The Sunlandic Twins
Album - 23 febbraio 2005 - Debaser id 189259

When I met you I was just a kid
Hadn’t built up my defenses
So I gave my heart completely
Vaseline over the lenses
Memories don’t go away
I remember every day

I never ever stop wondering
Wondering if you still think of us
I don’t need a photograph
'Cause you’ve never left my mind
No you’ve never left my mind

I remember feeling like a ship
Whose captain was too drunk to steer
And you watched as I was sinking
Waving sadly from the pier

It’s such a burden to carry ’round
The vestiges of dead dreams
And I don’t want to make a wake out of my life
I just had to let you go

I was never young
even as a child
said i was never young
I've always felt beguiled

oh I just never smiled
but you have a glow
from an inner sense I'll never know

'cause I was never young
even as a boy
no, I was never young
kindness seemed no ploy
to temper or annoy

but you, you have a mind
full of wonderment I'll never find
'cause i was never young

ever since i was a kid
I've been a brooding basket case

Let's have bizarre celebrations
Let's forget who forget what forget where
We'll have bizarre celebrations
I'll play the Satyr in Cyprus you the bride being stripped bare

Let's pretend we don't exist
Let's pretend we're in Antarctica
Let's pretend we don't exist
Let's pretend we're in Antarctica

Let's have bizarre celebrations
Let's forget when forget what forget how
We'll have bizarre celebrations
We'll play Tristan and Isolde but make sure I see white sails

Let's pretend we don't exist
Let's pretend we're in Antarctica
Let's pretend we don't exist
Let's pretend we're in Antarctica

Maybe I'll never die
I'll just keep growing younger with you
And you'll grow younger too
Now it seems too lovely to be true
But I know the best things always do

Let's pretend we don't exist
Let's pretend we're in Antarctica
Let's pretend we don't exist
Let's pretend we're in Antarctica

The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes
And incite the firmament’s portrait of ’A Drowning in Styx’
That gives impotents kicks

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
The crippled birch mares now briars replace their old cotton limbs
Who will tell? I mean would it make a difference?
Look metal flower petal tears do not even appear in the Myopic Mirror

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

The moon was sagging in the sky as I held her face to mine
All our thoughts were coming in so clear beyond the Myopic Mirror
We were darting from the place where we just couldn’t fit
Far away from all the violence safely flying in our own orbit

Why do I always have to tell you ”forget about the precious signs!”?
Forget about the life we knew
May we never be stripped of anything we love
may we grow so gentle never go mental
may we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

what was my number? I don’t care!
No no no no no

And so begins
Begins our odyssey
And we begin
Begin our odyssey
And so begins
Begins our odyssey

The aria is bleeding
And the boyish voice is leaving
I've been an evil tenor
I filled the innocent stone eyes with glue

You're my only softness
You're my only pleasure, it's true
And I never want to be your
Little friend the abject failure

And so begins
Begins our odyssey
And we begin (and we begin)
Begin our odyssey
And so begins
Begins our odyssey

The chrysalis is breaking
And the superego's waking
I've been a gloomy hedgehog
With a quill as weepy as Dido

You're my mousy esteed
You're my buoyant cherub, it's true
And I never want to be your
Little friend the abject failure

The aria is bleeding
And the boyish voice is leaving
I've been an evil tenor
I filled the innocent stone eyes with glue

You're my only softness
You're my only pleasure, it's true
And I never want to be your
Little friend the abject failure

(Instrumental)

You’re such a mystery I just want to stand and stare
Nibble on your ear and smell the ocean in your hair
You know you damage me you leave me tangled in a knot
But when you reappear I see Neptunian blues that eyes forgot
Neptunian blues that eyes forgot


I only feel alive when the vu’s flashing alarms going off in my head
I want to grab you and just kiss you maybe I should sit down
No sense in cashing us now
Still I only feel alright when the vu’s flashing bombs going off in my head
I want to grab you want to scream at you no icing me down
The party’s crashing us now
The party’s crashing us now


Oh well we made love like a pair of black wizards
You freed me from the past you fucked the suburbs out of me
And all those ugly days that made us so sick
They are just fossils now we’ve learned the elevating trick
We’ve learned the elevating trick

Over a sea of grief Scarlet died,
above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day,
for a minute I stayed watching this brilliant display,
until a god with a broom came and swept them away.

In their bereavement all of her colorful friends,
Turned to a milky grey depressing blend,
Which incidentally made Grey feel inane,
So he set off to find a less trite identity,
One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be.

Oslo in the summertime nobody can fall asleep
I’m staring out the window from my bed
At 4 a.m. the sun is up
look the sky is pepppered with sea birds and with crows all cackeling
HVA?


Up in tre ten Heimdalsgate
me and Nina making fun of footballers in Rudolph Neilson Plass
I practice my norwegian on poor beffudeled waitresses
who shake their heads completely at a loss
Oslo in the summertime the streets are strangely quite ’cause
everyone’s away on holiday
HVA?


Oslo in the summertime Pakistani children play locked inside of the courtyard all day
Pretty people everywhere sun lamp tans and flaxen hair
Just tell the American not to stare
HVA?

(Instrumental)

The creator of what’s now cliché had some funny words to say
”all you little things are incomplete”
why did he speak of us that way?
I don’t cry not ’cause I don’t care
It’s very hard to feel the way we used to feel up there
The creator of what’s now cliché
Wants us little things to cry and feel alone

But don’t don’t lose hope no no no no
No no no don’t feel sad ’cause it’s a violent world
But there’s still beauty
I’ll take care of you if you take care of me

I like to sit and listen to the sound
Of the snowflakes landing on the trees
But I can’t get used to feeling cold
I can’t get used to what has happened here to you and me
There’s no escaping so I won’t try
It’s just the heaviness that comes with knowing you will never die

But don’t don’t lose hope no no no no
No no no don’t feel sad ’cause it’s a violent world
But there’s still beauty
I’ll take care of you if you take care of me