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Persona

by The Surs

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1.
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
2.
WDYRT? 02:24
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!
3.
Time defect 03:06
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
4.
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
5.
100 Heads 03:42
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
6.
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
7.
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)
8.
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
9.
All the happy people cry themselves to sleep
10.
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
11.
Broken 03:15
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
12.
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
13.
Chaos 06:31
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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Debut album of Dutch band The Surs: www.thesurs.nl
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released February 18, 2011

Produced by Wouter Budé (Moonmusic) and coproduced by The Surs. Recorded by Wouter Budé @ Moonstudio Roermond. Mixed & Mastered by Wessel Oltheten @ Spoor14 Boxtel.

Artwork by Studiodaad.nl

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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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