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Mister Black
07:18
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At the end of reason
the earth still sucks the rain.
When our final thought is silenced
the winds will not refrain
spreading our ashes while god is playing dice.
Mister Black
his hands are trembling
turning a page
he always smells like booze
this classroom is his cage.
Next to me
Michelle is sleeping
her arms slightly bruised
everybody knows
except for Mister Black.
Golden tears
these wonder years
are passing by
I wave at them and smile.
While at school
I fill my notebooks
by drawing lines;
a sketch of mortal life.
A circle wouldn’t do.
This line here
is my horizon
it‘s also you;
unapproachable.
There’re things I cannot do.
Golden tears
these wasted years
are passing by
I wave at them and smile
Waiting, I’m waiting, waiting for you to wake.
All is easy when you’re seventeen.
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2. |
Demons
05:39
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Mother Mary came to me
with folded hands
bidding me
to led you be
Keep your demons close
know your demons
Keep your demons close
know your demons
I was only watching you
so innocent and small
I watched your chest
rise and fall
Keep your demons close
know your demons
Keep your demons close
know your demons
Lord forgive this fallen soul
the lines on his hands
I can’t decide
on how this ends
Keep your demons close
know your demons girl
Keep your demons close
Hold me close
You did maintain your innocence
since you were oblivious
to the pain you’ve caused
like a succubus
Keep your demons close
know your demons
Keep your demons close
know your demons
Mother Mary came to me
while shedding tears of blood
So far from home
so far from God
Keep your demons close
know your demons girl
Keep your demons close
Hold me close
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3. |
Dropout
09:36
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Did you ever notice how nobody listens
how they chatter like tone-deaf birds
I worship the ground you walk
I love how you never talk
Ooh there’s something bright in you, a shimmering light in you.
In darkness I see you holding me.
You walked out so gracefully taking the best of me.
Now I now there’s no light just a tunnel.
Ooh just like an angel there she goes away. Just like an angel there she goes away.
Ooh there’s something bright in you, a shimmering light in you.
In darkness I see you holding me.
Ooh I am leaving, there is no purpose to this place.
Underachieving there’s no excuse to show my face
Only dust and bones
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4. |
Hiatus
05:43
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Lucid dreams replaced my life.
That is why I closed the curtains.
That is why I close my eyes.
My life is one big celebration please don´t say it is not real
My life is one sweet invitation that I take with both hands
Walking by your side, running through the night
what a brilliant sight two hearts so intertwined wouldn’t you agree?
“Indeed in psychology lovesickness is not considered an actual syndrome, but in severe cases it can lead to mental illness. From my experience I know that pathological lovesickness often co-occurs with a misplaced sense of self-importance as is thanatophobia, the fear of dying. Self-indulgent tendencies or a slight self-fulfilling bias are not necessarily problematic but one should not actually believe that your life or your heartaches truly matter or that anyone should care.”
My life is one big celebration please don´t say it is not real
My life is one sweet invitation that I take with both hands
We watch the rising tide, a seagull in its flight.
I write your name in the sand because nothing lasts forever wouldn´t you agree?
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5. |
It's On Me
05:19
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You look just the same, just a little paler
the girl I loved for two long years.
So much of you revealed; the subjects of my wonderings,
are softly pressing to the glass.
It is on me, it is all on me I’ll pay the price you name to love you, just for this day.
When I caught your eyes, I saw a slight resentment.
I always thought you never knew.
Knew that I had prayed, consumed by all these longings
I reached out to your heaving chest.
It’s on me, it’s all on me I’ll pay the price you name to love you, just for this day.
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7. |
The Police Report
04:26
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The teenage prostitute that, has been missing, for three days in a row now, has this morning been recovered. Police officials told us she was buried in the sand.
I am I am I am on the radio.
That quiet beach served as a graveyard. The rising tide made her, sandy gravestone tumble in. He wrote her name on it, using seashells, and now he is in custody for questioning.
I am I am I am on the radio.
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8. |
Duet With The Dead
05:45
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I loved you,
too much of that potion will poison you.
That be true,
but I never chose to fall in love with you.
I felt so weak and I could not speak.
I should have told you there’s always a way home
but my mind got overflown.
Whilst you’re caught in a mortal coil,
it’s not love you should pursue,
but wholeness and harmony.
All longing ends in pain.
I remember sitting next to you in class
I remember everything except who I was.
I loved the quiet when we were taking a test.
It was the only time that I could rest.
Whilst you’re caught in a mortal coil,
it’s not love you should pursue,
but wholeness and harmony.
All longing ends in pain.
I loved you,
had I brought you home I might have rescued you
that be true.
But I went insane by the sight of you,
changed by colored light. Still I knew your skin was white.
I should have told you there’s always a way home
but my mind got overflown.
Whilst you’re caught in a mortal coil,
it’s not love you should pursue,
but wholeness and harmony,
All longing ends in pain.
I didn’t like it but it was better than working the streets,
working hard to for fill the eldest of needs
I recognized you and I felt so exposed
It was about the time that I overdosed.
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9. |
Cognitive Dissonance
04:54
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The God-creator no doubt meant us well
but there seems to be no limit to the boundaries of hell.
Still you feed on hope.
Hope is like a sweet wine
best served at an early age
if the music stops untimely
there’s still a memory of its taste.
So susceptible to trauma is the mind of men.
This memory will consume you like a lion does a lam.
Still you feed on hope.
All the things that happened
are like objects that I locked away, in a casket in a dungeon
far from the light of day.
Still I miss you
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TijaD Rotterdam, Netherlands
Progressive rock and metal enthusiast Tijad is guitarist of the Dutch black metal band Libethra. Tijad's solo recordings reflect his old love for progressive rock and neoclassical music but are also sometimes infused with the less polished sounds of metal. ... more
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