Lyrics

Sense Woven Spells

Sense Woven Spells is a 4-track EP recorded in 2015 at Kapten Studios Nkpg, Sweden. Recording and mixing engineer: Kenny Lundström. Produced by Hardy Hum and Kenny Lundström. Mastered by Kevin McNoldy at Cphonic Mastering, NC, USA. Artwork by Igor Gruda at Grafotopia, Stockholm, Sweden. All music and lyrics written by Hardy Hum. All instruments played by Hardy Hum except for the double bass on Cool With Despair which was played by Jerker Andersson and recorded at Trailerpark Idlers' Mobile Studio.

Tracks:
1. Hearts Turn To Stone
2. Everybody Knows
3. Any More
4. Cool With Despair



Lyrics:

Hearts Turn To Stone

Oh, I wanna tell you... everything
Wanna tell you... everything
Everything, you see

Oh, well maybe not just... everything
See everything is quite a bit
Maybe a bit too much, you see

Oh, and maybe not just now
I ain't sure if the time is right
Maybe some other time, you see...

Please stick around just one more song
See, when alone... hearts turn to stone
Can't let you in, I need you strong
See, when alone... hearts turn to stone

Although I really can't think of time
In and for itself as wrong, you see
Maybe I'm just scared
Maybe it wouldn't be so fair
To give you my load to bare you see
Would't wanna do you no harm
But these hooks are like a snake's charm
And my heart, so dark, you see

Please stick around just one more song
See, when alone... hearts turn to stone
Can't let you in, I need you strong
See when alone... hearts turn to stone



 
Everybody Knows

Are we all just statistics?
Buried in a file?
Real eyes realize real lies
While we're drownin' in denial

Ain't nobody gotta clue
But we all got something to say
Everybody knows
But noone seems to care

Mass murder soirée for the upper crust
It's not what you want! It's what you must!
Love is dead, all we need is lust
So lie me something I can trust



 
Any more

Did you know that hope
Is just fear in disguise
A wolf dressed up in wool
Deep dark behind clear blue skies

Seductive pull of a streetlight
In a moth's final dance
A beggar's eyes on a rainy night
When all the choices turn to chance

Let me take you out for drinks
And I'll tell you all the things
About the father who never rings
Any more
God is everywhere but here
Is it him? Is it me?
See, we don't laugh or cry around here
Any more
Let me take you out for drinks
We'll pretend we're queens and kings
And that we'll never be afraid 
Any more
We'll feed the kids, we'll pay the bills
We'll sail the ship that never sinks
But in this town, see, no one sings
Any more

One thing I know is that you'll never
Never get free with me
So i think you really might be better
Better off free from me
I'll wash my wounds in your well
Although I know it's not fair
I guess it's just a hurten Balkan boy's
Way of saying I care


 

Cool With Despair

Like a high speed train 
That's always runnin a bit late
A slick Master plan 
Ruined by fate
Like a good hearted mother
Who wouldn't spare a birch
And a truth found somewhere halfway 
Between a mosque and a church

And you're always almost, always almost
Never quite there yet
Your winters are all blue n gray
And your summers are all cold n wet
Like a good hearted father
Who couldn't find the way home
Like a rescue in refuge...
A blowfish in your throat

And you'll all pretend you've loved me
Lookin' down into my grave
And if I could I'd beg you all
Not to bother n just go away
Like a good hearted friend
Who failed to see your pain
What's hope but overrated
I'm cool with despair

 

And We Should Die Of That Roar

And We Should Die Of That Roar is a self-titled debut album recorded and mixed in 2014 at Kapten Studios Nkpg by Kenny Lundström; produced by And We Should Die Of That Roar and Kenny Lundström; Mastering by Magnus Lindberg; Artwork by Igor Gruda at Grafotopia. All music and lyrics written by Hardy Hum. All instruments played by Hardy Hum.

Tracks:
1. Understand
2. Nobody Cares
3. All Gone
4. A Blessing and a Curse of a Highly Developed Night Vision
5. Hooks
6. Red Rose garden
7. Alright
8. Trails
9. Hard To End
10. Hooks, Pt II
11. Crowded
12. Sometimes
13. Brittle Hand
14. Good God
15. Fear of Asteroids
16. Hooks, Pt III (Airpocket Blues)
17. One Hat




Lyrics:

Understand

There are times when skies are heavy
And the ground is way too hard
And there’s no place you can go to
No one you can call
There are times you can’t get rid of
And there are times that just won’t last
With one foot stuck in your future
And another one in your past
There are times you just feel empty
Turning into great big gap
And you sail into the pitch black dark
Without the compass, without the map
And your mask won’t let us see it
So you keep it all for yourself
So selfish, or so considerate
To keep it all for yourself
Yet there’s love here nonetheless, you see
You’re safe here amongst the friends
Yes, there are times when we don’t have a clue
But most times we understand




Nobody Cares

Oooh brother, can’t you see our boat is sinking
Oooh sister, can’t you see our time is shrinking
Yet no, nobody cares

And the things we do without ever thinking it through
The whole World is enslaved for the sake of the few
Yet no, nobody cares

And now we’re being hurt
And hurt people hurt
But I didn’t like the show on the news today
So I zapped the motherfucker away


 

All Gone

I pulled a shoe off of a dead horse
God, I wished I had a pickup truck
Wiped the bloodstain with my shirt sleeve
I really could’ve used some luck

Got my best foot on a dead course
So I was feelin’ kinda stuck
And I was feelin’ kinda thirsty
So I gave my horseshoe for a buck

Trouble under the blue moon
Trouble under the burning sun
Trouble all around
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister run, run, run
There’ll be no more trouble when we’re all gone

Yeah I wished I had some whiskey
To conceal that pungent stench
Of putrefaction in the air
From rotting bodies in the trench

And everywhere my eyes could see
A panoramic view of death
And all the while my lungs would bleed
In everlasting fight for breath

Trouble under the blue moon
Trouble under the burning sun
Trouble all around
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister run, run, run
There’ll be no more trouble when we’re all gone

And those poor bastards still alive
Mangled, bloated, drained of will
March in ranks with emptied eyes
Staggering ‘round the Misty Hill

Sometimes they act as if they see me
I’d swear I heard them call my name
And their tears felt just like needles
Coming down like pouring rain

Trouble under the blue moon
Trouble under the burning sun
Trouble all around
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister, run, run
We better run brother, run sister run, run, run
There’ll be no more trouble when we’re all gone


 

A Blessing and a Curse of a Highly Developed Night Vision

Why I feel they wanna stop me
Keep me out so I can cause no drama
Understand they're out to cut me
Build thick walls around my heart

But I'm onto you, I swear
My eyes are used to dark so come on
 
Yeah I see they wanna split us
Slice our trust into slivers
Kiss our foreheads and then beat us
Lead us blind into the dark

But I'm onto you, I swear
My eyes are used to dark so come on

Can't believe I still believe that
All you need is la-la-la-la-la-love
Must be gold ‘coz it glitters
Feels like staring at the sun

With these eyes so used to dark
It seems I won't be gettin' so far
With these eyes so used to dark so come on




Hooks

Can’t clap my hands
They’re busy tryin’ to strangle
The neck of my bass
Can’t move nor dance
With my feet stuck deep down
In a dirt beneath the grass

Don’t stand no chance
In coping with this world
With my head lost in space
Can’t stand the glance
With these eyes used to darkness
Of liminal disgrace

Can’t feel a thing
With my heart swingin’ on the hooks
My heart swingin’ on the hooks
Heart swingin’ on the hooks

Tried to reason with myself
But heart has its reasons
That reason don’t know
No, I can’t go on
Tried to find some closure
But it seems forever gone

I look for you in a dark of the mirror
Father, please don’t go
I bleed the picture
Of thousand sorrows
Please, please, please come home

Can’t feel a thing
With my heart swingin’ on the hooks
My heart swingin’ on the hooks
Heart swingin’ on the hooks




Red Rose Garden

I believe, I don’t... believe…
Give ‘n take, return ‘n receive…
Receive, give, take in return…
Who’s gonna preach, yeah, ‘n who’s gonna learn?
Sadly I weep the same ol’ song
And force everyone to sing along

Like a blue rose in a red rose garden
Drop against the wave
Like a blue rose abandoned by God
Snowflake in a rain
… a salmon on its way to…

And then again the swords are all drawn
Slashin’ through the night to let in the dawn
United front keep closin’ in
Still army of one refuse to give in
Can’t hurt, not that I would
That’s why my sword is made out of wood

I believe, I don’t believe…
Give ‘n take, return ‘n receive…
What is right? Right is wrong!
Debating way, way too long!
Sadly I gorge in same ol’ song
And force everyone to sing along




Alright

I’m alright man, let me bleed
The mask I wear is wearing me
I’m alright man, let me crawl
Like a dog, all alone

I’m alright man... can’t breathe
Ain’t nothing wrong, it’s just me
I’m alright when I’m all down
One-winged bird under ground

I’m alright man, Let me bleed
That’s the only thing I need
Frames too small... can’t fit in
I’d rather stay in-between

Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing
My wounds, they heal each time I sing
So, don’t you worry ‘bout a thing now
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na




Trails
(Instrumental)




Hard To End

I'm on a mission
In real poor condition
Them hungry mothafuckers soarin’ over me

Heart on the table
Willing and able
Wash down the hurt with the kerosene

Nothing will thrill me
You should just kill me
And let the vultures have their go at me

My course - collision
Misplaced incision
Who'd have known things would come to this?

A shotgun shot my shut down heart
An angel held me before I fell apart
Before my horse always a cart
I guess it's hard to end if you never got to start...

Search for omission
Sign a petition
Drown everything in the river of guilt

Held in derision
For indecision
Rotten tomato shower overkill

Nothing will thrill me
You should just kill me
And let the greedy sonsabitches pick me clean

My course - collision
Misplaced incision
Who'd have known things would come to this

A shotgun shot my shut down heart
An angel held me before I fell apart
Before my horse always a cart
I guess it's hard to end if you never got to start...


 

Hooks, Pt II

... I got my eyes made of glass...
... gotta mouth full of glue...
... got my black lungs filled with gas...
... and a despicable point of view...
... forgot my brain up in the fryin’ pan...
... I hide in dungeon made of books...
... I have strength of an old man...
... and a heart swingin’ on the hooks...
 
... I gotta feed my greedy eyes...
... with a pitch fork for a spoon...
... I gotta dig me a hole so I can lay down and rest
‘fore the sunshine kills the moon...
... I got some nails in my pocket for my coffin...
... got some coffin under my nails...
... I am the engine man on a Hellride Express...
... crossin’ a desert without the rails...
… ridin’ the air between the trains…
 
... I gotta feet made of cold concrete...
... a lump of barbed wire for a spleen...
... I got them H-bombs instead of heartbeat...
... I am the ugliest man I’ve seen...
... I write them notes from the underground...
... instead of blood I run on hot lead...
... I sing my lungs out without a sound...
... I have nightwalks under my bead...

... I gotta spiders in my coffee...
... You see I haven’t had shit for days...
... In a bar one night I got into a fight
so I had to spend the night in jail...
... I gotta phone in my trembling hand...
... but there ain’t nobody on the other end...
... I called to say I love you and I’m sorry
but you, you were already dead...


 

Crowded

Tonight I drink for the sad and blue
Tonight I drink for me and you
Tonight my drink is gonna cover me
Protect me from the cold

Tonight I drink to forget
And to remember to regret
Tonight I drink pretending I am loved
Surrounded by the ghosts

It’s getting crowded in my head
Gotta go! Can’t stay!
See, all the blabber drives me mad
Can’t go! Can’t stay!
And all the faces, they look so sad
Tell me please, will the song fill our lungs again?
It’s getting crowded in my head
And I don’t feel welcome here

Tonight I drink to bring back the sense
Those long lost warm sentiments
Tonight I drink to embrace my blues
To wallow in their grace

Tonight I drink for the chosen few
Tonight I drink the heartache’s brew
Tonight my drink is gonna uncover me
Protect me from the cold

It’s getting crowded in my head
Gotta go! Can’t stay!
See, all the blabber drives me mad
Can’t go! Can’t stay!
And all the faces, they look so sad
Tell me please, will the song fill our lungs again
It’s getting crowded in my head
And I don’t feel welcome here




Sometimes

Sometimes I fall asleep
Sometimes I don’t and that’s alright, you see
Sometimes I dream awake
That I’m asleep ‘n dreamin’ on the bottom of a lake

Sometimes I disappear
Sometimes I’m still here
Sometimes I watch the night
Most times I’m too damn scared of light

I fell in love with the dark, baby
I think I went too far, baby

Sometimes I fit the bill
Sometimes I’ve got some time to kill
Sometimes I know the drill
But I don’t wanna move man, I wanna stand still!

Sometimes I disappear
Sometimes I’m still here
Sometimes I watch the night
Most times I’m too damn scared of light

I fell in love with the dark, baby
I think I went too far, baby




Brittle Hand

Reach out your brittle hand my darling
No need to fear the gloom
Reach out and grab hold of lightning
It gave itself to you

You’ll need no lipstick to kiss the embers
That’d be so untrue
Your heart is brush, paint and the canvas
What better time than the end to start anew?

Take my hand, let’s greet the world my love
The doves are all out flyin’
Clouds, they look better from above
‘coz then you can’t see them cryin’

You’ll need no shoes to walk the sky
Just a pair of bare feet
I’ll wait for you as you walk down the aisle
Bringing the haven with each heartbeat


 

Good God

Good God won’t let me love me
He seem to be a little jealous, you see
Good God ain’t watchin’ above me
We’re both so alone and oh so perfectly free

I know, I shouldn’t care much ‘bout it
But I can’t just stand aside and look
And pretend I’m not me
So I said: “Hey God, what do you say about it...
... maybe we should talk it out over a beer?”

But God don’t seem to wanna talk about it
I know why know I... Let go? Letting go... Let me go!

God, won’t you have some faith in me... unconditionally...
... like I don’t have in you... as you would like me to?


 

Fear of Asteroids

I'm afraid of asteroids
And yet I beat my chest at fear
Of losing you for not being enough
Never quite enough for you my dear

My wounded lungs spit hellfire
With the cruelest of the grins
While I'm swinging up on the gallows
Above the swellin' flood of sins

And it's not that I mind dyin'
It's my fear of losing you
And if everything must come to an end
Darling I don't want you to

So I yelled at stars to stop raining
And then I whispered them your name
I told them to be kind to you
And to rain on me instead

And I tore my chest wide open
Closed my eyes 'n let them in
The dark lit up so they could see
The shadows as they whirl and spin

And it's not that I mind dyin'
It's my fear of losing you
And if everything must come to an end
Darling I don't want you to

Instead of heart they found a cage
With one-winged bird that wouldn't sing
Except for when, in fairest of the tunes
It wept of  joy your smile can bring

And if I should be so lucky
For a thousand lives to call you mine
Still I'd curse the God above
For parting us 'fore the end of time

And it's not that I mind dyin'
It's my fear of losing you
I know everything must come to an end
Darling I don't want you to




Hooks, Pt III (Airpocket Blues)

I sang my heart out in the pockets full of air
Right there in the calm between them stones
Pretty gruesome archives: Storage only - No retrieval!
I swear you couldn’t tell between the God and the Evil

Are you lonesome where you lay
With those lungs all filled with clay
If you don’t mind I’d like to stay
‘n pretend like we’re  holdin’ hands

It’s been too long since we parted ways
But I don’t bother counting days
And it ain’t my style anyways
See, the truth never was my game

I sang my heart out in the pockets full of air
Right there in the calm between them stones
Pretty gruesome archives: Storage only - No retrieval!
I swear you couldn’t tell between the God and the Evil

Been too long since we parted ways
But I don’t bother counting days
And it ain’t my style anyways
See, I don’t care much for the truth!

And of what use is it anyways
I have your face just a blink away
And your scent just everywhere
And your baritone lives right in my head

I love the world in my dreams. Yeah, I hate it while 
What I ain’t got I wanna give. What you can’t give me I wanna take
And now I’m standing here with my heart swingin’ on the hooks
My heart swingin’ on the hooks
Heart swingin’ on the hooks

This is for you!
Heart swingin’ on the hooks...
This is for you!
Heart swingin’ on the hooks...

I only sing because of you!
And song will carry me to you!
I’ll see you later in my dreams!
Where we all are kings and queens!

This is for you!
Heart swingin’ on the hooks...
This is for you!
Heart swingin’ on the hooks...




One Hat

One hat for all occasions
One and the same
One hat for all occasions
That’s all I have
...
One hat for all occasions...
... all occasions!

I keep hittin’ the wall
and it just won’t collapse
‘till my head bursts wide open
as if made of glass
I’m placin’ the bets
no limit, all in
‘n I bet on the life, expecting to win

‘n I worship tomorrow
resenting today
Real escapologists
don’t like to stay
‘n steeply I dive
from the fringe of the world
And the self as I know it
I abandon it all
 
So clueless I roam
through the mistiest zones
Conceptual badlands
caught in-between worlds
Can’t stay, must leave
and seek comfort, relief
Walls closing in
so I die just to live

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