Tectonics - Lyrics

Hey! My guitar-hero friend Sebastian gave me the idea to upload the lyrics for the album, while it's streaming here.

So... Here you go... sorry for any errors or layout-issues... this is an early file from when we were doing the album artwork :)

agitator

i saw a whole other future
and i cannot just block it from my view
and when you're doing the things you hate the most
to get off
i get off

just throw the noose around my warn out neck
i get off

i've built the pressure
released the pressure
abandoned circles
now a target's forming
it's moving me forward
in linear motion
in linear motion and opposition

this is the end of the old
this is the end of it all
it's a revolution of the soul
as we are howling at the moon, it wheels me in


boss stallion

it's not a rebel yell
it's not a battle cry
it's not a call to arms
it wants to make no sound
it takes a quiet life
it occupies nothing
it is the silent kill
it wants to make no sound

all it takes is just
a slightly altered view
a shift in attitude
then we can make that change
accept the modern death
your human sacrifice
the exploitation days
are coming to an end

drink it up
go break the body down
make it sick
and beat it to the ground
drink it up
don't turn an offer down
make it sick
yeah, kick it while its down

it is a simple plan
it has a simple goal:
to bring this system down
by wasting it's resource

let us all become an expense, let us all be seen as ”problems”

take pride in the collapse
and celebrate the fall

drink it up
go break the body down
make it sick
and beat it to the ground
drink it up
don't turn an offer down
make it sick
yeah, kick it while its down

be a foreign body in (put yourself to use)
the ailing system, bring it down (put yourself to use)
and we are shrapnel, travelling the veins (put yourself to use)

drink it up
go break the body down
make it sick
and beat it to the ground
drink it up
don't turn an offer down
make it sick
yeah, kick it while its down

screw, lay waste
and break each other down
make it grand
and watch it as it falls
screw, lay waste
and break each other down
make it grand
and watch it as it falls


spasm

i see you stretch and arch your back
i am not supposed to, i shouldn't be peeking
i see your pulse, i watch you exhale
i am not supposed to, i shouldn't be peeking
i watch your every move
i know you
i know what's underneath your cover
what's under your dress

i'm convulsing in a seizure
i'm abused by the distance
pressed against a brick wall
burning from the fever, yeah yeah...

i'm getting closer
i'm getting closer
i'm getting closer

the trembling hands, the fucking tension
the thought of you all postured and prone
the thought of having won you over
dissolved and panting, options exhausted
the very essence of the carnal
i know you
i know what's underneath your cover

i'm getting closer but i'm not gonna get it


pop music

is this what i'm up against?
is this what i'm up against?
someone shut their eyes
someone shut their eyes
they suck and suck
and they will suck it dry

it is coming low low low low
it creeps under the doors
it is coming low low low low
it creeps under the doors
makes everything that shines
everything that shines
tells you that it's motherfucking gold

you suck and swallow it
you fucking beg for it
i see your hands are tied
i see you're on your knees
”oh it's tv”


million dollar boy

boy becomes a man and lets it go
you haven't got forever
to make it make sense
let it go, you've proved your point
just let it go, we've seen it

boy becomes a man and gives a shit
your cynicism's turned you
turned you into stone
it's recognized, you've proved your point
now pack it in and move on

million dollar boy
you've got it all
and still you haven't figured
anything out
take my advice and let it go
and you might win it all back

million dollar boy, you'll come around
i see it in your eyes, you're fighting it i know
i see it man, i tip my hat
we know it dies with us


we, the drowned

of course we're tired
we can't keep up
surely, we are aging
or maybe we've just had enough

and here you come
a generation of idiots
you can have it all, it's yours
no, we're not gonna fight

but, please don't ask of me to join
please just leave me the fuck alone
please stop knocking on my doors
i'm not coming out to play

it's like a wave coming over me
we'll all be dead and gone
things change and they're changing so rapidly
if only it was towards something better
yeah, but the kids are in control

so, please don't ask of me to join
please just leave me the fuck alone
please stop knocking on my doors
i'm not coming out to play


specimen

milking the old
you keep
milking the new
you keep

sucking the juice
out of
everything
and then spit it back in the faces of the ones you're ripping off

means to express
reduced
to strategies
you just

suck all the juice
out of
everything
and then spit it back in the faces of the ones you're ripping off

watering down everything
blowing the horns for nothing at all
everyone is partying hard
celebrating nothing at all
it is a hell on earth and it's gonna win
i know, by dumbing down, by being smooth and deafening

oh baby, drive your fangs into it
oh baby, drain it of its essence
yeah, fuel yourself, feed on it
and vomit as a work of art

watering down everything
blowing the horns for nothing at all
everyone is partying hard
celebrating nothing at all
it is a hell on earth and it's gonna win
i know, by dumbing down, by being smooth and deafening


it's all about love

warm nights
by the sea
i think my friends
are falling in love

we walk by the sea
and i love them both
for falling in love -
and for how their contact
is awkward and on fire

how he wants her
how she makes sure that he sees her
hair come undone,
how she lets go

warm nights on the beach
we're forgetting time
i'm forgetting myself

a vortex of friends and benevolence
is bringing me home -
the way they look at each other -
they're on fire

how he wants her
how she makes sure that he sees her
hair come undone,
how she lets go

all our shit and all our cool is fading
breaking up and crumbling to pieces
it's all about love


oh the irony

baby i'm thirsty
and honey you know
that you are the ocean
that you are the ocean

drown, want to drown, fill my lungs with

you are the ocean
salty and deep
you are the ocean
and baby i'm bursting

drown, i want to drown, fill my lungs with you
to drown. i want to drown

tension mounts under my skin, oh, the irony
every cell's begging for it... fucking irony

baby i'm thirsty
and honey you know
that you are the ocean
that you are the ocean

a drop of sweat trickles down your naked
sunburned skin



fault lines

i am born to spend, to take, be ahead
win a
race i
don't care for, ah

i am born to use, to buy, to discard
win a
race i
don't care for, ah

to be a tool in the hand of a force
i can't see, i can't hear, i can't taste it
without a trace and with a crushing punch
it just brings me right down to my knees

eating away, taking bites of the core
leaving only the functional basics
without a trace and with a crushing punch
it just brings me right down to my knees

there has got to be more



the human condition

i broke my nails on
clawing my way
into pictures
of a fading you
and two dimensions will not do -
a tangible longing for a tangible you

oh, it keeps on circling
oh, it keeps on circling
that two dimensions will not do,
a tangible longing for a tangible you

this is a fever on the real
something, something's taken over me
i'm in a spiralling delirium, oh
it just carries on, nothing new, taking in that this was it...

Hey, isn't it time for an update in the blogosphere? So, let me give you the run down of events since last: I've been to Wales for a family trip to see the Ryder Cup golf tournament! Living the high life of lobster feastin' and champagne sippin'. Good times! Furthermore, I've been getting back into university-groove, arr, I'm not quite there yet, my motivation is at rehearsals and money-yielding work, but it'll work out. Speaking of rehearsals, let's cut the personal chit-chat and talk about music stuff:

Rehearsals are actually coming along quite well! Some of the songs are REALLY rocking, however some of the tracks still need some polishing, especially in the vocal department, and a little in the aesthetics department, oh and a little in the proficiency department. The quieter songs are really difficult, but I insist we play them as that is what this malpratice-thing is all about. Trying out stuff you're not quite comfortable with.

Speaking of... Last night I played a show with my pal snöleoparden. I played some drone-y guitar parts. It was truely an exciting experience as I'm very curious about how he allows himself to become so enveloped in the entire experience of playing that he almost disappears. The means towards that end is to stick to rhythm and tonality beyond the point of annoyance, transcending the very music itself by repetition and harmony and subtle alternations of patterns. It was awesome, as is snöleoparden and we are planning to do it again some time.

Yeah, and we shot a video the other night as well, but more on that later.

I'll leave you with a promise of further details on the live-situation and a track I've fallen in love with the last couple of days: Marybell Katastrophy's Heavy Industry: http://www.myspace.com/marybellkatastrophy