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from Book Of Hours - Transmissions [ep] (2003)
(Music & Lyrics: A skogvard)
Wither when nothing dies Promised to trust your lies Nurture the thought of rain Soothing as new-born pain Walls ever fortified Below you I abide Doors closing to defend Broken, but healed again |
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from Book Of Hours - We Find Your Lack Of Faith Disturbing (1998)
(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... |
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from Book Of Hours - Art To The Blind (1999)
(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... |
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from Book Of Hours - Transmissions [ep] (2003)
(Music: H Johansson/A Skogvard)
(Lyrics: H Johansson) Close my eyes and feel deeply Tasting mood and time to see Futile tries turn focus out of shape Faced with words of numb silence Notions never reach my hands Vain frustration enters and prevails Strings converge to sounds slowly turned into a melody Growing stronger, carries me away |
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from Book Of Hours - Previously Unreleased (1997)
(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 |
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from Book Of Hours - Art To The Blind (1999)
(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 |
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from Book Of Hours - Art To The Blind (1999)
(Music: H Johansson)
(Lyrics: M Reinholdsson/H Johansson) All around, no hope I see All is grey, indifferent to me Lost inside a pantomime Turns me away from life... from space and time Is my wound too great to heal? Deep inside, a pain I feel Will I ever see the day when my soul is one and ready to stay? Can you set me free from deformity? Pave my broken life Help me stay alive Time has come to flee the end Turn around and not pretend Lighting up my blackened mind when your love completes the rhyme |
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from Book Of Hours - Art To The Blind (1999)
(Music & lyrics: H Johansson)
Feeling high on hills inside, I think it's what I do Covered by a veil of silk, obstruction to get through Forces from magnetic fields are beating in your heart Even though you run the show it's tearing you apart My feelings, your feelings too When you've got the key to fit the lock things will unveil Many times have tried before and many times have failed When you reach the final it brings beauty to your eyes Have the cake and eating it, a saying you defy Disillusion may encounter your mind At the same time it is art to the blind CHORUS: Tell me you're lonely, Tell me you want me now Tell me you're craving, Maybe I wonder how Everything `till now has been a "coming, loss, and gone" Felt the cut-out in your arm, they left you all undone When you're on the spree you think you act a little weird History has been a stare, much worse than what you feared You feel you dive from the sky You've entered dimension five REPEAT CHORUS |
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from Book Of Hours - Transmissions [ep] (2003)
(Music & Lyrics: H Johansson)
Angels, spiral angels Smiling angels, by themselves Live in freedom and life will come to you like a flower dressed in morning dew Demons, red-eyed demons Tiny demons losing faith Live in freedom and life will come to you like a flower dressed in morning dew |
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from Book Of Hours - Previously Unreleased (1997)
(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 |
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from Book Of Hours - Art To The Blind (1999)
(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 |
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from Book Of Hours - We Find Your Lack Of Faith Disturbing (1998)
(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) |
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from Book Of Hours - Art To The Blind (1999)
(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) |
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from Book Of Hours - Previously Unreleased (1997)
(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 |
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from Book Of Hours - Art To The Blind (1999)
(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 |
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from Book Of Hours - Transmissions [ep] (2003)
(Music & Lyrics: H Johansson)
Blackened sky, so relentlessly weighs me down slowly Hope and fear, dream and reason light my way, take me home I know I never needed you still I cry for mercy are you all around or within? Your silence has my soul kept at bay Longing, and I'm waiting are we you and me? Is there absolution where the ocean meets the sea? |
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