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Where is your determination?
Destined to decide for me
I’ ve lived too long for you
Don’t want to die the same way
Drunk so I won’t remember
Where the last day has left me
To find the day on his way
To an edge a little more down
What is your pursuit?
In this personification of a man
Who wanders from year to year
Hoping that time goes by fast
My life is like a movie
And I’m not particularly proud
There should be a persona
Full of drive, I feel hollow
Rainbows in the rear-view mirror
that burn me to the ground
The white curtains are heavenly
In their simple becoming
Shutting the day off from the room
He sits there like a dying victim
Awaiting his punishment
As it dawns on him like
A continuous joke
Embarrassing him
Rainbows in the rear-view mirror
that burn me to the ground
Fighting my tears, I don’t want to greet
Embracing my fears, I can’t stand to meet
I live in memories and cry in the past
I wonder how long this will last
Losing myself by what I’ve lost
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WDYRT?
02:24
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It seems we’re tonight’s entertainment
This rule is our own
We’re part of a designed statement
Theatrical elements are in the show
It’s reflected on the walls
It’s reflected on our brains
We act so pathetic
We’ve become the insane
But who am I
Haven’t I got the ears
Haven’t I got the eyes
Or focus to judge
So let’s rage, let’s dance
Freaky, freaky, freaky! Ha-ha
Freaky, freaky, freaky! Ha-ha
Indoor ferry access
Entry to the bone
An experimental madness
Daddy is on the phone
Can you hear him scream?
He’s aching to get free
Can’t change a winning team
So gush him out
So let’s dance, let’s rage
Freaky, freaky, freaky! Ha-ha
Freaky, freaky, freaky! Ha-ha
What (I want to kill you)
What do you really think? (I want to fuck you)
What (I want to marry you)
What do you really think? (I want to drop you)
Eliminate all your rational thoughts
Some of you have it, some of you don’t
Eliminate all your rational thoughts
Some of you get it, some of you won’t
So do the freak out!
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Time defect
03:06
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The air is sultry, just like my head
There’s something brewing and my mind is dead
Two luminous stars are looking at me
And twinkle bright, like the sparkling sea
Thunder and wind and a bursting sky
But everything‘s good, you can never deny
There’s plenty of time, like the deserts sand
It seems to be endless, but comes to an end
The daylight in my eye-face
Stings eager like a wasp
And tears the flowing fluid
And leaves me with a gap
I don’t want to leave, I have to stay
I pull at the time, but it runs away
And what is left is me and the gap
I’m broken-hearted, it feels like a trap
The only things that I have to last
Are future dreams that mirror the past
The present is gone I cannot move
The time is gone, it stopped
The daylight in my eye-face
Stings eager like a wasp
And tears the flowing fluid
And leaves me with a gap
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High mountain town
04:05
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Stranded on this island
The one I cannot let you know
The past can be so violent
More than all these years ago
There stands a little child
Scared to make a stand
Silence was drawn into the wild
This will run out of hand
Into roads of endless roaming
Where precious pain flees away
Showing its face in the gloaming
The inside is not to be betrayed
Stranded in this unreal city
With this burden pushing me down
The streets feel the selfless pity
Hiding in high mountain town
The shadows show me presence
Imperfect as an old man
I hold onto it for forgiveness
And show my worth, now I can
When I was a wise child
I held my faith up high
Before the dangers piled
In mountains, bye bye bye
Closer to this one
My everything
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100 Heads
03:42
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I feed you and you feed me
And we feed each other for eternity
You’ll put the spoon to my mouth
I’ll suck your nipples until your feet won’t touch the ground
Let’s play these medieval torture games
Until one of us is brain-dead
We should know our heroes and we’ll beat them too.
We’ll neglect our friends and burn every form of good advice
Like a sponge that won’t expel its water
We go on and on every day
The system has lost his rules
We think that nobody heard us, think that nobody saw us
We are frustrated out of habit and craving for affection
We’re looking for resurrection to escape in the rut
We’re feeding my mind to black
And then something snaps in your head a hundred times
In your head a hundred times
We’re fighting our own stupidity
Our monkey behaviour in authenticity
There’s plenty of gasoline for the both of us
Or nitro-glycerine for the fun
We are the top notch of survivors
On tilt we become the vagueness
Mosquitoes sting us repeatedly
Ducks are quaking like overdosing relatives
100 knots forward and a few miles back
We’re taping motion pictures in quadruple
We have big gestures in multi-language
Our words - implausible backwardness
Indecisiveness limits our intellect
Sentimental brawler: acknowledge your exaggeration!
Embrace your retardation!
Balance on the edge of notion!
Ambivalent we have become!
In your head a hundred times
The bottom-line is: you are pretty far out
I feed you and you feed me
Let’s stick to the facts
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Autonomous dream
06:09
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I’m always dreaming of a secret plan
Always a plan in line with what I can
It’s a dream I want to make come true
Something important that I have to do
Something I want to proceed
And it has to succeed
I really need to create
So it will be displayed
On and on
I’m fighting in my dream
But when the night is gone
I feel compelled to scream
Cause I’m not a miracle man
That’s what I ought to be
So I’ll do the best I can
Striving to feel free
Let it be my control, my control, let it be mine
It’s such a treat to dream of special things
It awakes a desire for what life brings
It is addictive; it becomes a claim
If I want to pass, I’ll have to play the game
Oh, it’s just this mental drive
That will keep me alive
And it shows me the way
Gives me the power to play
I try to chase it, try it
On and on
Struggling in my dream
And when the night is gone
I feel compelled to scream
I’m not a miracle man
That’s what I ought to be
I do the best I can
Fighting myself free!
To let it be my control, my control, let it be mine
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Amplify the light
03:15
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Writing away through blank pages (As dark clouds form)
Words rain down, no story told (It began when I was born)
Lights go out, it’s a dark room (The faces I wore)
Waiting to burst into flames (I don’t know anymore)
Turning away, turning to you (Thunder strikes the earth)
I’m getting down, getting downer (The sunset of my birth)
I destroy and I tremble (The faces I wore)
I’m holding on (I don’t know anymore)
I have no role in nothing at all
Like a dead soul, I’m standing tall
All the things that have left me here
Made me push you away, to get you near
Writing away through blank pages
Words rain down, no story told
Lights go out, it’s a dark room
Waiting to burst into flames
Where were you when I was torn (I’m weak of fear)
I was torn from my safe smile (Push me my dear)
Did you walk out of me (The faces I wore)
Out of my dark room again (I don’t know anymore)
The cold new morning (I’m feeding my guilt)
The same old mourning (I’m feeding my guilt)
Light a candle (I’m feeding my guilt)
in the room (With every wound I think I made)
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Everything I’ve build vaporises in her presence
Her kisses keep me awake like reading a caffeine-tabloid
I’m drowning in her reflection and balanced by accident
Not to mention this annoying paranoid
She’s thinking so hard
That she’s calling my name
I tear highways down
As she’s touching my senses
My vision is starting to grind
On the surface of her injection
I’m not in the spotlights no more
She has captured me - I am hostile
An artificial, a post-pone disease
On my centre stage she dances around naked
With her brilliant schemes she affects
The mood of my body
The lines in my mind
She’s re-projecting my feelings
Finger-nailing the living daylights out of me
Her lipstick-prints marks a desire to burn down my house
She’s activated the autopilot
Now obsessed and deranged
No more hostile take-overs. I will retaliate!
An artificial, a post-pone disease
Her Caffeine-vapours like absinth
Analysing the stars off my sky
I’m balanced but drowning
Not to mention this two folded sexuality of yours
And in repetition we go
And in repetition she went
And in repetition we faint
And in repetition we go micro-scoping each other:
You are the genius, the job,
the master plan, the master man,
the master kind, the mastermind,
my refrigerator, my moderator
my vacuum cleaner, my text-receiver,
my insinuator, my indoctrinator,
you are the one, you are not the one,
you are another one, you’re a fish.
You dirty-goo! Go moo-moo!
Flush away down the drain.
Your good intentions scared the shit out of me
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All the happy people
00:51
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All the happy people cry themselves to sleep
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Urban delusion
05:33
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Holding on to hopes in this place of comfort
Where we are dressed and the rules are shown
It feels so empty, filled with strange figures
Running around but they are all long gone
In evolution it floats weightlessly and decayed
An assassination attempt of this self-destructive state
The weather, the storm, the blizzard, the scorn
Coming down on me in the strangest form
So I´m gonna travel to the other side
So many people around, I got nowhere to hide
Picture perfect in this motion madness
Lunatic awareness in the same old street
Consciousness is painful, love out of fear
Death is where the rain hits the concrete
These new industrial places are passing by
I’ve heard them screaming out with nothing to say
We buy what we are and we´re stuck in device
Following each other day after day
We need a better version, another take
Tapes are rolling; I can stand no more fake
I am so disgusted, I never feel at ease
Like I´m waiting for the day I can no longer breathe
So I´m gonna travel to the other side
So many people around, I got nowhere to hide
Leaving this all to make it on my own
Letting go, getting out
The rules are different there, no one to fall back on
No way to fake it, nobody to con
Just me and the world, ain´t that a high
Being my own man alone under the sky
Progress is simplicity
Let’s simply not progress
Do you have enough happiness?
And is happiness enough?
But I´m still in my culture head
In my sick morality mother head
I have supervisions of alienation
Creation of imagination
Try to go in sane mind, and never stop
Try to go in sane mind, and never stop
Letting go, getting out
This urban delusion I drag along
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Broken
03:15
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I felt so broken when you saw me awake
More broken than I let you see
You left me broken when you all yelled at me
Don’t want to look at myself and I don’t want any help
I feel I’m getting stronger when I’m feeding myself
Devoured by the words that don’t judge
Outside this make-believe haven the walls are closing in
So lost, I feel so lost, I feel so lost, I feel so lost
Hopelessly devoted, carelessly deceived
It’s what it´s like every single day
Each time giving it another try, I get smashed down again
I don’t know if it’s me or if it’s them
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Desert flower
02:33
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A desert flower has to be so strong
To live through the heat and the cold of a song
To praise the time that we did shine
And sing “you’ll always be a little mine”
Now I see you learn a different tune
As I’m still on the road to my clear moon
Different every hour, the same in a smile
Cross my fingers and I’ll see you in a while
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Chaos
06:31
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And then the adventure began
With one sudden movement
In this nothing of all, the silence of a call
That roared over mountaintops
To come of age
With victory and disgrace
Promises and escapes
To die and be reborn in chaos
Torn from safety into struggle
Torn from me in this jungle
Tumbling down the steps of myth
Trying to fly above of it
And to see the truth
Not in appearance but in cries
As the black of a swan
Fades in distance to white
Awake, to be awaken
To the dreams of the dark
To be silently shaken
To set a gigantic mark
Not able to move
To the waiting decline
In the ongoing groove
Of the melody line
Nothing is what it seems
A world is bathing in darkness
Drowning, black in completeness
For as far as he can see
He lives in a blind man’s dream
Ugly people fill his visions
He sees with blurred precision
Let everything be
More different than we can think
He’s drifting on sea land
Curious ‘bout the end
Curious ‘bout the crime
Opponent of time
Formed by Don Quichotte
Not ready for the shot
Illumination frees him soon
Dark side of the moon
Fearless fascination
I can’t stand you
Deathly innocent inspiration
There are still a few
Ways to keep it silent
Ways to keep it down
There is still some lament
A beautiful gown
Dark dweller of nightly obsession
My favourite figure in fiction
I’ll dream with you in understanding
But speak your anger not with a killing
Say, what have I done you wrong?
Haven’t Í made you strong?
He stood up to face me
What horrible liberty
“You will never get it,
You’d better forget it”
He kept the stress present
An ideal, not ideal friend
The anger in his tears
Fructified my fears
I can’t get my neighbour out of my mind
The existence of one
Through existence of the other
Trying to find the fun
In this marvellous brother
Standing there with his gun
In his target seeking eyes
Nothing left to do but run
Holding on to my lies
Cold whistle went through the air
Exhausting silence
With what forces we play
To make of this life a way
And see through faults and mistakes
Whatever it may take
To believe truth isn’t a rule
Tool of an ugly fool
Chaos in illumination:
Truth is contradiction
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The Surs 'S Hertogenbosch, Netherlands
The Surs uit Den Bosch brengt de expressie van haar songteksten vol overgave: gecontroleerde chaos, verstilde momenten en psychedelische uitspattingen als gevolg. Dynamische, licht ontvlambare muziek met een scherp randje, die je telkens vast grijpt. In februari 2011 is debuutalbum 'Persona' uitgekomen. "Veel grotere talenten ben ik de laatste jaren in Nederland niet tegengekomen" - OOR ... more
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