Jonas Hansson

(Music: H Johansson)
(Lyrics: S Zell)

Ensam och kall p?botten utav brunnen
Jag h? en sorgsen melodi, sedan l?ge f?svunnen

En p?innelse om att vintern ? l?g...

Lyckliga m?niskor besk?ar min grav
Stenen som f?l och l?tet den gav

Dom sjunger en s?g om att sommar'n ? l?g

Elden som brann vid midnatt ig?
har bytt l?orna mot aska och ?pnat mina s?
N? jag nu mot en ny tid g?...
Den trettonde m?aden och dess evighet...

Livet har flytt och l?nat mig h?
Jag har bytt gl?je mot sorg och en tyngd som jag b?
slutet ? ?tligen h?...

...med den trettonde m?aden och dess evighet...

(Music & lyrics: H Johansson)

Patience, patience my friend, There'll be a time tomorrow
Swetness, sweetness in life, too much desire breeds sorrow

Caution, caution my friend, let us enjoy our presence
Carefull, carefully fondling, entrance is not the essence

Passion, passion my friend, taste of the wine may fool you
Gently, gently my friend, don't let desire rule you

This is a milestone in one's life ...forever
An invitation for the right ...endeavour

Let me feel your pain, we'll emulate within ourselves
Let emotions reign, in nocturnal grace we dwell

There's thirteen laps of pure desire inside you
Beyond the finger-aided fire I guide you

(Music & Lyrics: M Reinholdsson)

In tender contempt I reach out to touch myself
Pulling myself back, I know too well who I am
...who I am

CHORUS:
My worst enemy I've become, so I run and hide
from all the chances that I refused
I deny that they were mine

I can see what needs to be done but I'm so weak
...oh, so weak
I should listen to my advice but I'm so scared
...so scared

REPEAT CHORUS (x2)

I keep to pretend so you won't know
But the only one I decieve is myself
What do I want to become, what are my needs?
I have to believe or I'll be forever lost

(Music: H Johansson/S Zell)
(Lyrics: H Johansson )

Softly shaking sunlight, landing like a leaf
Wakes the weary wanderer, blessed in belief
Grunting gathered gossip, tells a tale of today
Wisdom whispered "warning", carefully carrying you
on the crest of a wave

Sunlight, the old man's praying
gazing upon the clouds
A rain that seems as it would never end
Struggling with his old tools
lived by his fathers rules
He sees the remains of his life in debris

And a raven sat on a poplar-branch
Sits there waiting for his prey

Pulling, the horse is snorting
Ploughing a pit of mud
A scanty yield, an effort blistering hands
The crop has gone with the rain
He wears himself out in vain
An old man staring wearied on his lands

And the raven gazed in the old mans eye
Then it held a scaresome cry
And the old man gazed at the crying sky
What a rotten day to die

Oh, it is tearing on his soul
Buried deep down in a hole, searching life
Oh, he's a feudal system cog
At the bottom of the bog there's no life
Poor, poor old man the wanderer said
Staring heavy eyes of lead
Fortold a story from his world
He was crying to be heard

Water, his fields are flooded
Nothing won for his toil
His pity was bailed out by common fear
He didn't want to move
But nothing was left to prove
Sunken in a brown study of tears

Now the raven grabbed for his tortured soul
But the old man turned around
...And the gun reflected a rising sun
as the bird fell to the ground

(Music & lyrics: H Johansson)

Awake with a feeling
awake with an image
of patterns engulfing my eyes
I browse through my memories
I float down a passage
of darkness in beauty disguise

...we close our eyes...

No time for a reason
no time for perception
I fly with no sight of the ground
A random illusion
a wheel of confusion
The treadmill is spinning around

...chasing the end...(x2)

We race through a maze of
obscured circumspection
Ethereal circles contract
Disorientation
in imagination
I fear that we might not come back

...we close our eyes...(x4)