(Indie Rock / Psychedelic) Everyday Mistakes - Obscure Lanes - 2013, MP3, 320 kbps

Buried Alive: I'm locked inside, buried alive. It's pitch-black in here. No light, nowhere.
I'd do anything to see the sunshine. I'll give you my whole entire life. Lord, if you will let me see the sunshine, I will follow you 'til the end of time.
Jesus, save me. Save me, ohohoh.. I am suffocating. La-da-da
I'll do anything for you I swear, lord, if you will get me out of here. Yes, I'll do anything for you I swear, If you will let me breath the air.
I'd do anything to see the sunshine. I'll give you my whole entire life. Lord, if you will let me see the sunshine, I will follow you 'til the end of time….'til the end of time …'til the end of time…'til the end of time...'til the end of time...'til the end of time...'til the end of time...'til the end of time...'til the end of time...'til the end of time...'til the end of time...
04.04.14
Shepherd's Maze: I heard you whisper through the burning flame. You said: "come closer, do not be afraid." When I reached out my breath put out the blaze. It's getting darker in the shepherd's maze. The shepherd's maze.
I call your name but there is no reply. My voice is bouncing back and then it dies. Without a map and without a compass. A broken bond and empty promises. The shepherd's maze.
Voodoo Drums: Now it starts. Now it begins. Misty nightmares try their wings. Voodoo drums play in my heart. I'm a subject of black art.
Through circles on the pale river, your face appear so bright and clear. Voodoo drums play in my heart. I'm a subject of black art.
And when you're moaning in the wind that blows, my dreams all fall like dominos. Voodoo drums play in my heart. I'm the subject of your black art.
Say is it just a coincidence that you show up wherever I show up, and every time you're there there's this beat pounding in my heart? See, I'm bound to wonder why but I guess I'll never know why I can feel the devil's groove each place that I go.
Ohohoh, those voodoo drums keep playing in my heart! ohohoh…
A cold and desert place. The snow concealed his/the tracks. I lost my way and the count of days.
I don’t know how I got here nor do I know how to get out. There’s not a soul around and the snowfall blurs my sight.
I think that I’ve been here before but I can’t remember when or what for. But I know that I was alone and that the snow wouldn’t stop fall and that it was a long, long way from home.
I managed to light a fire but I failed to keep it alive. So, the light left the night and the faith turned into doubt.
Yes, there was a burning fire but now only ash remains. So, the light left the night and the hope faded away.
I’m sure that I’ve been here before but I can’t remember when or what for. But I know that I was alone and that the snow wouldn’t stop fall and that it was a long, long way from home.
A great distance: It's blowing from the sea tonight. A roar is rising from the dark and deep. It's blowing from the sea tonight. Black waves climbing high upon a steep cliff.
Mmmm…The ocean and the gap between us. Mmmm the rocky shore and the horizon. A great distance.
A ship with precious cargo left the harbor sailed towards a new world. A story told, a ship of gold, left the harbor sailed towards a new world.
Mmmm. You're so far away and so am I. Ohoh, stranded on this desert island. A great distance.
You knew just what I was there for. You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for. ohohohohohoh. You knew just what I was there for. You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for. ohohohohohoh. You knew just what I was there for. You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for. ohohohohohoh. You knew just what I was there for. You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for. ohohohohohoh.
Daydreaming in nighttime. Will he ever go to sleep? Faith rattling in the wind chime. Say, when will he go to sleep?
No lullaby can close his eyes. There are no words of advice. He tries to count how many stars. Gazing through the misty glass.
Daydreaming in nighttime. Say will he ever go to sleep? Faith rattling in the wind chime. Daydreaming in nighttime.
No lullaby can close his eyes. There are no words of advice. Now he's counted four thousand and eighteen stars. Gazing out through the transparent bars.
Daydreaming in nighttime. Daydreaming in nighttime. Daydreaming in nighttime.
Do you know what time it is?
The sun will rise again: See the harbor lights floating away. It's getting darker now I say. Shadows gather round me and it's becoming hard to see. But the sun will rise again he said to me.
Strong winds came and tore up my sails. Yeah, I tried everything but failed!!! And now I'm drifting on a raging sea in a night as black as black can be but the sun will rise again he promised me!!!!
Inshallah. Inshallah. Inshallah. Inshallah. The Sun will rise again.
Clouds: A gentle august breeze is playing with her hair as she is strolling along the river. She brought her dog and he tries to catch flies in the air. The day is bright the sky is clear.
Now the two are wading in the still water. The girl lights a cigarette and watches the smoke take off. Two river birds unfolding wings of white feathers. A day so bright a sky so clear.
Suddenly the view has changed. The sun has disappeared. And now the water's changing color as the clouds are coming near. A certain shape that awakens her deep fear, recalling fragments of her night mare.
Crow: I've been waiting for you for quite long now. It must have been over two hours since I first arrived. I don't suppose you'll ever show up. I should have known it from the start. I shouldn't have come here at all.
A crow flies up and finds a safe branch in a fur. And now he's looking straight at me. Laughing loud at my stupidity.
I ain't gonna trust you again. I'm finnished calling you my friend.
I've been waiting for you for some time now. It must have been more then three hours since I first arrived. And I know for sure that you'll never show up. Still I can't force myself to get up. I guess I don't know where else to go.
And the crow is still there but now he's sitting in a birch but he still looks at me the same way and sometimes laughs at my stupidity. Yeah the crow is still there but now he's on a stronger branch, keeping reminding me I've come in vain. At least I've got some company.
I ain't gonna trust you again. I'm finnished calling you my friend.
Ghost in the attic: 3 years later. 16 steps up the strange and winding stairs. The sound of rattling keys as I enter oh, but to rewind. Unfolding the past, and the remains of a memory.
Vers:2 ) All the letters and all those photographs bringing that summer back. The silent days down by the river. The light blue dress you always wore. 3 years later. So much have happened. Yet nothing has changed at all.
I'm allways comming back to you and the shadows of this room. Yes, I'm allways comming back to you and the shadows of this room. I'm allways comming back to you and the shadows of this room. Oh, yes I'm allways comming back to you and the shadows of this room.
(one mistake there. "vers 2" was only for myself to read so that I knew where I were..sorry!)
The devil in the village: "We've got the devil in the village" As if i didn't always know. I always tried to tell them, you know. What a strange family they were... me and all my friends were always scared when we were there. His wife used to cook naked infront of us… and her children. Strange family indeed. Was I surprised when she told me? Not really, no.
I remember one day, when he came by on his big black motorcycle to pick up his daughter..You see, she was playing at our house with my sister at our house that day...And he with his unbottoned shirt...that particualar smile.. showing us his white, dazzling teeth...Oh boy, I knew it all back then. …Strange family
"We've got the devil in the village"
Oh, boy...
I went by that house tonight..it was all dark...just a faint light in the basement...where I suppose he keeps the pictures…
"We've got the devil in the village"
Blowin' up a Storm:
A sky so dark, so sinister. The birds are gathering. The naked birches whispering. It's blowin' up a storm.
And now the light has changed, oh, yes it's different from before. The air is getting heavier. Oh, it's blowin' up a storm.
And finally, the wind has come. It's kicking up all the leaves. The withered dreams. The lost beliefs. It's blowin' up a storm.
It's blowin' up a storm. It's blowin' up a storm. It's blowin' up a storm. It's blowin' up a storm.
The lack of your presence. A green mile, Oh Lord. The lack of your presence. The last few steps. The last few breaths.
Yiha
The lack of your presence. Like cold steal, cold steal pointed at my throat. The lack of your presence. Aha. Like the guillotine right before the blade falls down.
It contradics the chapter and verse. I sacrificed all for a book of hollow words.
mmm
The lack of your, the lack of your presence. I can see my name carved into a piece of stone. The lack of your, the lack of your presence. I see a wooden coffin standing next to a big black hole.
It contradics the chapter and verse. I sacrificed all for a book of hollow words.
The lack of your, the lack of your presence. The lack of your, the lack of your presence. The lack of your, the lack of your presence. The lack of your, the lack of your presence!!!!!!!!!