So Red (Demo 95) | 03:03 | |
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8. | A Void Concealed Within (Demo 95) | 03:42 | |
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9. | The Nakedness of the Trees... (Demo 95) | 03:58 | |
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33:39 |
Traces o’ Red
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Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Audun | Mastering |
Tom | Mastering |
Harald Solbakk | Photography |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Artwork, Layout |
Fred Endresen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Samples |
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1. | In Thro’ the Cave of Impressions | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Traces o’ Red - The Fall and Rise of Vitality | 04:30 | Show lyrics |
"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain Its impressions are unmistakable" Prithee... charm me fro’ mine mortal guise I fear, by my throth, the evenfall o’ youth May I succumb to thee and claim thy most vital kiss... So what are you waiting for... "What lack of movement! What ice! Nothing stirs me, nothing excites me... I ask you, is this pleasure? What difference on the other side! What tickling on my senses! What excitement in my organs" Fro’ Aurora’s bed, of gods eyesight lost, a sick man shed his tears Did I live dead or did I live at all when I knew nought but mortal fears The fume of my sighs draped the soil Intertwined with the fresh morning dew I bedevilled my name and succumbed to thy seductive flesh In hope to remember the view I taunt thee... daughter o’ seraphs Oh, I bevail thy loss of innocense... I will write, by my troth, a sonnet to thee my beloved Haunting... I wander through the crowded streets o’ London Dressed to kill and live and let live and leave traces o’ red I think I’m kinda falling in love with you Oh, fair virgin... spread thy angelwings and crown me for being a madman Innocense and fear, mirrored in the savage eyes of lechery Sweet sixteen, sweet innocent colleen I crave the sweet, sweet taste of thy naked vulva Sucking, sucking... and so on and so forth ’til I besmear thy innocense Mesmerized by thy poisonous wine Ah, I fall in love... |
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3. | Be Thou My Lethe and Bleeding Quietus | 04:29 | Show lyrics |
I drift into luciferous darkness And kiss the blithesome aeons of quietude A wounded cupid passes saddened by, dead in the winds eye O, blood, blood, blood... ...I bath in the sea of vengeance And conquer cupidity by making the leviathan bleed I am the wraith in the woebegone guise... lost in the reverie I mock mortality and as I open my eyes, Ah... I behold thee The aeons of prophane immortality annihilates the mournful impact I kiss the woebegone flesh goodbye in life’s final act Oh, exquisite star in the passionate darkness I love thee... fair temptress |
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4. | Dreams | 04:24 | Show lyrics |
Dreams [by Edgar Allan Poe] Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ’Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be - that dream eternally Continuing - as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood - should it thus be given, ’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness, - have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought - what more could I have seen? ’Twas once - and only once - and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass - some power Or spell had bound me - ’twas the chilly wind Came o’er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit - or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly - or the stars - howe’er it was That dream was as that night-wind - let it pass. I have been happy, tho’ in a dream. I have been happy - and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life, As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife Of semblance with reality, which brings To the delirious eye, more lovely things Of Paradise and Love - and all our own! Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known. Something Unique |
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5. | Something Unique | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this fucking fair This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ...Still I weep Out of sight, dreaming her presence, I listen to the wind Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ...Is this something unique Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide I succumb to the sound of her heart... |
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6. | The Poem of Dark Subconscious Desire | 05:05 | Show lyrics |
All dressed with horror but still so fucking beloved The queen of darkness, the empress of thoughts All swept in tears I awoke and beheld She was indeed a sight for sore eyes The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart Then I subconsciously left this world Another journey through a point of bliss A darker landscape filled with horror Horror dissimilar to the one I used to know The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art She embraced me gently as we drowned in flames And chose to burn beside me We were the darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s hearts ...We were the darkness forever Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart We were the darkness forever The darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s fucking hearts... Fuck you!!! Then for the final night of this dream A witch came forth from the dark She swallowed my lust, my desire And fed my soul with unspoken pleasure And as I awoke, seared and forgotten Conscious and forlorn I paused for a second and thought: What the fuck... I’ll leave this world for good |
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7. | Eerily Seductive | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being eerie Eerily seductive... led astray by lesbian allegretto In inpressive overture Adultery in fucking fugue The space is pitchblack, bewitched by its blankness I still wish... lost for words There is movement in the desert, my poison passes on... "What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention Think only of you, care only for you... Every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates" Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being sick, sick, sick! "It has moreover, been proved that horror Nastiness, and the frightfull are what give pleasure when one fornicates Beauty is a simple thing, ugliness is the exceptional thing And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to be simple thing" |
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8. | My Irreverent Pilgrimage | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Thou greet my soul with a gesture of oblivion And bid me to immortalize Fare thee well, ghastly theatre of mortal flesh I relinquish all believes Saddened I pinpoint the world’s tragedy: The itinerant existence eroded by gravity I sought but did not find Now I leave the earth in favour of the mind Dazed and confused, I extinguish the fire Evoked by tragic memories Ah, I sail into infinity with thee Finally able to kiss the stars... Rapt in galactic beauty, I contemplate and collapse Reflecting the blasphemous symphonies |
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9. | And Still I Wither | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement "I’m sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom" With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes This is the coldest hell... So now I experience a void I know so well A song of emptiness are fed again Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity I am alive but yet so dead So fucking dead... Written in blood over a wasteland of bones Reflected upon a frozen horizon Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation With a whiff of desecration and hate So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile Stab these thorns deeper into my heart And free me from these depressive thoughts Cleanse me... Ah... This is the coldest hell... |
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10. | I Dedicate My Beauty to the Stars | 11:10 | Show lyrics |
The paths of the heart... Inscrutable, ay Consciously I trespass To enervate the energy of day I dedicate my beauty to the stars I soliloquize and kiss my precious scars I dedicate my suicide to thee Soon to drift blissfully... Contorted - and stabbed with spleen Reminded of a solitary childhood in between Memories - bleeding images of horror unveiled Alack! The eerie masquerade To bear a charmed life Deified and depraved Anon, anon... Soon to drift blissfully in xtc Disguised in liquor D and D, dedicated to the... |
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49:21 |
Traces o’ Red
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Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Artwork, Layout |
Audun | Mastering |
Fred Endresen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Samples |
Tom | Mastering |
Harald Solbakk | Photography |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics |
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1. | In Thro’ the Cave of Impressions | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Traces o’ Red - The Fall and Rise of Vitality | 04:30 | Show lyrics |
"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain Its impressions are unmistakable" Prithee... charm me fro’ mine mortal guise I fear, by my throth, the evenfall o’ youth May I succumb to thee and claim thy most vital kiss... So what are you waiting for... "What lack of movement! What ice! Nothing stirs me, nothing excites me... I ask you, is this pleasure? What difference on the other side! What tickling on my senses! What excitement in my organs" Fro’ Aurora’s bed, of gods eyesight lost, a sick man shed his tears Did I live dead or did I live at all when I knew nought but mortal fears The fume of my sighs draped the soil Intertwined with the fresh morning dew I bedevilled my name and succumbed to thy seductive flesh In hope to remember the view I taunt thee... daughter o’ seraphs Oh, I bevail thy loss of innocense... I will write, by my troth, a sonnet to thee my beloved Haunting... I wander through the crowded streets o’ London Dressed to kill and live and let live and leave traces o’ red I think I’m kinda falling in love with you Oh, fair virgin... spread thy angelwings and crown me for being a madman Innocense and fear, mirrored in the savage eyes of lechery Sweet sixteen, sweet innocent colleen I crave the sweet, sweet taste of thy naked vulva Sucking, sucking... and so on and so forth ’til I besmear thy innocense Mesmerized by thy poisonous wine Ah, I fall in love... |
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3. | Be Thou My Lethe and Bleeding Quietus | 04:29 | Show lyrics |
I drift into luciferous darkness And kiss the blithesome aeons of quietude A wounded cupid passes saddened by, dead in the winds eye O, blood, blood, blood... ...I bath in the sea of vengeance And conquer cupidity by making the leviathan bleed I am the wraith in the woebegone guise... lost in the reverie I mock mortality and as I open my eyes, Ah... I behold thee The aeons of prophane immortality annihilates the mournful impact I kiss the woebegone flesh goodbye in life’s final act Oh, exquisite star in the passionate darkness I love thee... fair temptress |
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4. | Dreams | 04:24 | Show lyrics |
Dreams [by Edgar Allan Poe] Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ’Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be - that dream eternally Continuing - as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood - should it thus be given, ’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness, - have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought - what more could I have seen? ’Twas once - and only once - and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass - some power Or spell had bound me - ’twas the chilly wind Came o’er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit - or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly - or the stars - howe’er it was That dream was as that night-wind - let it pass. I have been happy, tho’ in a dream. I have been happy - and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life, As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife Of semblance with reality, which brings To the delirious eye, more lovely things Of Paradise and Love - and all our own! Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known. Something Unique |
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5. | Something Unique | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this fucking fair This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ...Still I weep Out of sight, dreaming her presence, I listen to the wind Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ...Is this something unique Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide I succumb to the sound of her heart... |
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6. | The Poem of Dark Subconscious Desire | 05:05 | Show lyrics |
All dressed with horror but still so fucking beloved The queen of darkness, the empress of thoughts All swept in tears I awoke and beheld She was indeed a sight for sore eyes The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart Then I subconsciously left this world Another journey through a point of bliss A darker landscape filled with horror Horror dissimilar to the one I used to know The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art She embraced me gently as we drowned in flames And chose to burn beside me We were the darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s hearts ...We were the darkness forever Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart We were the darkness forever The darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s fucking hearts... Fuck you!!! Then for the final night of this dream A witch came forth from the dark She swallowed my lust, my desire And fed my soul with unspoken pleasure And as I awoke, seared and forgotten Conscious and forlorn I paused for a second and thought: What the fuck... I’ll leave this world for good |
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7. | Eerily Seductive | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being eerie Eerily seductive... led astray by lesbian allegretto In inpressive overture Adultery in fucking fugue The space is pitchblack, bewitched by its blankness I still wish... lost for words There is movement in the desert, my poison passes on... "What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention Think only of you, care only for you... Every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates" Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being sick, sick, sick! "It has moreover, been proved that horror Nastiness, and the frightfull are what give pleasure when one fornicates Beauty is a simple thing, ugliness is the exceptional thing And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to be simple thing" |
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8. | My Irreverent Pilgrimage | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Thou greet my soul with a gesture of oblivion And bid me to immortalize Fare thee well, ghastly theatre of mortal flesh I relinquish all believes Saddened I pinpoint the world’s tragedy: The itinerant existence eroded by gravity I sought but did not find Now I leave the earth in favour of the mind Dazed and confused, I extinguish the fire Evoked by tragic memories Ah, I sail into infinity with thee Finally able to kiss the stars... Rapt in galactic beauty, I contemplate and collapse Reflecting the blasphemous symphonies |
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9. | And Still I Wither | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement "I’m sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom" With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes This is the coldest hell... So now I experience a void I know so well A song of emptiness are fed again Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity I am alive but yet so dead So fucking dead... Written in blood over a wasteland of bones Reflected upon a frozen horizon Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation With a whiff of desecration and hate So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile Stab these thorns deeper into my heart And free me from these depressive thoughts Cleanse me... Ah... This is the coldest hell... |
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10. | I Dedicate My Beauty to the Stars | 11:10 | Show lyrics |
The paths of the heart... Inscrutable, ay Consciously I trespass To enervate the energy of day I dedicate my beauty to the stars I soliloquize and kiss my precious scars I dedicate my suicide to thee Soon to drift blissfully... Contorted - and stabbed with spleen Reminded of a solitary childhood in between Memories - bleeding images of horror unveiled Alack! The eerie masquerade To bear a charmed life Deified and depraved Anon, anon... Soon to drift blissfully in xtc Disguised in liquor D and D, dedicated to the... |
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49:21 |
Traces o’ Red
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Artwork, Layout |
Fred Endresen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Samples |
Audun | Mastering |
Tom | Mastering |
Harald Solbakk | Photography |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics |
Tracks | |||
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1. | In Thro’ the Cave of Impressions | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Traces o’ Red - The Fall and Rise of Vitality | 04:30 | Show lyrics |
"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain Its impressions are unmistakable" Prithee... charm me fro’ mine mortal guise I fear, by my throth, the evenfall o’ youth May I succumb to thee and claim thy most vital kiss... So what are you waiting for... "What lack of movement! What ice! Nothing stirs me, nothing excites me... I ask you, is this pleasure? What difference on the other side! What tickling on my senses! What excitement in my organs" Fro’ Aurora’s bed, of gods eyesight lost, a sick man shed his tears Did I live dead or did I live at all when I knew nought but mortal fears The fume of my sighs draped the soil Intertwined with the fresh morning dew I bedevilled my name and succumbed to thy seductive flesh In hope to remember the view I taunt thee... daughter o’ seraphs Oh, I bevail thy loss of innocense... I will write, by my troth, a sonnet to thee my beloved Haunting... I wander through the crowded streets o’ London Dressed to kill and live and let live and leave traces o’ red I think I’m kinda falling in love with you Oh, fair virgin... spread thy angelwings and crown me for being a madman Innocense and fear, mirrored in the savage eyes of lechery Sweet sixteen, sweet innocent colleen I crave the sweet, sweet taste of thy naked vulva Sucking, sucking... and so on and so forth ’til I besmear thy innocense Mesmerized by thy poisonous wine Ah, I fall in love... |
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3. | Be Thou My Lethe and Bleeding Quietus | 04:29 | Show lyrics |
I drift into luciferous darkness And kiss the blithesome aeons of quietude A wounded cupid passes saddened by, dead in the winds eye O, blood, blood, blood... ...I bath in the sea of vengeance And conquer cupidity by making the leviathan bleed I am the wraith in the woebegone guise... lost in the reverie I mock mortality and as I open my eyes, Ah... I behold thee The aeons of prophane immortality annihilates the mournful impact I kiss the woebegone flesh goodbye in life’s final act Oh, exquisite star in the passionate darkness I love thee... fair temptress |
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4. | Dreams | 04:24 | Show lyrics |
Dreams [by Edgar Allan Poe] Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ’Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be - that dream eternally Continuing - as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood - should it thus be given, ’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness, - have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought - what more could I have seen? ’Twas once - and only once - and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass - some power Or spell had bound me - ’twas the chilly wind Came o’er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit - or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly - or the stars - howe’er it was That dream was as that night-wind - let it pass. I have been happy, tho’ in a dream. I have been happy - and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life, As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife Of semblance with reality, which brings To the delirious eye, more lovely things Of Paradise and Love - and all our own! Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known. Something Unique |
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5. | Something Unique | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this fucking fair This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ...Still I weep Out of sight, dreaming her presence, I listen to the wind Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ...Is this something unique Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide I succumb to the sound of her heart... |
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6. | The Poem of Dark Subconscious Desire | 05:05 | Show lyrics |
All dressed with horror but still so fucking beloved The queen of darkness, the empress of thoughts All swept in tears I awoke and beheld She was indeed a sight for sore eyes The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart Then I subconsciously left this world Another journey through a point of bliss A darker landscape filled with horror Horror dissimilar to the one I used to know The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art She embraced me gently as we drowned in flames And chose to burn beside me We were the darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s hearts ...We were the darkness forever Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart We were the darkness forever The darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s fucking hearts... Fuck you!!! Then for the final night of this dream A witch came forth from the dark She swallowed my lust, my desire And fed my soul with unspoken pleasure And as I awoke, seared and forgotten Conscious and forlorn I paused for a second and thought: What the fuck... I’ll leave this world for good |
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7. | Eerily Seductive | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being eerie Eerily seductive... led astray by lesbian allegretto In inpressive overture Adultery in fucking fugue The space is pitchblack, bewitched by its blankness I still wish... lost for words There is movement in the desert, my poison passes on... "What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention Think only of you, care only for you... Every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates" Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being sick, sick, sick! "It has moreover, been proved that horror Nastiness, and the frightfull are what give pleasure when one fornicates Beauty is a simple thing, ugliness is the exceptional thing And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to be simple thing" |
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8. | My Irreverent Pilgrimage | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Thou greet my soul with a gesture of oblivion And bid me to immortalize Fare thee well, ghastly theatre of mortal flesh I relinquish all believes Saddened I pinpoint the world’s tragedy: The itinerant existence eroded by gravity I sought but did not find Now I leave the earth in favour of the mind Dazed and confused, I extinguish the fire Evoked by tragic memories Ah, I sail into infinity with thee Finally able to kiss the stars... Rapt in galactic beauty, I contemplate and collapse Reflecting the blasphemous symphonies |
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9. | And Still I Wither | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement "I’m sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom" With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes This is the coldest hell... So now I experience a void I know so well A song of emptiness are fed again Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity I am alive but yet so dead So fucking dead... Written in blood over a wasteland of bones Reflected upon a frozen horizon Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation With a whiff of desecration and hate So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile Stab these thorns deeper into my heart And free me from these depressive thoughts Cleanse me... Ah... This is the coldest hell... |
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10. | I Dedicate My Beauty to the Stars | 11:10 | Show lyrics |
The paths of the heart... Inscrutable, ay Consciously I trespass To enervate the energy of day I dedicate my beauty to the stars I soliloquize and kiss my precious scars I dedicate my suicide to thee Soon to drift blissfully... Contorted - and stabbed with spleen Reminded of a solitary childhood in between Memories - bleeding images of horror unveiled Alack! The eerie masquerade To bear a charmed life Deified and depraved Anon, anon... Soon to drift blissfully in xtc Disguised in liquor D and D, dedicated to the... |
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11. | The Masquerade of Rhapsody | 03:36 | |
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12. | Colleen | 01:54 | |
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54:51 |
Traces o’ Red
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Artwork, Layout |
Audun | Mastering |
Fred Endresen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Samples |
Tom | Mastering |
Harald Solbakk | Photography |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics |
Tracks | |||
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1. | In Thro’ the Cave of Impressions | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Traces o’ Red - The Fall and Rise of Vitality | 04:30 | Show lyrics |
"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain Its impressions are unmistakable" Prithee... charm me fro’ mine mortal guise I fear, by my throth, the evenfall o’ youth May I succumb to thee and claim thy most vital kiss... So what are you waiting for... "What lack of movement! What ice! Nothing stirs me, nothing excites me... I ask you, is this pleasure? What difference on the other side! What tickling on my senses! What excitement in my organs" Fro’ Aurora’s bed, of gods eyesight lost, a sick man shed his tears Did I live dead or did I live at all when I knew nought but mortal fears The fume of my sighs draped the soil Intertwined with the fresh morning dew I bedevilled my name and succumbed to thy seductive flesh In hope to remember the view I taunt thee... daughter o’ seraphs Oh, I bevail thy loss of innocense... I will write, by my troth, a sonnet to thee my beloved Haunting... I wander through the crowded streets o’ London Dressed to kill and live and let live and leave traces o’ red I think I’m kinda falling in love with you Oh, fair virgin... spread thy angelwings and crown me for being a madman Innocense and fear, mirrored in the savage eyes of lechery Sweet sixteen, sweet innocent colleen I crave the sweet, sweet taste of thy naked vulva Sucking, sucking... and so on and so forth ’til I besmear thy innocense Mesmerized by thy poisonous wine Ah, I fall in love... |
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3. | Be Thou My Lethe and Bleeding Quietus | 04:29 | Show lyrics |
I drift into luciferous darkness And kiss the blithesome aeons of quietude A wounded cupid passes saddened by, dead in the winds eye O, blood, blood, blood... ...I bath in the sea of vengeance And conquer cupidity by making the leviathan bleed I am the wraith in the woebegone guise... lost in the reverie I mock mortality and as I open my eyes, Ah... I behold thee The aeons of prophane immortality annihilates the mournful impact I kiss the woebegone flesh goodbye in life’s final act Oh, exquisite star in the passionate darkness I love thee... fair temptress |
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4. | Dreams | 04:24 | Show lyrics |
Dreams [by Edgar Allan Poe] Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ’Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be - that dream eternally Continuing - as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood - should it thus be given, ’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness, - have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought - what more could I have seen? ’Twas once - and only once - and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass - some power Or spell had bound me - ’twas the chilly wind Came o’er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit - or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly - or the stars - howe’er it was That dream was as that night-wind - let it pass. I have been happy, tho’ in a dream. I have been happy - and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life, As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife Of semblance with reality, which brings To the delirious eye, more lovely things Of Paradise and Love - and all our own! Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known. Something Unique |
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5. | Something Unique | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this fucking fair This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ...Still I weep Out of sight, dreaming her presence, I listen to the wind Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ...Is this something unique Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide I succumb to the sound of her heart... |
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6. | The Poem of Dark Subconscious Desire | 05:05 | Show lyrics |
All dressed with horror but still so fucking beloved The queen of darkness, the empress of thoughts All swept in tears I awoke and beheld She was indeed a sight for sore eyes The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart Then I subconsciously left this world Another journey through a point of bliss A darker landscape filled with horror Horror dissimilar to the one I used to know The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art She embraced me gently as we drowned in flames And chose to burn beside me We were the darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s hearts ...We were the darkness forever Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart We were the darkness forever The darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s fucking hearts... Fuck you!!! Then for the final night of this dream A witch came forth from the dark She swallowed my lust, my desire And fed my soul with unspoken pleasure And as I awoke, seared and forgotten Conscious and forlorn I paused for a second and thought: What the fuck... I’ll leave this world for good |
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7. | Eerily Seductive | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being eerie Eerily seductive... led astray by lesbian allegretto In inpressive overture Adultery in fucking fugue The space is pitchblack, bewitched by its blankness I still wish... lost for words There is movement in the desert, my poison passes on... "What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention Think only of you, care only for you... Every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates" Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being sick, sick, sick! "It has moreover, been proved that horror Nastiness, and the frightfull are what give pleasure when one fornicates Beauty is a simple thing, ugliness is the exceptional thing And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to be simple thing" |
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8. | My Irreverent Pilgrimage | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Thou greet my soul with a gesture of oblivion And bid me to immortalize Fare thee well, ghastly theatre of mortal flesh I relinquish all believes Saddened I pinpoint the world’s tragedy: The itinerant existence eroded by gravity I sought but did not find Now I leave the earth in favour of the mind Dazed and confused, I extinguish the fire Evoked by tragic memories Ah, I sail into infinity with thee Finally able to kiss the stars... Rapt in galactic beauty, I contemplate and collapse Reflecting the blasphemous symphonies |
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9. | And Still I Wither | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement "I’m sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom" With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes This is the coldest hell... So now I experience a void I know so well A song of emptiness are fed again Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity I am alive but yet so dead So fucking dead... Written in blood over a wasteland of bones Reflected upon a frozen horizon Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation With a whiff of desecration and hate So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile Stab these thorns deeper into my heart And free me from these depressive thoughts Cleanse me... Ah... This is the coldest hell... |
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10. | I Dedicate My Beauty to the Stars | 11:10 | Show lyrics |
The paths of the heart... Inscrutable, ay Consciously I trespass To enervate the energy of day I dedicate my beauty to the stars I soliloquize and kiss my precious scars I dedicate my suicide to thee Soon to drift blissfully... Contorted - and stabbed with spleen Reminded of a solitary childhood in between Memories - bleeding images of horror unveiled Alack! The eerie masquerade To bear a charmed life Deified and depraved Anon, anon... Soon to drift blissfully in xtc Disguised in liquor D and D, dedicated to the... |
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49:21 |
Traces o’ Red
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Artwork, Layout |
Audun | Mastering |
Fred Endresen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Samples |
Tom | Mastering |
Harald Solbakk | Photography |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics |
Tracks | |||
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1. | In Thro’ the Cave of Impressions | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Traces o’ Red - The Fall and Rise of Vitality | 04:30 | Show lyrics |
"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain Its impressions are unmistakable" Prithee... charm me fro’ mine mortal guise I fear, by my throth, the evenfall o’ youth May I succumb to thee and claim thy most vital kiss... So what are you waiting for... "What lack of movement! What ice! Nothing stirs me, nothing excites me... I ask you, is this pleasure? What difference on the other side! What tickling on my senses! What excitement in my organs" Fro’ Aurora’s bed, of gods eyesight lost, a sick man shed his tears Did I live dead or did I live at all when I knew nought but mortal fears The fume of my sighs draped the soil Intertwined with the fresh morning dew I bedevilled my name and succumbed to thy seductive flesh In hope to remember the view I taunt thee... daughter o’ seraphs Oh, I bevail thy loss of innocense... I will write, by my troth, a sonnet to thee my beloved Haunting... I wander through the crowded streets o’ London Dressed to kill and live and let live and leave traces o’ red I think I’m kinda falling in love with you Oh, fair virgin... spread thy angelwings and crown me for being a madman Innocense and fear, mirrored in the savage eyes of lechery Sweet sixteen, sweet innocent colleen I crave the sweet, sweet taste of thy naked vulva Sucking, sucking... and so on and so forth ’til I besmear thy innocense Mesmerized by thy poisonous wine Ah, I fall in love... |
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3. | Be Thou My Lethe and Bleeding Quietus | 04:29 | Show lyrics |
I drift into luciferous darkness And kiss the blithesome aeons of quietude A wounded cupid passes saddened by, dead in the winds eye O, blood, blood, blood... ...I bath in the sea of vengeance And conquer cupidity by making the leviathan bleed I am the wraith in the woebegone guise... lost in the reverie I mock mortality and as I open my eyes, Ah... I behold thee The aeons of prophane immortality annihilates the mournful impact I kiss the woebegone flesh goodbye in life’s final act Oh, exquisite star in the passionate darkness I love thee... fair temptress |
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4. | Dreams | 04:24 | Show lyrics |
Dreams [by Edgar Allan Poe] Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ’Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be - that dream eternally Continuing - as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood - should it thus be given, ’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness, - have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought - what more could I have seen? ’Twas once - and only once - and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass - some power Or spell had bound me - ’twas the chilly wind Came o’er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit - or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly - or the stars - howe’er it was That dream was as that night-wind - let it pass. I have been happy, tho’ in a dream. I have been happy - and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life, As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife Of semblance with reality, which brings To the delirious eye, more lovely things Of Paradise and Love - and all our own! Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known. Something Unique |
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5. | Something Unique | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain Glamourized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this fucking fair This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ...Still I weep Out of sight, dreaming her presence, I listen to the wind Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness Yesterday beguilled by the slop of my exhausted tide ...Is this something unique Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide I succumb to the sound of her heart... |
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6. | The Poem of Dark Subconscious Desire | 05:05 | Show lyrics |
All dressed with horror but still so fucking beloved The queen of darkness, the empress of thoughts All swept in tears I awoke and beheld She was indeed a sight for sore eyes The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart Then I subconsciously left this world Another journey through a point of bliss A darker landscape filled with horror Horror dissimilar to the one I used to know The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art She embraced me gently as we drowned in flames And chose to burn beside me We were the darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s hearts ...We were the darkness forever Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart We were the darkness forever The darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition’s fucking hearts... Fuck you!!! Then for the final night of this dream A witch came forth from the dark She swallowed my lust, my desire And fed my soul with unspoken pleasure And as I awoke, seared and forgotten Conscious and forlorn I paused for a second and thought: What the fuck... I’ll leave this world for good |
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7. | Eerily Seductive | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being eerie Eerily seductive... led astray by lesbian allegretto In inpressive overture Adultery in fucking fugue The space is pitchblack, bewitched by its blankness I still wish... lost for words There is movement in the desert, my poison passes on... "What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention Think only of you, care only for you... Every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates" Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being sick, sick, sick! "It has moreover, been proved that horror Nastiness, and the frightfull are what give pleasure when one fornicates Beauty is a simple thing, ugliness is the exceptional thing And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to be simple thing" |
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8. | My Irreverent Pilgrimage | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Thou greet my soul with a gesture of oblivion And bid me to immortalize Fare thee well, ghastly theatre of mortal flesh I relinquish all believes Saddened I pinpoint the world’s tragedy: The itinerant existence eroded by gravity I sought but did not find Now I leave the earth in favour of the mind Dazed and confused, I extinguish the fire Evoked by tragic memories Ah, I sail into infinity with thee Finally able to kiss the stars... Rapt in galactic beauty, I contemplate and collapse Reflecting the blasphemous symphonies |
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9. | And Still I Wither | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement "I’m sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom" With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes This is the coldest hell... So now I experience a void I know so well A song of emptiness are fed again Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity I am alive but yet so dead So fucking dead... Written in blood over a wasteland of bones Reflected upon a frozen horizon Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation With a whiff of desecration and hate So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile Stab these thorns deeper into my heart And free me from these depressive thoughts Cleanse me... Ah... This is the coldest hell... |
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10. | I Dedicate My Beauty to the Stars | 11:10 | Show lyrics |
The paths of the heart... Inscrutable, ay Consciously I trespass To enervate the energy of day I dedicate my beauty to the stars I soliloquize and kiss my precious scars I dedicate my suicide to thee Soon to drift blissfully... Contorted - and stabbed with spleen Reminded of a solitary childhood in between Memories - bleeding images of horror unveiled Alack! The eerie masquerade To bear a charmed life Deified and depraved Anon, anon... Soon to drift blissfully in xtc Disguised in liquor D and D, dedicated to the... |
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Megalomania
Members | |
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Band members | |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals (additional) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Julie Tverå Johnsen | Vocals (female) (track 1) |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Fred Endresen | Keyboards (additional), Vocals (additional) (track 12), Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Fred Endresen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting |
Asgeir Mickelson | Photography |
Snorre Sjövoll | Photography |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Cover art, Layout |
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1. | Dainty Delusive Doll | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Already wounded…I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue Such a sight, petite and illegal…a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour Haunted by her image in blank dismay, I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure of the dainty, delusive doll… Seeping into the tunnel of reality… The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet’s beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate… The vortex of addiction is out of square There are imaginary catchwords everywhere The vortex of temptation gently blows The ego-dolls reap the meadows… …of megalomania… Profoundly wounded…I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous Such a sight, so pristine…a specimen of beauty in sheer fucking grace Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed, I need some pills to kill the pain I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll …seeping into the coma of reality The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet’s beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate… |
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2. | The Venial Blur | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
The promised land of joy leads me quite a chase shaping the vortex moonshine into another daemon aeon Caught in a crossfire of lust, a dream of strange ambient fusion dying in the valley of death, as in the essence of the Shakespearian Conclusion As I dream of that night, dazzled by its charm and as I dream of you nestled here in my arms It’s only when I weep, only when I reach to touch you it’s only when I nourish the (ultimate) paranoid grandeur it’s only when the venereal notion unfolds I see more devils than vast hell can hold You breathe in sharply when I bid (you) to join the trance to wheresoever the (polychrome) devils may dance the gleaming utopia (suddenly) casting shadows of sadness and there is beauty in all its madness When I come down it seems to me, that I am desecration and touching you seems like a revelation… |
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3. | Late Night, Red Wine Blight | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Craving hands carved in my back If love was present I’d make it crack Cynical tripping from here to there It’ll turn out less painful if I don’t care Sweetest dearie Mother Mary ramble, rumble the sanguine stumble Discipline disciple queen smell the pyre death rate dire I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell… Love is dead and hate ruins the set Eve goes down on the fair Juliet Date rape dogma and hell supreme I am the artist that paints the extreme… Rapping simmer always shimmer scent the quibble always nibble Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle solve the puzzle Taste the mire lust, desire rape and struggle finally snuggle… I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle… |
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4. | Malignant Midwinter Murders | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
The artifice virginal air became the odour of sinful obsession we subsequently trespassed the boundaries of apt behaviour A midwinter night’s gleam, almost bereaved of sympathy we drank from all those feeble hearts, we were the masters of deceit Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface The temptress and Mr Misery, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; fuck everything She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king I recall the glorious days of our malignant midwinter murders Oh, how benignly malignant we were... I recall the fragrance of our malignant midwinter murders Reh rebmemer syawla lliw I… Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface The temptress and me, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; fuck everything She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king |
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5. | Comme il faut | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
The envious audience is chasing us through the cold slop of reality exhibited in the dying drama, our design became their wounds we will never follow their sickening script, never pass them but a fake smile and every fucking motion is motley, dispelled from morals… All the little girls have turned into the women that will suck us off… (Comme il faut…) Legions of tiara clad virgins are sifting my fairytales, morbidly possessing my crayons…and it truly fucking hurts All I ever wanted was everything and then some all I ever wanted was to love someone all I ever wanted was the joy they sell all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell Everything I ever wanted was to disappear here -all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted… everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care -all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted… Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream All I ever wanted was everything…and then some… All I ever wanted was to love someone… …the joy they sell… …a heaven in my hell… Everything I ever wanted was to disappear… Everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care… Everything they ever wanted was a taste of my fluency everything they ever wanted was a piece of the tragedy All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted all I ever wanted, all they ever wanted… All I ever wanted was everything and then some all I ever wanted was to love someone all I ever wanted was the joy they sell all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted I am the drug they always wanted… |
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6. | Benign Bohemian Brilliance | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
I whirl like wilted petals in blissful reverie affected only by the recession your sinful(glittering) eyes, gentle with concern, windburn my (quasi)famous expression a thin strip of white appears at the sky and I cherish the soul’s retrieval ’cause even when you tempt my soul it’s not enough to make you evil Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay So many similarities… I bloom like poison, cling to the earth and maintain my imperceptible glare sometimes even the devil gets blinded by guilt but I just waive my attempts to care voyeuristic and whitehot you stare at the expression on my face my fluency becomes you in a vivacious smile of unearthly grace Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold We could enter eden with hellfire love… Imagesque addiction transformed into the next intervention worship the pleasures of celebrity, exit reality and dream with me... So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold |
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7. | Prudence Kept Her Purity | 03:33 | Show lyrics |
Prudence kept the sun from shining bright prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night narcissistic raving, nihilistic craving and she became the torment of my heart Prudence was the context of distress and complaint prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming faithlessness is highly rated art... Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming sinful trifles, improving my discography rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation Prudence was the context of distress and complaint prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming faithlessness is highly rated art... There were few lucid moments in the dead midsummer madness we withdrew from joy of the ultimate kind to sickening sour sadness we wasted our dark passion, we wasted our complexion prudence kept our purity and my art is the grand reflection Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming sinful trifles, improving my discography rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation But if I dream of moonshine, if I taste the (devils) vintage if I dream of wastelands, if I stroll through deserts if I behold autumn, if I reach to touch her cold face I realise our hours draws on apace... |
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8. | Seven Dead Orchids | 03:05 | Show lyrics |
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention my deserted space needs another case of intervention celebrity is my speciality glamorised in fashion I am the mannequin to be Oh, sweet seventeen...her unblemished face clad in the tint of juvenile flesh seven dead orchids lay trampled and beguiled like the lust that died She sits astride The pictures my crayons painted xeroxed and airbrushed to fit admiration disguised in trivial pursuits animated to death… The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight… |
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9. | The Dying Buds of May | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Blister’d be their envious tongues, cut ’em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself Cut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as I wear thy lunacy can heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro’ thee… Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself I desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently died once upon a November cold when I cunningly committed my suicide… Everyone was bored with love -and God was never more distant Affliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamity luciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhere I was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmatives all slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended there Exhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hate love laid in exhile’s chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate… Faretheewell, faretheewell…one kiss and I’ll descend into the blooming pits of hell The darling deeds of autumn the dying buds of May Cupid painted dour with lust raining energy as we decay… |
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10. | Fifteen Minutes | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
I am Mephisto in a sanctified guise attired in robes of silk and fur I was the will o’ the wisp of devilish fashion, the glamorous aura of adventure All the kisses you have ever missed Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed We’ll kiss and cuddle, we’ll fuck and cling I’ll be your decadent plaything And I only want to be the only one they want… Oh, their sweetmeat revelation I’m flying on the wings of my desire I’m floating on the sea of your lust Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust I am the hunger of your chaste vulva, beware, your wishes may backfire I am the traitorous wretch, I inflame satisfaction, celebrity and desire All the kisses you have ever missed Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed We’ll kiss and cuddle, we’ll fuck and cling I’ll be your decadent plaything And I only want to be the only one they want… Oh, their sweetmeat revelation I’m flying on the wings of my desire I’m floating on the sea of your lust Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust 15 minutes was all I needed to break free 15 fucking minutes of you and me 15 minutes to leave hell behind 15 fucking minutes to ease my mind Love is such a great coincidence, lust paces on like a fucking machine tearing me in a million directions, thrilling me softly in between |
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11. | Ye That Tempteth, Ye That Bequeth | 03:59 | Show lyrics |
Imagine the starry eyed audience chasing us through (the cold slop of) reality exhibited as mannequins (in a menage a trois), our design would be their wounds we would never follow the script, never pass them but a fake smile and every movement would be motley, dispelled from morals And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels the virginal air would be vaguely transparent yet it would always be somewhat bright the wind would carry us (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause) ye would herald the age of immorality, vividly, ye would bequeth me the most precious jewellery ye seem like such lovely girls, in a most sinful limbo of dreams; we should be an oblique part of the opaque scene... And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels the virginal air would be vaguely transparent yet it would always be somewhat bright the wind would carry us (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause) |
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12. | C17-H19-NO3-H2O | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy Sometimes I just stare blankly for hours wondering how it could have been interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee… I am the tranquil king, I mirror cupid in all these phrases there’s a sadness in our eyes, dancing stars and trancing faces I am the faithless mainstream of poker puss mannequins to be these days everybody smiles and all the cameras are circling me In forvid energy...I still extol thy image to the sky (and beyond). Thou art petite, thou art pristine... (and) my superlatives are not just words The humid energy (of passion) granted us the wings of hell we are drifting aimlessly (on) our way to somewhere C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee… I waive my attempts to smile, I waive my attempts to care tinged with bizarre implicit violence I mimic the expression they expect me to bear I am the pretty, pretty sex machine, when we come is when we die deceit is a pill for us to share, leaving an all time high... |
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13. | Tangled in Grand Affection | 03:41 | Show lyrics |
Winter and autumn drove hand in hand dazzled by the light of a perplexed moon all tangled in bohemian supremacy and the tingly ambience of a deceitful noon ...tangled in grand affection Autumn’s cold hand craving in a tight and comforting response while their bizarre passionate music tore fainthearted souls apart the narrow minded seasons did violently collide when they beheld autumn hellishly situated on winter astride ...tangled in grand affection There were few lucid moments in the subsequent madness both winter and autumn withdrew from joy to abided sadness wasting their dark passion and wasting their complexion reluctancy turned to nonchalance and this denouement is the grand reflection Daunting the timidity of shallow waters, the hands of the beast wrote some touching rhymes sadly they drifted apart like trees denued of leaves, and thus the dialogue was dead by springtime |
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14. | Crowd of Mourners | 03:52 | instrumental |
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Megalomania
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals (additional) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Julie Tverå Johnsen | Vocals (female) (track 1) |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Fred Endresen | Keyboards (additional), Vocals (additional) (track 12), Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics |
Fred Endresen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting |
Asgeir Mickelson | Photography |
Snorre Sjövoll | Photography |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Cover art, Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Dainty Delusive Doll | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Already wounded…I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue Such a sight, petite and illegal…a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour Haunted by her image in blank dismay, I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure of the dainty, delusive doll… Seeping into the tunnel of reality… The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet’s beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate… The vortex of addiction is out of square There are imaginary catchwords everywhere The vortex of temptation gently blows The ego-dolls reap the meadows… …of megalomania… Profoundly wounded…I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous Such a sight, so pristine…a specimen of beauty in sheer fucking grace Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed, I need some pills to kill the pain I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll …seeping into the coma of reality The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet’s beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate… |
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2. | The Venial Blur | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
The promised land of joy leads me quite a chase shaping the vortex moonshine into another daemon aeon Caught in a crossfire of lust, a dream of strange ambient fusion dying in the valley of death, as in the essence of the Shakespearian Conclusion As I dream of that night, dazzled by its charm and as I dream of you nestled here in my arms It’s only when I weep, only when I reach to touch you it’s only when I nourish the (ultimate) paranoid grandeur it’s only when the venereal notion unfolds I see more devils than vast hell can hold You breathe in sharply when I bid (you) to join the trance to wheresoever the (polychrome) devils may dance the gleaming utopia (suddenly) casting shadows of sadness and there is beauty in all its madness When I come down it seems to me, that I am desecration and touching you seems like a revelation… |
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3. | Late Night, Red Wine Blight | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Craving hands carved in my back If love was present I’d make it crack Cynical tripping from here to there It’ll turn out less painful if I don’t care Sweetest dearie Mother Mary ramble, rumble the sanguine stumble Discipline disciple queen smell the pyre death rate dire I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell… Love is dead and hate ruins the set Eve goes down on the fair Juliet Date rape dogma and hell supreme I am the artist that paints the extreme… Rapping simmer always shimmer scent the quibble always nibble Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle solve the puzzle Taste the mire lust, desire rape and struggle finally snuggle… I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle… |
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4. | Malignant Midwinter Murders | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
The artifice virginal air became the odour of sinful obsession we subsequently trespassed the boundaries of apt behaviour A midwinter night’s gleam, almost bereaved of sympathy we drank from all those feeble hearts, we were the masters of deceit Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface The temptress and Mr Misery, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; fuck everything She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king I recall the glorious days of our malignant midwinter murders Oh, how benignly malignant we were... I recall the fragrance of our malignant midwinter murders Reh rebmemer syawla lliw I… Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface The temptress and me, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; fuck everything She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king |
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5. | Comme il faut | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
The envious audience is chasing us through the cold slop of reality exhibited in the dying drama, our design became their wounds we will never follow their sickening script, never pass them but a fake smile and every fucking motion is motley, dispelled from morals… All the little girls have turned into the women that will suck us off… (Comme il faut…) Legions of tiara clad virgins are sifting my fairytales, morbidly possessing my crayons…and it truly fucking hurts All I ever wanted was everything and then some all I ever wanted was to love someone all I ever wanted was the joy they sell all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell Everything I ever wanted was to disappear here -all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted… everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care -all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted… Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream All I ever wanted was everything…and then some… All I ever wanted was to love someone… …the joy they sell… …a heaven in my hell… Everything I ever wanted was to disappear… Everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care… Everything they ever wanted was a taste of my fluency everything they ever wanted was a piece of the tragedy All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted all I ever wanted, all they ever wanted… All I ever wanted was everything and then some all I ever wanted was to love someone all I ever wanted was the joy they sell all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted I am the drug they always wanted… |
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6. | Benign Bohemian Brilliance | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
I whirl like wilted petals in blissful reverie affected only by the recession your sinful(glittering) eyes, gentle with concern, windburn my (quasi)famous expression a thin strip of white appears at the sky and I cherish the soul’s retrieval ’cause even when you tempt my soul it’s not enough to make you evil Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay So many similarities… I bloom like poison, cling to the earth and maintain my imperceptible glare sometimes even the devil gets blinded by guilt but I just waive my attempts to care voyeuristic and whitehot you stare at the expression on my face my fluency becomes you in a vivacious smile of unearthly grace Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold We could enter eden with hellfire love… Imagesque addiction transformed into the next intervention worship the pleasures of celebrity, exit reality and dream with me... So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold |
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7. | Prudence Kept Her Purity | 03:33 | Show lyrics |
Prudence kept the sun from shining bright prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night narcissistic raving, nihilistic craving and she became the torment of my heart Prudence was the context of distress and complaint prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming faithlessness is highly rated art... Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming sinful trifles, improving my discography rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation Prudence was the context of distress and complaint prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming faithlessness is highly rated art... There were few lucid moments in the dead midsummer madness we withdrew from joy of the ultimate kind to sickening sour sadness we wasted our dark passion, we wasted our complexion prudence kept our purity and my art is the grand reflection Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming sinful trifles, improving my discography rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation But if I dream of moonshine, if I taste the (devils) vintage if I dream of wastelands, if I stroll through deserts if I behold autumn, if I reach to touch her cold face I realise our hours draws on apace... |
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8. | Seven Dead Orchids | 03:05 | Show lyrics |
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention my deserted space needs another case of intervention celebrity is my speciality glamorised in fashion I am the mannequin to be Oh, sweet seventeen...her unblemished face clad in the tint of juvenile flesh seven dead orchids lay trampled and beguiled like the lust that died She sits astride The pictures my crayons painted xeroxed and airbrushed to fit admiration disguised in trivial pursuits animated to death… The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight… |
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9. | The Dying Buds of May | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Blister’d be their envious tongues, cut ’em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself Cut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as I wear thy lunacy can heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro’ thee… Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself I desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently died once upon a November cold when I cunningly committed my suicide… Everyone was bored with love -and God was never more distant Affliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamity luciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhere I was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmatives all slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended there Exhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hate love laid in exhile’s chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate… Faretheewell, faretheewell…one kiss and I’ll descend into the blooming pits of hell The darling deeds of autumn the dying buds of May Cupid painted dour with lust raining energy as we decay… |
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10. | Fifteen Minutes | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
I am Mephisto in a sanctified guise attired in robes of silk and fur I was the will o’ the wisp of devilish fashion, the glamorous aura of adventure All the kisses you have ever missed Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed We’ll kiss and cuddle, we’ll fuck and cling I’ll be your decadent plaything And I only want to be the only one they want… Oh, their sweetmeat revelation I’m flying on the wings of my desire I’m floating on the sea of your lust Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust I am the hunger of your chaste vulva, beware, your wishes may backfire I am the traitorous wretch, I inflame satisfaction, celebrity and desire All the kisses you have ever missed Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed We’ll kiss and cuddle, we’ll fuck and cling I’ll be your decadent plaything And I only want to be the only one they want… Oh, their sweetmeat revelation I’m flying on the wings of my desire I’m floating on the sea of your lust Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust 15 minutes was all I needed to break free 15 fucking minutes of you and me 15 minutes to leave hell behind 15 fucking minutes to ease my mind Love is such a great coincidence, lust paces on like a fucking machine tearing me in a million directions, thrilling me softly in between |
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11. | Ye That Tempteth, Ye That Bequeth | 03:59 | Show lyrics |
Imagine the starry eyed audience chasing us through (the cold slop of) reality exhibited as mannequins (in a menage a trois), our design would be their wounds we would never follow the script, never pass them but a fake smile and every movement would be motley, dispelled from morals And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels the virginal air would be vaguely transparent yet it would always be somewhat bright the wind would carry us (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause) ye would herald the age of immorality, vividly, ye would bequeth me the most precious jewellery ye seem like such lovely girls, in a most sinful limbo of dreams; we should be an oblique part of the opaque scene... And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels the virginal air would be vaguely transparent yet it would always be somewhat bright the wind would carry us (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause) |
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12. | C17-H19-NO3-H2O | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy Sometimes I just stare blankly for hours wondering how it could have been interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee… I am the tranquil king, I mirror cupid in all these phrases there’s a sadness in our eyes, dancing stars and trancing faces I am the faithless mainstream of poker puss mannequins to be these days everybody smiles and all the cameras are circling me In forvid energy...I still extol thy image to the sky (and beyond). Thou art petite, thou art pristine... (and) my superlatives are not just words The humid energy (of passion) granted us the wings of hell we are drifting aimlessly (on) our way to somewhere C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee… I waive my attempts to smile, I waive my attempts to care tinged with bizarre implicit violence I mimic the expression they expect me to bear I am the pretty, pretty sex machine, when we come is when we die deceit is a pill for us to share, leaving an all time high... |
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13. | Tangled in Grand Affection | 03:41 | Show lyrics |
Winter and autumn drove hand in hand dazzled by the light of a perplexed moon all tangled in bohemian supremacy and the tingly ambience of a deceitful noon ...tangled in grand affection Autumn’s cold hand craving in a tight and comforting response while their bizarre passionate music tore fainthearted souls apart the narrow minded seasons did violently collide when they beheld autumn hellishly situated on winter astride ...tangled in grand affection There were few lucid moments in the subsequent madness both winter and autumn withdrew from joy to abided sadness wasting their dark passion and wasting their complexion reluctancy turned to nonchalance and this denouement is the grand reflection Daunting the timidity of shallow waters, the hands of the beast wrote some touching rhymes sadly they drifted apart like trees denued of leaves, and thus the dialogue was dead by springtime |
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14. | Crowd of Mourners | 03:52 | instrumental |
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15. | And to Temptation’s Darkness Forever Abide | 06:10 | |
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Megalomania
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals (additional) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Julie Tverå Johnsen | Vocals (female) (track 1) |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Fred Endresen | Keyboards (additional), Vocals (additional) (track 12), Percussion |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics |
Fred Endresen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting |
Asgeir Mickelson | Photography |
Snorre Sjövoll | Photography |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Cover art, Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Dainty Delusive Doll | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Already wounded…I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue Such a sight, petite and illegal…a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour Haunted by her image in blank dismay, I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure of the dainty, delusive doll… Seeping into the tunnel of reality… The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet’s beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate… The vortex of addiction is out of square There are imaginary catchwords everywhere The vortex of temptation gently blows The ego-dolls reap the meadows… …of megalomania… Profoundly wounded…I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous Such a sight, so pristine…a specimen of beauty in sheer fucking grace Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed, I need some pills to kill the pain I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll …seeping into the coma of reality The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet’s beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate… |
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2. | The Venial Blur | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
The promised land of joy leads me quite a chase shaping the vortex moonshine into another daemon aeon Caught in a crossfire of lust, a dream of strange ambient fusion dying in the valley of death, as in the essence of the Shakespearian Conclusion As I dream of that night, dazzled by its charm and as I dream of you nestled here in my arms It’s only when I weep, only when I reach to touch you it’s only when I nourish the (ultimate) paranoid grandeur it’s only when the venereal notion unfolds I see more devils than vast hell can hold You breathe in sharply when I bid (you) to join the trance to wheresoever the (polychrome) devils may dance the gleaming utopia (suddenly) casting shadows of sadness and there is beauty in all its madness When I come down it seems to me, that I am desecration and touching you seems like a revelation… |
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3. | Late Night, Red Wine Blight | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Craving hands carved in my back If love was present I’d make it crack Cynical tripping from here to there It’ll turn out less painful if I don’t care Sweetest dearie Mother Mary ramble, rumble the sanguine stumble Discipline disciple queen smell the pyre death rate dire I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell… Love is dead and hate ruins the set Eve goes down on the fair Juliet Date rape dogma and hell supreme I am the artist that paints the extreme… Rapping simmer always shimmer scent the quibble always nibble Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle solve the puzzle Taste the mire lust, desire rape and struggle finally snuggle… I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle… |
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4. | Malignant Midwinter Murders | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
The artifice virginal air became the odour of sinful obsession we subsequently trespassed the boundaries of apt behaviour A midwinter night’s gleam, almost bereaved of sympathy we drank from all those feeble hearts, we were the masters of deceit Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface The temptress and Mr Misery, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; fuck everything She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king I recall the glorious days of our malignant midwinter murders Oh, how benignly malignant we were... I recall the fragrance of our malignant midwinter murders Reh rebmemer syawla lliw I… Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface The temptress and me, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; fuck everything She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king |
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5. | Comme il faut | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
The envious audience is chasing us through the cold slop of reality exhibited in the dying drama, our design became their wounds we will never follow their sickening script, never pass them but a fake smile and every fucking motion is motley, dispelled from morals… All the little girls have turned into the women that will suck us off… (Comme il faut…) Legions of tiara clad virgins are sifting my fairytales, morbidly possessing my crayons…and it truly fucking hurts All I ever wanted was everything and then some all I ever wanted was to love someone all I ever wanted was the joy they sell all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell Everything I ever wanted was to disappear here -all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted… everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care -all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted… Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream All I ever wanted was everything…and then some… All I ever wanted was to love someone… …the joy they sell… …a heaven in my hell… Everything I ever wanted was to disappear… Everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care… Everything they ever wanted was a taste of my fluency everything they ever wanted was a piece of the tragedy All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted all I ever wanted, all they ever wanted… All I ever wanted was everything and then some all I ever wanted was to love someone all I ever wanted was the joy they sell all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted I am the drug they always wanted… |
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6. | Benign Bohemian Brilliance | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
I whirl like wilted petals in blissful reverie affected only by the recession your sinful(glittering) eyes, gentle with concern, windburn my (quasi)famous expression a thin strip of white appears at the sky and I cherish the soul’s retrieval ’cause even when you tempt my soul it’s not enough to make you evil Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay So many similarities… I bloom like poison, cling to the earth and maintain my imperceptible glare sometimes even the devil gets blinded by guilt but I just waive my attempts to care voyeuristic and whitehot you stare at the expression on my face my fluency becomes you in a vivacious smile of unearthly grace Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold We could enter eden with hellfire love… Imagesque addiction transformed into the next intervention worship the pleasures of celebrity, exit reality and dream with me... So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold |
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7. | Prudence Kept Her Purity | 03:33 | Show lyrics |
Prudence kept the sun from shining bright prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night narcissistic raving, nihilistic craving and she became the torment of my heart Prudence was the context of distress and complaint prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming faithlessness is highly rated art... Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming sinful trifles, improving my discography rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation Prudence was the context of distress and complaint prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming faithlessness is highly rated art... There were few lucid moments in the dead midsummer madness we withdrew from joy of the ultimate kind to sickening sour sadness we wasted our dark passion, we wasted our complexion prudence kept our purity and my art is the grand reflection Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming sinful trifles, improving my discography rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation But if I dream of moonshine, if I taste the (devils) vintage if I dream of wastelands, if I stroll through deserts if I behold autumn, if I reach to touch her cold face I realise our hours draws on apace... |
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8. | Seven Dead Orchids | 03:05 | Show lyrics |
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention my deserted space needs another case of intervention celebrity is my speciality glamorised in fashion I am the mannequin to be Oh, sweet seventeen...her unblemished face clad in the tint of juvenile flesh seven dead orchids lay trampled and beguiled like the lust that died She sits astride The pictures my crayons painted xeroxed and airbrushed to fit admiration disguised in trivial pursuits animated to death… The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight… |
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9. | The Dying Buds of May | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Blister’d be their envious tongues, cut ’em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself Cut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as I wear thy lunacy can heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro’ thee… Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself I desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently died once upon a November cold when I cunningly committed my suicide… Everyone was bored with love -and God was never more distant Affliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamity luciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhere I was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmatives all slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended there Exhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hate love laid in exhile’s chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate… Faretheewell, faretheewell…one kiss and I’ll descend into the blooming pits of hell The darling deeds of autumn the dying buds of May Cupid painted dour with lust raining energy as we decay… |
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10. | Fifteen Minutes | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
I am Mephisto in a sanctified guise attired in robes of silk and fur I was the will o’ the wisp of devilish fashion, the glamorous aura of adventure All the kisses you have ever missed Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed We’ll kiss and cuddle, we’ll fuck and cling I’ll be your decadent plaything And I only want to be the only one they want… Oh, their sweetmeat revelation I’m flying on the wings of my desire I’m floating on the sea of your lust Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust I am the hunger of your chaste vulva, beware, your wishes may backfire I am the traitorous wretch, I inflame satisfaction, celebrity and desire All the kisses you have ever missed Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed We’ll kiss and cuddle, we’ll fuck and cling I’ll be your decadent plaything And I only want to be the only one they want… Oh, their sweetmeat revelation I’m flying on the wings of my desire I’m floating on the sea of your lust Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust 15 minutes was all I needed to break free 15 fucking minutes of you and me 15 minutes to leave hell behind 15 fucking minutes to ease my mind Love is such a great coincidence, lust paces on like a fucking machine tearing me in a million directions, thrilling me softly in between |
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11. | Ye That Tempteth, Ye That Bequeth | 03:59 | Show lyrics |
Imagine the starry eyed audience chasing us through (the cold slop of) reality exhibited as mannequins (in a menage a trois), our design would be their wounds we would never follow the script, never pass them but a fake smile and every movement would be motley, dispelled from morals And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels the virginal air would be vaguely transparent yet it would always be somewhat bright the wind would carry us (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause) ye would herald the age of immorality, vividly, ye would bequeth me the most precious jewellery ye seem like such lovely girls, in a most sinful limbo of dreams; we should be an oblique part of the opaque scene... And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels the virginal air would be vaguely transparent yet it would always be somewhat bright the wind would carry us (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause) |
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12. | C17-H19-NO3-H2O | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy Sometimes I just stare blankly for hours wondering how it could have been interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee… I am the tranquil king, I mirror cupid in all these phrases there’s a sadness in our eyes, dancing stars and trancing faces I am the faithless mainstream of poker puss mannequins to be these days everybody smiles and all the cameras are circling me In forvid energy...I still extol thy image to the sky (and beyond). Thou art petite, thou art pristine... (and) my superlatives are not just words The humid energy (of passion) granted us the wings of hell we are drifting aimlessly (on) our way to somewhere C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee… I waive my attempts to smile, I waive my attempts to care tinged with bizarre implicit violence I mimic the expression they expect me to bear I am the pretty, pretty sex machine, when we come is when we die deceit is a pill for us to share, leaving an all time high... |
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13. | Tangled in Grand Affection | 03:41 | Show lyrics |
Winter and autumn drove hand in hand dazzled by the light of a perplexed moon all tangled in bohemian supremacy and the tingly ambience of a deceitful noon ...tangled in grand affection Autumn’s cold hand craving in a tight and comforting response while their bizarre passionate music tore fainthearted souls apart the narrow minded seasons did violently collide when they beheld autumn hellishly situated on winter astride ...tangled in grand affection There were few lucid moments in the subsequent madness both winter and autumn withdrew from joy to abided sadness wasting their dark passion and wasting their complexion reluctancy turned to nonchalance and this denouement is the grand reflection Daunting the timidity of shallow waters, the hands of the beast wrote some touching rhymes sadly they drifted apart like trees denued of leaves, and thus the dialogue was dead by springtime |
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14. | Crowd of Mourners | 03:52 | instrumental |
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Megalomania
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals (additional) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Julie Tverå Johnsen | Vocals (female) (track 1) |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Fred Endresen | Keyboards (additional), Vocals (additional) (track 12), Percussion |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Fred Endresen | Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting |
Asgeir Mickelson | Photography |
Snorre Sjövoll | Photography |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Cover art, Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Dainty Delusive Doll | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Already wounded…I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue Such a sight, petite and illegal…a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour Haunted by her image in blank dismay, I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure of the dainty, delusive doll… Seeping into the tunnel of reality… The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet’s beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate… The vortex of addiction is out of square There are imaginary catchwords everywhere The vortex of temptation gently blows The ego-dolls reap the meadows… …of megalomania… Profoundly wounded…I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous Such a sight, so pristine…a specimen of beauty in sheer fucking grace Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed, I need some pills to kill the pain I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll …seeping into the coma of reality The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet’s beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate… |
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2. | The Venial Blur | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
The promised land of joy leads me quite a chase shaping the vortex moonshine into another daemon aeon Caught in a crossfire of lust, a dream of strange ambient fusion dying in the valley of death, as in the essence of the Shakespearian Conclusion As I dream of that night, dazzled by its charm and as I dream of you nestled here in my arms It’s only when I weep, only when I reach to touch you it’s only when I nourish the (ultimate) paranoid grandeur it’s only when the venereal notion unfolds I see more devils than vast hell can hold You breathe in sharply when I bid (you) to join the trance to wheresoever the (polychrome) devils may dance the gleaming utopia (suddenly) casting shadows of sadness and there is beauty in all its madness When I come down it seems to me, that I am desecration and touching you seems like a revelation… |
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3. | Late Night, Red Wine Blight | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Craving hands carved in my back If love was present I’d make it crack Cynical tripping from here to there It’ll turn out less painful if I don’t care Sweetest dearie Mother Mary ramble, rumble the sanguine stumble Discipline disciple queen smell the pyre death rate dire I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell… Love is dead and hate ruins the set Eve goes down on the fair Juliet Date rape dogma and hell supreme I am the artist that paints the extreme… Rapping simmer always shimmer scent the quibble always nibble Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle solve the puzzle Taste the mire lust, desire rape and struggle finally snuggle… I trance in a cynic snakepit eden The apple of sin seems so easy to sell I need no love to define this climax All I need is pure Hollywood hell Solve the quiz with a kiss kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle… |
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4. | Malignant Midwinter Murders | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
The artifice virginal air became the odour of sinful obsession we subsequently trespassed the boundaries of apt behaviour A midwinter night’s gleam, almost bereaved of sympathy we drank from all those feeble hearts, we were the masters of deceit Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface The temptress and Mr Misery, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; fuck everything She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king I recall the glorious days of our malignant midwinter murders Oh, how benignly malignant we were... I recall the fragrance of our malignant midwinter murders Reh rebmemer syawla lliw I… Bohemian soulmates in violent rapture, way beyond the mortal surface The temptress and me, a twosome of unhibited gracedays we traduced the world with a touch of havoc; fuck everything She painted the drifting cupid and crowned me; the tranquil king |
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5. | Comme il faut | 04:48 | Show lyrics |
The envious audience is chasing us through the cold slop of reality exhibited in the dying drama, our design became their wounds we will never follow their sickening script, never pass them but a fake smile and every fucking motion is motley, dispelled from morals… All the little girls have turned into the women that will suck us off… (Comme il faut…) Legions of tiara clad virgins are sifting my fairytales, morbidly possessing my crayons…and it truly fucking hurts All I ever wanted was everything and then some all I ever wanted was to love someone all I ever wanted was the joy they sell all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell Everything I ever wanted was to disappear here -all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted… everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care -all I ever wanted was all they ever wanted… Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream All I ever wanted was everything…and then some… All I ever wanted was to love someone… …the joy they sell… …a heaven in my hell… Everything I ever wanted was to disappear… Everything I ever wanted was an attempt to care… Everything they ever wanted was a taste of my fluency everything they ever wanted was a piece of the tragedy All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted all I ever wanted, all they ever wanted… All I ever wanted was everything and then some all I ever wanted was to love someone all I ever wanted was the joy they sell all I ever wanted was a heaven in my hell Everything I ever wanted was a pill to make me gleam everything I ever wanted was the paramount dream All I ever wanted, all they ever wanted I am the drug they always wanted… |
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6. | Benign Bohemian Brilliance | 03:52 | Show lyrics |
I whirl like wilted petals in blissful reverie affected only by the recession your sinful(glittering) eyes, gentle with concern, windburn my (quasi)famous expression a thin strip of white appears at the sky and I cherish the soul’s retrieval ’cause even when you tempt my soul it’s not enough to make you evil Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay So many similarities… I bloom like poison, cling to the earth and maintain my imperceptible glare sometimes even the devil gets blinded by guilt but I just waive my attempts to care voyeuristic and whitehot you stare at the expression on my face my fluency becomes you in a vivacious smile of unearthly grace Even though we have never met you seem eerily familiar as if I have known you forever...oh, blissful dismay So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold We could enter eden with hellfire love… Imagesque addiction transformed into the next intervention worship the pleasures of celebrity, exit reality and dream with me... So many similarities, bohemians in equal brilliance soulmates rejoicing in the fall of a vivid summerday so many similarities, so many hearts left dead in the breeze so many equal thoughts of glittering cold so many patterns black of malicious gold |
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7. | Prudence Kept Her Purity | 03:33 | Show lyrics |
Prudence kept the sun from shining bright prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night narcissistic raving, nihilistic craving and she became the torment of my heart Prudence was the context of distress and complaint prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming faithlessness is highly rated art... Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming sinful trifles, improving my discography rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation Prudence was the context of distress and complaint prudence kept her purity when that old moon waned mischievously gleaming, derelict and dreaming faithlessness is highly rated art... There were few lucid moments in the dead midsummer madness we withdrew from joy of the ultimate kind to sickening sour sadness we wasted our dark passion, we wasted our complexion prudence kept our purity and my art is the grand reflection Green eyed, deified, envious jewels gleaming drugfumes, childish tunes, Juliet was dreaming sinful trifles, improving my discography rejoicing with the deed that is making me celebrity Oh, well, obliged to hell, deviltry and sadness waylaid by chaos, mirthfulness and madness Feeling, falling, taunting gods creation oh, so lief yielding fluency to temptation But if I dream of moonshine, if I taste the (devils) vintage if I dream of wastelands, if I stroll through deserts if I behold autumn, if I reach to touch her cold face I realise our hours draws on apace... |
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8. | Seven Dead Orchids | 03:05 | Show lyrics |
The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight An ephemeral prostitute in the centre of attention my deserted space needs another case of intervention celebrity is my speciality glamorised in fashion I am the mannequin to be Oh, sweet seventeen...her unblemished face clad in the tint of juvenile flesh seven dead orchids lay trampled and beguiled like the lust that died She sits astride The pictures my crayons painted xeroxed and airbrushed to fit admiration disguised in trivial pursuits animated to death… The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the meadows of megalomania and we crave the spotlight… |
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9. | The Dying Buds of May | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Blister’d be their envious tongues, cut ’em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself Cut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as I wear thy lunacy can heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro’ thee… Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself I desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently died once upon a November cold when I cunningly committed my suicide… Everyone was bored with love -and God was never more distant Affliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamity luciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhere I was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmatives all slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended there Exhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hate love laid in exhile’s chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate… Faretheewell, faretheewell…one kiss and I’ll descend into the blooming pits of hell The darling deeds of autumn the dying buds of May Cupid painted dour with lust raining energy as we decay… |
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10. | Fifteen Minutes | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
I am Mephisto in a sanctified guise attired in robes of silk and fur I was the will o’ the wisp of devilish fashion, the glamorous aura of adventure All the kisses you have ever missed Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed We’ll kiss and cuddle, we’ll fuck and cling I’ll be your decadent plaything And I only want to be the only one they want… Oh, their sweetmeat revelation I’m flying on the wings of my desire I’m floating on the sea of your lust Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust I am the hunger of your chaste vulva, beware, your wishes may backfire I am the traitorous wretch, I inflame satisfaction, celebrity and desire All the kisses you have ever missed Wheresoever you may desire to be kissed We’ll kiss and cuddle, we’ll fuck and cling I’ll be your decadent plaything And I only want to be the only one they want… Oh, their sweetmeat revelation I’m flying on the wings of my desire I’m floating on the sea of your lust Strung out from the burning need to get higher beating hearts in an unison of angel dust 15 minutes was all I needed to break free 15 fucking minutes of you and me 15 minutes to leave hell behind 15 fucking minutes to ease my mind Love is such a great coincidence, lust paces on like a fucking machine tearing me in a million directions, thrilling me softly in between |
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11. | Ye That Tempteth, Ye That Bequeth | 03:59 | Show lyrics |
Imagine the starry eyed audience chasing us through (the cold slop of) reality exhibited as mannequins (in a menage a trois), our design would be their wounds we would never follow the script, never pass them but a fake smile and every movement would be motley, dispelled from morals And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels the virginal air would be vaguely transparent yet it would always be somewhat bright the wind would carry us (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause) ye would herald the age of immorality, vividly, ye would bequeth me the most precious jewellery ye seem like such lovely girls, in a most sinful limbo of dreams; we should be an oblique part of the opaque scene... And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels the virginal air would be vaguely transparent yet it would always be somewhat bright the wind would carry us (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause) |
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12. | C17-H19-NO3-H2O | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy Sometimes I just stare blankly for hours wondering how it could have been interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee… I am the tranquil king, I mirror cupid in all these phrases there’s a sadness in our eyes, dancing stars and trancing faces I am the faithless mainstream of poker puss mannequins to be these days everybody smiles and all the cameras are circling me In forvid energy...I still extol thy image to the sky (and beyond). Thou art petite, thou art pristine... (and) my superlatives are not just words The humid energy (of passion) granted us the wings of hell we are drifting aimlessly (on) our way to somewhere C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee… I waive my attempts to smile, I waive my attempts to care tinged with bizarre implicit violence I mimic the expression they expect me to bear I am the pretty, pretty sex machine, when we come is when we die deceit is a pill for us to share, leaving an all time high... |
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13. | Tangled in Grand Affection | 03:41 | Show lyrics |
Winter and autumn drove hand in hand dazzled by the light of a perplexed moon all tangled in bohemian supremacy and the tingly ambience of a deceitful noon ...tangled in grand affection Autumn’s cold hand craving in a tight and comforting response while their bizarre passionate music tore fainthearted souls apart the narrow minded seasons did violently collide when they beheld autumn hellishly situated on winter astride ...tangled in grand affection There were few lucid moments in the subsequent madness both winter and autumn withdrew from joy to abided sadness wasting their dark passion and wasting their complexion reluctancy turned to nonchalance and this denouement is the grand reflection Daunting the timidity of shallow waters, the hands of the beast wrote some touching rhymes sadly they drifted apart like trees denued of leaves, and thus the dialogue was dead by springtime |
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14. | Crowd of Mourners | 03:52 | instrumental |
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Mere Contemplations
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Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards, Samples (track 8) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Lisa T. Johnsen | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Stian Jensen | Mastering (tracks 7-10) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics, Recording (vocals), Engineering (vocals), Mixing (vocals on tracks 7-10), Mastering (tracks 7-10) |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Artwork, Design |
Henrik Ryösä | Mastering (tracks 1-6) |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Songwriting, Recording (instruments), Engineering (instruments), Mixing |
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1. | A Study of Love and Metaphors | 03:21 | Show lyrics |
When you fall asleep in the evening, sans fear for the rigid darkness you go horseback riding through your dreams right to the meadows of esteem when the hunger sweeps the night in another red wine blight all my grief (and all the believes that I never had and the liberty of not even giving a fuck, the collusion between yours truly and the quill and the drink will be the main subject in my autobiography) Wake up to the sight of damaged skin you feel the sting of my knives, it takes you way beyond the twilight skies I’ll make your head spin baby, you’ll be there in the blink of an eye I’ll make your head spin baby you’ll be: Dead-dead! Dead-dead! you’ll be there in the blink of an eye Make a final wish; you’ll be there in a swish your sweet, sweet heart leaves such a cute little stain I know it hurts, hurts, hurts, when we’re drained of life it’s the sweet deal, the greatest high, the sovereign vain, champagne! I’m all wired, wrapped up in cellophane You woke up to the sight of damaged skin you felt the sting of my knives, I took you way beyond the twilight skies I made your head spin baby, You were dead in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, dead in the blink of an eye I woke up to the sight of my damaged skin I felt the sting of your knives, you took me way beyond the twilight skies you made my head spin fucker, I was dead in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, you were dead in the blink of an eye |
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2. | X and Moments | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
A precious, mouldering pleasure ’tis to meet an antique book, in just the dress his century wore; a privilege, I think, His (venerable) hand to take, and warming in our own, a passage back, or two, to make to times when he was young. His quaint opinions to inspect, his knowledge to unfold on what concerns our mutual mind, the literature of old; What interested scholars most, what competitions ran when Plato was a certainty, and Sophocles a man; When Sappho was a living girl, and Beatrice wore the gown that Dante deified. facts, centuries before, He traverses familiar, as one should come to town and tell you all your dreams were true: he lived where dreams were born. His presence is enchantment, you beg him not to go; old volumes shake their vellum heads and tantalize, just so. And there’s grief of hunger, and grief of cold and there’s a sort they call despair there’s banishment from primitive lust in the slightest sight of fundamental air |
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3. | The Perilous Pursuit of Volition | 03:31 | Show lyrics |
The heart seeks pleasure first and then, excuse from the deeds; and then, those awkward moments where the suffering exceed The wow echoes with the gust and the wretched silence wail the minutes turn to hours as the tint of mischief turns pale The demise of all emotions and the search for tranquil seas the filthy heart restored as the suffering now recedes And then, to fall again and then, if there should be a trace of will to succeed it’ll last for eternity |
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4. | Exit There; and Disappear | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
So many a glorious morn have I seen the sun gracing the mountain-tops with its light kissing with tender lips the meadows green gilding pale streams of alchemy with heavenly blight Even as my sun one early morn did shine with all its triumphant splendour alack, its grace was but one hour mine; an ugly visage shone through its cruel agenda When heaven suddenly came this near it seemed to close all doors the distance would not haunt me so as the presence of the tales I had merely known before But just to hear the grace depart pain I never thought I’d see afflicts me with a double loss the fucking track is lost, and lost to me |
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5. | An Affinity for Exuberance | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
A wounded soul leaps highest I’ve heard the poet tell ’tis but the ecstasy of death and then the breath is still As I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you near as I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you here The smitten soul that gushes the trampled heart that springs a wearied ghost that keeps running from where the torment stings Mirth is the prelude to anguish, and laughter is its final aim lest some fucker spot the wicked and do not fail to exclaim! As I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you near as I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you here Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed to comprehend a fame like this requires sorest need Not one of all those fuckers who rose the flag today can even tell the definition of fame so pure, of victory |
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6. | Abundance Extends to Lush | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
If I had a daily bliss a somewhat cheerful view a silent grace I could perceive to grow as I pursued Then when, around midnight instead of wasted from my sight; loaded beyond the utmost space I’d have one average night I measure every fucker I meet with analytic eyes; I wonder if their grief weighs like mine or has an easier size I wonder if, when these years have piled if the pain will still be as real the early hurt, such a lapse a lifetime of grief bereaved of appeal Will I just go on aching? through centuries above exposed by god to a larger pain by contrast with the promise of love They say heaven is packed and that’s where we go but I’ve got one hell of a surprise your death is but one and came but once and only nailed your eyes And though I may not guess the right kind correctly, yet to me and the piercing comfort it creates; passing portions of fiery glee The denotes of the fashions of the cross of those that stand alone still fascinated to presume that some has a view like my own |
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7. | I Raise My Craving Hands | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith the up and coming vendetta, the # vultures’ extremes spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me fucking supreme I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land the succulent teenage cunt, tempteth me to exeunt Wish me well, wish me hell...all I ever wanted was a story to tell The absence of goals, the lack of control the absence of aim and the present fame... The absence of goals, the lack of control everyone knows I should be extolled the absence of aim and the present fame everyone would sell their souls to play this game ...it’s the game we play... |
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8. | Nostalgia Grows | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
Gazing at what could have been a lethal doze of her fertile pose what will all these inklings mean if I reveal how deep the spiral go Crystal fecund fancies flew emerged through blood-red veils sky-blue yet dead grey - the winds blew Forced my lofty head to lean is this lass a fevered rose? is she not sinless and pristine? is it not always gold what glows? She hides her hideousness in evergreens but be cautious her blade is keen when held down by an angel pose her talons can’t be foreseen When the nightmare initiates from a rose and this hale nostalgia grows... |
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9. | Impressions | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Reaching heights at the shores, only dreamt of before while the mountains rise tall in my view my poisoned heart beats, crystal water’s at my feet as I hope to catch a glimpse of the swans A sudden calm rise as I watch the blue skies a soothing chill comes with the breeze I lay down to rest while the sun sets in west with an itch in my cold urban soul I glance upon the hills, carpetbombed by thrills as the forrest bestows peace upon the void possessed by dim light, desire sweeps the night and the climax shines through bluebell mist As I awake from sleep, desire still sweeps and the echoes thunders from afar hours are plundered by the post orgasmic slumber as the sun seeks shelter in the skies The sky upholds the rush with a sudden strange blush passing oceans to reach these shores the woods sing despair as ruins appear changing course, sailing into the sun Exhausted by pleasure I cherish this treasure I stand naked admiring the view I behold the purple sky as the summerwinds cry and the trees turn red beneath the sun Entangled in sleep as the nightwind weeps dreaming from dusk ’til dawn a grey day follows, but far from hollow I awake to the voice of an angel If I dream on tomorrow, I will know no sorrow and if I do I’ll just blame it on the rain leaving the beach in favour of the breach bounding stronger by every touch |
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10. | 11:23 pm | 05:12 | Show lyrics |
As I felt this grace depart it was a pain I never thought I’d feel afflicted me with a double loss as even the track was lost, and lost for real The heart beats faster in the wake of disaster... The spiral to her soul, guiding a schizoid to his goal with pantomime gestures as the god sent decoy it’s a matrix to the heart, lodging happiness to art leading me to this genuine perception of joy That penitentiary passivity, imprisoned by negativity the pandemonium was defeated by the touch of a dove like a million wild engines roaring through me with vengeance turning my digital soul into circuits of love Nothing could measure my love for your treasures fluent and blooming, I swear this is true sparkling I followed, no longer feeling hollow the paraphrase is simple, I fell in love with you I get so disappointed when in the end it seems that life is but a sheer revolt to the dream... Nothing could measure my love for your treasures fluent and blooming, I swear this is true sparkling I followed, no longer feeling hollow the paraphrase is simple, I fell in love with you |
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Mere Contemplations
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Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards, Samples (track 8) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Lisa T. Johnsen | Vocals (female) |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Design, Artwork |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Recording (instruments), Engineering (instruments), Mixing, Songwriting |
Henrik Ryösä | Mastering (tracks 1-6) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics, Recording (vocals), Engineering (vocals), Mixing (vocals on tracks 7-10), Mastering (tracks 7-10) |
Stian Jensen | Mastering (tracks 7-10) |
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1. | A Study of Love and Metaphors | 03:21 | Show lyrics |
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2. | X and Moments | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
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3. | The Perilous Pursuit of Volition | 03:31 | Show lyrics |
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4. | Exit There; and Disappear | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
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5. | An Affinity for Exuberance | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
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6. | Abundance Extends to Lush | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
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7. | I Raise My Craving Hands | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
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8. | Nostalgia Grows | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
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9. | Impressions | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
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10. | 11:23 pm | 05:12 | Show lyrics |
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11. | Sonnet #Cxliv | 04:29 | |
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Tony Eugene Tunheim | Guitars, Keyboards, Samples (track 8) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Vocals, Samples |
Guest/Session | |
Lisa T. Johnsen | Vocals (female) |
Hans Åge Holmen | Bass |
Asgeir Mickelson | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Sten Brian Tunheim | Design, Artwork |
Tony Eugene Tunheim | Recording (instruments), Engineering (instruments), Mixing, Songwriting |
Henrik Ryösä | Mastering (tracks 1-6) |
Ole Alexander Myrholt | Lyrics, Recording (vocals), Engineering (vocals), Mixing (vocals on tracks 7-10), Mastering (tracks 7-10) |
Stian Jensen | Mastering (tracks 7-10) |
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1. | A Study of Love and Metaphors | 03:21 | Show lyrics |
When you fall asleep in the evening, sans fear for the rigid darkness you go horseback riding through your dreams right to the meadows of esteem when the hunger sweeps the night in another red wine blight all my grief (and all the believes that I never had and the liberty of not even giving a fuck, the collusion between yours truly and the quill and the drink will be the main subject in my autobiography) Wake up to the sight of damaged skin you feel the sting of my knives, it takes you way beyond the twilight skies I’ll make your head spin baby, you’ll be there in the blink of an eye I’ll make your head spin baby you’ll be: Dead-dead! Dead-dead! you’ll be there in the blink of an eye Make a final wish; you’ll be there in a swish your sweet, sweet heart leaves such a cute little stain I know it hurts, hurts, hurts, when we’re drained of life it’s the sweet deal, the greatest high, the sovereign vain, champagne! I’m all wired, wrapped up in cellophane You woke up to the sight of damaged skin you felt the sting of my knives, I took you way beyond the twilight skies I made your head spin baby, You were dead in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, dead in the blink of an eye I woke up to the sight of my damaged skin I felt the sting of your knives, you took me way beyond the twilight skies you made my head spin fucker, I was dead in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, in the blink of an eye Dead-dead, dead-dead, you were dead in the blink of an eye |
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2. | X and Moments | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
A precious, mouldering pleasure ’tis to meet an antique book, in just the dress his century wore; a privilege, I think, His (venerable) hand to take, and warming in our own, a passage back, or two, to make to times when he was young. His quaint opinions to inspect, his knowledge to unfold on what concerns our mutual mind, the literature of old; What interested scholars most, what competitions ran when Plato was a certainty, and Sophocles a man; When Sappho was a living girl, and Beatrice wore the gown that Dante deified. facts, centuries before, He traverses familiar, as one should come to town and tell you all your dreams were true: he lived where dreams were born. His presence is enchantment, you beg him not to go; old volumes shake their vellum heads and tantalize, just so. And there’s grief of hunger, and grief of cold and there’s a sort they call despair there’s banishment from primitive lust in the slightest sight of fundamental air |
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3. | The Perilous Pursuit of Volition | 03:31 | Show lyrics |
The heart seeks pleasure first and then, excuse from the deeds; and then, those awkward moments where the suffering exceed The wow echoes with the gust and the wretched silence wail the minutes turn to hours as the tint of mischief turns pale The demise of all emotions and the search for tranquil seas the filthy heart restored as the suffering now recedes And then, to fall again and then, if there should be a trace of will to succeed it’ll last for eternity |
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4. | Exit There; and Disappear | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
So many a glorious morn have I seen the sun gracing the mountain-tops with its light kissing with tender lips the meadows green gilding pale streams of alchemy with heavenly blight Even as my sun one early morn did shine with all its triumphant splendour alack, its grace was but one hour mine; an ugly visage shone through its cruel agenda When heaven suddenly came this near it seemed to close all doors the distance would not haunt me so as the presence of the tales I had merely known before But just to hear the grace depart pain I never thought I’d see afflicts me with a double loss the fucking track is lost, and lost to me |
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5. | An Affinity for Exuberance | 03:58 | Show lyrics |
A wounded soul leaps highest I’ve heard the poet tell ’tis but the ecstasy of death and then the breath is still As I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you near as I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you here The smitten soul that gushes the trampled heart that springs a wearied ghost that keeps running from where the torment stings Mirth is the prelude to anguish, and laughter is its final aim lest some fucker spot the wicked and do not fail to exclaim! As I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you near as I lay, defeated, I’m dying longing to have you here Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed to comprehend a fame like this requires sorest need Not one of all those fuckers who rose the flag today can even tell the definition of fame so pure, of victory |
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6. | Abundance Extends to Lush | 03:44 | Show lyrics |
If I had a daily bliss a somewhat cheerful view a silent grace I could perceive to grow as I pursued Then when, around midnight instead of wasted from my sight; loaded beyond the utmost space I’d have one average night I measure every fucker I meet with analytic eyes; I wonder if their grief weighs like mine or has an easier size I wonder if, when these years have piled if the pain will still be as real the early hurt, such a lapse a lifetime of grief bereaved of appeal Will I just go on aching? through centuries above exposed by god to a larger pain by contrast with the promise of love They say heaven is packed and that’s where we go but I’ve got one hell of a surprise your death is but one and came but once and only nailed your eyes And though I may not guess the right kind correctly, yet to me and the piercing comfort it creates; passing portions of fiery glee The denotes of the fashions of the cross of those that stand alone still fascinated to presume that some has a view like my own |
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7. | I Raise My Craving Hands | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith the up and coming vendetta, the # vultures’ extremes spruce me up with a sweet little plaything, spruce me fucking supreme I raise my craving hands, to the image of her promised land the succulent teenage cunt, tempteth me to exeunt Wish me well, wish me hell...all I ever wanted was a story to tell The absence of goals, the lack of control the absence of aim and the present fame... The absence of goals, the lack of control everyone knows I should be extolled the absence of aim and the present fame everyone would sell their souls to play this game ...it’s the game we play... |
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8. | Nostalgia Grows | 03:10 | Show lyrics |
Gazing at what could have been a lethal doze of her fertile pose what will all these inklings mean if I reveal how deep the spiral go Crystal fecund fancies flew emerged through blood-red veils sky-blue yet dead grey - the winds blew Forced my lofty head to lean is this lass a fevered rose? is she not sinless and pristine? is it not always gold what glows? She hides her hideousness in evergreens but be cautious her blade is keen when held down by an angel pose her talons can’t be foreseen When the nightmare initiates from a rose and this hale nostalgia grows... |
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9. | Impressions | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Reaching heights at the shores, only dreamt of before while the mountains rise tall in my view my poisoned heart beats, crystal water’s at my feet as I hope to catch a glimpse of the swans A sudden calm rise as I watch the blue skies a soothing chill comes with the breeze I lay down to rest while the sun sets in west with an itch in my cold urban soul I glance upon the hills, carpetbombed by thrills as the forrest bestows peace upon the void possessed by dim light, desire sweeps the night and the climax shines through bluebell mist As I awake from sleep, desire still sweeps and the echoes thunders from afar hours are plundered by the post orgasmic slumber as the sun seeks shelter in the skies The sky upholds the rush with a sudden strange blush passing oceans to reach these shores the woods sing despair as ruins appear changing course, sailing into the sun Exhausted by pleasure I cherish this treasure I stand naked admiring the view I behold the purple sky as the summerwinds cry and the trees turn red beneath the sun Entangled in sleep as the nightwind weeps dreaming from dusk ’til dawn a grey day follows, but far from hollow I awake to the voice of an angel If I dream on tomorrow, I will know no sorrow and if I do I’ll just blame it on the rain leaving the beach in favour of the breach bounding stronger by every touch |
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10. | 11:23 pm | 05:12 | Show lyrics |
As I felt this grace depart it was a pain I never thought I’d feel afflicted me with a double loss as even the track was lost, and lost for real The heart beats faster in the wake of disaster... The spiral to her soul, guiding a schizoid to his goal with pantomime gestures as the god sent decoy it’s a matrix to the heart, lodging happiness to art leading me to this genuine perception of joy That penitentiary passivity, imprisoned by negativity the pandemonium was defeated by the touch of a dove like a million wild engines roaring through me with vengeance turning my digital soul into circuits of love Nothing could measure my love for your treasures fluent and blooming, I swear this is true sparkling I followed, no longer feeling hollow the paraphrase is simple, I fell in love with you I get so disappointed when in the end it seems that life is but a sheer revolt to the dream... Nothing could measure my love for your treasures fluent and blooming, I swear this is true sparkling I followed, no longer feeling hollow the paraphrase is simple, I fell in love with you |
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And Still We Wither
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2. | Colleen | 01:54 | |
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3. | Sonnet # CXLIV | 04:26 | |
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4. | And to Temptations Darkness Forever Abide | 06:00 | |
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5. | Scarlet | 03:38 | |
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6. | And the Thorns They Died (Demo 95) | 03:25 | |
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7. | An Autumn So Red (Demo 95) | 03:03 | |
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8. | A Void Concealed Within (Demo 95) | 03:42 | |
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9. | The Nakedness of the Trees... (Demo 95) | 03:58 | |
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3. | Sonnet # CXLIV | 04:26 | |
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4. | And to Temptations Darkness Forever Abide | 06:00 | |
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5. | Scarlet | 03:38 | |
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6. | And the Thorns They Died (Demo 95) | 03:25 | |
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7. | An Autumn So Red (Demo 95) | 03:03 | |
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8. | A Void Concealed Within (Demo 95) | 03:42 | |
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9. | The Nakedness of the Trees... (Demo 95) | 03:58 | |
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