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Mikal Weg's Blut
16:30
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Going too fast, gotta slow down
Going too fast, gotta slow down
Feeling so sick now with with thorn in my side
And the blood from my wallet I can barely hide
I'm a mannequin man who presents a small smile
The lies and deceives and breaks down the whole while
Break it down, piece by piece
Until you can see the disease
It's hidden well in the pools of blood
It's dragging down the ones you love
Angels on the sideboard
Tripping all around your head
Making pretty faces
Thinking that you're better off dead
You get some sleep, no time to eat
Waiting for your pretty angel to arrive
What will happen when you see her face bashed
And blood in her eyes?
Have just a little interest in the end
While I become something and end up good and dead
When I am coming home, I don't know when
But it will be a time of festivity, my friends
Writing a second lifetime on the desk
And this one will not have any dead or quick defense
I'd rather let him live quite long instead
And keep him suffering his days out full of dread
Got what I need to do,
know what I have to think
It doesn't involve you,
that's clear as everything
You have no authority to take what I love
There's me and there's her and the weight from above
And it keeps bearing down and it rolls out the sides
And only her eyes can reverse the dark tides
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Rotary
05:14
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Crossed ten thousand roads, and every one
would lead him wallowing in mud
his fucking life was bleeding terrible, my son
Hey he’s gonna tell you something
he gets high on the various forms of gutter grass
I get thrown in trash bins after wasting all my cash
Can't talk to anyone in this city
No one really cares
They fake it all so well, I dare say
Keep me safe, keep me warm,
Keep my soul away from harm
Gotta show me some kind of plan, now
If you want to let me in
Hit the road,
Nobody would ever pretend they knew
See yourself running out
The end of your shithole life
I'm your favorite one, I know
I know I do think well
I'll cry when you don't come home
When you don't ring the bell
It's a right fucked life,
I know when I've had enough
I can spill the cup, a little blood
All in fun
Sunday morning some will stand
and silently salute the blinding sun
They only give it another name
and sing new songs
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3. |
Now It's Past
03:37
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Here then now it's past,
It can't last
All our time
How did you spend it? Well I'll tell you mine
Really very simple, nothing to describe
You're all I recall
We are running out
Off our clouds,
Punch our cards
We're ready to go running to the next estate
Join the bigger chorus and sign our fate
In the new age
I'll be on the first flight
Ah, petunia in the face
Of all these worldly worries
And now Queen Anne's lace
Slowing down the hurry
Of the new age
I won't call out names
It's not my place
But some were here
Tried to get to know me but I can't relate
Others would use me for their bait
I'm ready for the fall
You see I met a girl,
Certain girl
Took me away
Took me to a place I found I can relate
Everybody's thinking of the same old thing
A place to call your home no matter what they say
I hope it can be done
I have given it
All away to charity
All my hard earned luck
Of finding the wrong melodies
There it goes once again
In my horrid dreams
You may see
A comfort, please
I don't know what I'm saying till you tell it to me
I don't really get it either, bear with me
I'm gonna work it out
This is our song
All you out in the crowd
Yes, we can share it, don't fuss about
I only made one so use it well
Or as much as you really can
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4. |
In the Shoulder
05:39
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Paso is Near
04:20
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The Uzis in your mind
They're keeping me in time
Don't let them get away
I've got something more to say
The knives are in my head
But I'd rather be dead
You know I can't explain, when he's there I go insane
I want to kill somebody
Anytime you want
Paso is near
Everybody wants something
Everyone wants a diamond ring
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Rufus Bay
03:55
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One moment in a long, long while
When the day was done and filed
After sailing off the edge of Cape Cod
I reached up, felt my face
and with the wrinkles found a smile
I'd be down at Rufus Bay in awhile
A girl I met when in the dirt of
Norway I did land
Made sure to take my heart right in her hands
And she came aboard my ship,
Taking much more than the reins
She nearly took my wits over the brink
So I took my new religion
And I left it at her gate
And I made myself appreciate her pains
Struggling out in the waters
After dropping from the sail
Where I stood and watched the evening's million miles
She had pushed me from behind
Then stuck her hand out, with a smile
That cold smile I watched as I dived
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7. |
The Wastes
08:11
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Now I must say, to begin with, in the morning, when they're here
My fists they won't be undone, like a vice grip, when I hear
All the voices, all the screaming, all the weeping and it's clear
This is my damnation, can't shake it, stuck inside my ears
In the moment when I'm hoping and dying that you'll come through
You know I raise my hands up and sing out, don't know what to do
And I'm shaking, on my knees now, with the wind a'howlin on
Outside the small house, where I cower by myself
And I've been living in this place
I can only call the Wastes,
Someone help me
When the streetlights burn away and leave me walking in the dark,
That's when I can them pressing in, and they're never far
Please deliver me from bad times, all the old rhymes that bring me death
All the twisted little tickets to hell that always end up mine
And I've been living in this place
I can only call the Wastes,
Someone kill me
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8. |
Swedish Bitters
04:13
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You won’t believe me when I tell you how
All the old actions lead to here and now
I once was lying in the Hawaiian sun
And now I’m drinking down this bitter scum
Let me give you a tease, please
of the thing that I've been on all week
Please just tell me the problem
You might have the same old disease
Well I have it all
Can you get it out?
Can you save my life?
Can you cure my health?
Well I’ve got the blues
All down inside
I’m feeling like
Something has died
You’d better not come around here while I’m medicating, I got a knife
here is the end of the line, I just wish I would have had some more time
And it’s all on you
The mothership
The daily trip
And in a morning a long time ago
I went out into the streets
And played a tune I knew that everyone would know
But no one even stomped their feet
I’m playing parts I never really learned in school
There’s too much that wasn’t reached
The Swedish bitters drown the brain and the rules
I have nothing here to teach
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9. |
Another Story
06:03
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Holy rain
Life in vain
Horror and pain
Stories of this game
And the little people you
And the little people you
Thought you knew
Washed away
Cut on the knees in the driving holy rain
Left to sit silently on the train
With no hope of redemption, no hope to be saved
And I'm just a boy
600 mile pains
Red eyes all the way
Words cannot convey
I need her with me today
And all the animals, they too
And all the animals, we too
Watch the game
The estates
And the poor lost young lovers, separated by poor fate
A cruel maker who twists us away
Making the souls choose between love and that fate
I hope he's destroyed
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10. |
The Shore
04:06
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When I long for the day
In the dark hours when you're so far away
I dream and think of the wind
And the dark clouds rolling in
It keeps me safe,
it keeps me away
From the old march
towards insanity
Take a walk
Out along the winding stream, by the bog
I hear you all in crowded whispers talk
Talking of my interesting thoughts
Well, you can eat those words till Sunday knocks
Because I won't take it
And I can't fake it
You're not gonna make it
Just as long as I am here in your yard
Taking down your phony little guards
Singing out my words with my own cause
Writing out my thoughts to break the bars
Gotta get myself off of the ground
Anyhow, anyway
Gotta show them that I've come around
When I'm busted, yeah
Someday I'll be crying at the door,
Wondering why I didn't do more
And all the people I swept across the floor
Will crowd around and lead me out the door
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11. |
Windy City Blues
02:26
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I've been strolling out of my mind out of town with the windy city blues
Hardly feeling that my big old feet have been any use
I'm running round in circles in my way, getting nowhere soon
And I know deep down inside its all because of the windy city blues
My mind is hard to unwind
It's trembling on the brink
Yet my mind is so hard to sink
That you'll find
I've been sitting in the schools, all the finest, and only getting juiced
I've been wandering down empty streets at night and thinking of the truth
And there's none that I can find, it always ends up coming back misused
And I know deep down inside its all cause of the the windy city blues
And it's wracking my mind
It's trembling on the brink
Yet my mind is so hard to sink
That you'll find
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12. |
Michael Way's Blood
08:04
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Now if you gotta see them, it's okay
Just know that you'll be changed
You can't lie, you can't hide when you see
All those who are never free
Son, do you want to make me proud?
Yes, but not the way that you've found
My calling is all that I have
Don't take it away, don't make me pay for what I love
In truth it's true,
I need to die very soon
Michael Way has a German cousin
Who was born by Starnberger See
You knew him once when he was in his cups
And now he's dying, dying, bleeding life away
I gave you such a job, you saucy girl
I thought you could have killed him within a day
Now the country is just rising up,
it's such a bore that I can write this without pain
Now my album has hit the shops,
and I heard they started rioting in Spain
Could you believe, I never wanted to see them doing things like this?
I think I've got the right to voice my mind, just a little bit at least
If you want me to be honest, well first you gotta do it yourself,
now don't you think?
If you got someone, don't hesitate
Work it out before it gets too late
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Lukas Olson Minneapolis, Minnesota
Lukas Olson is a songwriter from Minneapolis, Minnesota. This is where he keeps all of his aural lunacies, and you are welcome to listen.
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