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1.
No, this will suffice ’cause this is a good song this is the consequence this is the consequence There’s an absence of light there’s an absence of bass, drums and life It’s where the Sun and the Earth move like my share and your share are not divided right So this is the consequence this is the consequence of when life in all consequence is capitalised So you’re a king now, boy my family disposed of kings long before your time you’re a king now, boy my family killed kings long before you rose to power king now, boy my family disposed of kings long before your time you’re a king now, boy my family killed kings long before you rose to power I took a breath
2.
Oh! I am the end of the book I’m at the end of the book I am the end of the book I’m at the end of the book Pull down the blinds to finally shut out the world I am mute but I need to be heard I’m a princess and due for some saving turn off the lights and open a bottle of wine you don’t have to see what you’re doing you don’t have to know what you’re doing I am the end of the book I’m at the end of the book I am the end of the book I’m at the end of the book Spread your legs wide with your big toes you can touch the ceiling you don’t have to know what you’re feeling you don’t have to feel anything give it some time it’s beautiful, beautiful, beautiful go yell and go scream and go run go run go run go run go run I am the end of the book I am the end of the book I am the end of the book I am the end of the book
3.
The Bitters 03:20
We rode our bikes to the lake twenty-odd fifteen-year-olds with booze and camping gear the burning afternoon sun began to sink we were sweaty and in need for a drink I'd got hold of an Italian bitters shared with the girls admired their curls and after we'd quenched our thirst Everyone took off their clothes and got in the water that was still quite cold everyone took off their clothes and got in the water that was still quite cold We got out of the lake and went into the nearby woods found a cherry farm, climbed its fences and didn't do any good the fruits we stole were still sour when we returned to the campsite we threw the cherries in the lake and again Everyone took off their clothes and got in the water that was still quite cold everyone took off their clothes and got in the water that was still quite cold We got out and shared towels (what was new to me…) we got dry and shared blankets (…was the collective nudity) I wasn't in love but in need for a body to hold, for a body to hold me I wasn't in love but in need for lips to kiss, for lips to kiss me Everyone took off their clothes and got in the water that was still quite cold everyone took off their clothes and got in the water that was still quite cold everyone took off their clothes and got in the water that was still quite cold everyone took off their clothes and got in the water that was still quite cold Tout le monde se déshabille
4.
This train is for Cambridge and I've never been to either the destination or the stations in between a blue upholstered second class seat and a day return ticket that's only valid off-peak are my only companions on this two hour ride This is Waltham Cross the National Express stops at every tiny countryside station calling at Cheshunt and Roydon and Shelford whenever the train starts or breaks there's sweets rolling over the carpeting a spectacle in yellow, red and green This train is for Cambridge where I've never been this train is for Cambridge where I've never been this train is for Cambridge where I've never been
5.
Dry Run 02:19
It’s the dry run is your guess as good as mine? In the morning of a warm and loving kind It’s the dry run is your heart as fast as mine? It’s the warm up of the warm up inside your lungs It’s the dry run are your flaws as bad as mine? In the morning but the moon refused to shine It’s the dry spell are your stars still unaligned? It’s the warning of a stealthy and unweary kind
6.
OK 2.0 02:25
It’s OK if you must it’s a life without lust even without you wandering off it’s a nice way to do what I’ve been told by you and to make it seem a genuine idea What is done is done no-one’s right, no-one’s wrong what is done is done what is done is done no-one’s right, no-one’s wrong what is done is done In the light of the dawn when you’re homebound and torn and you say this one’s gonna be hard it’s a hard life I say but we’re doing OK it’s a nice way to say I’m fucked up What is done is done no-one’s right, no-one’s wrong what is done is done what is done is done no-one’s right, no-one’s wrong what is done is done My way of showing love is looking stupid and to stalk girls on the internet what a shame, I’m a rat What is done is done no-one’s right, no-one’s wrong what is done is done
7.
The hoarse horse keeps running, tripping, falling and the angry jockey forces him to get up, run and trip and fall and get up again Muscular contractions manifest bones mould into unnatural shapes hooves hurt, the horse won't run they say, he’s just stubborn Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been more careful should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been more careful should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been more careful fantastic figurines showed pretty faces made of porcelain until they fell from the shelf their hollow heads revealing emptiness beneath the breakable material and their fluffy bodies now lie amidst a thousand pieces on the floor Who’s got the glue and patience to fix this puzzle and put all the pieces back together Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been more careful should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been more careful should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been more careful Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been more careful should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been more careful should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been more careful
8.
Backs 04:44
You are here right now I am not alone whoever you are I don’t really care you lay down on the floor and you ask for a massage this place isn’t yours, no It’s been the same mechanism for a dozen years some backs are smaller, some are wider and ears at times wear rings it’s been the same mechanism for a dozen years some hair is shorter, some is longer some mouths whisper dirty things oh yes, they do You’re all white with body lotion my hands slide up your back I’m kissing your neck we keep a slow but steady motion It’s been the same mechanism for a dozen years some backs are smaller, some are wider and ears at times wear rings it’s been the same mechanism for a dozen years some hair is shorter, some is longer some mouths whisper dirty things oh yes, they do You’re still here, but you'll be gone and I’ll be wide awake unable to sleep at 2:15 a.m. I know I will be scared and I’ll wish the night away for the loneliness to fade
9.
He was asleep in his armchair when the family arrived the paper in his lap the telly on mute the match in Wimbledon could’ve been interesting but his eyelids were heavy still A slow walk into the obscure a fog closing in, a man wondering a life blown away like dust a closet that’s empty his bones feel so heavy The mixed double hurried across the court as his grandchildren entered through the living room door the table was set dinner was cooked grandmother gave him a worried look A slow walk into the obscure a fog closing in a man wondering a life blown away like dust a closet that’s empty his bones feel so heavy The youngest grandson started pinching his ear he slowly awoke, didn’t know where he were he couldn’t recall any memory —asked himself, "what’s happening to me?" A slow walk into the obscure a fog closing in a man wondering a life blown away like dust a closet that’s empty his bones feel so heavy
10.
You might be a miner’s canary to me but I’ll never let you die in these mines of mine even though my mind’s implied Carry on breathing might get your feathers burned mostly ’cause I’m new to this oh, clarity, oh, endless bliss In these mines of mine in these mines of mine in these mines of mine in these mines of mine in these mines of mine in these mines of mine in these mines of mine in these mines of mine
11.
The Envelope 04:11
A warm yellow light shines into the hall my eyes try to adjust to the darkness that surrounds me it smells of wooden stairs and the cold tickles my arms it’s a bright sunny day outside I just came home from the grocery store where posh people shop and the employees are always friendly despite how stressful their day has been so far I take out my keys and open the mailbox your letter fills the entire space I close and lock the box and walk up to my room opening the envelope This house has outlived the interior design fashions of a century this house has outlived the interior design fashions of a century this house has outlived the interior design fashions of a century this house has outlived the interior design fashions of a century

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Some of the songs for this album have been around for a few years already. As the four piece band that we are today, we started working on them in February, 2013. We recorded them in two weekend sessions we spent at Niedervolthoudini Records in Hamburg, Germany in 2014.

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released July 24, 2015

Recorded by Carl-John Hoffmann at Niedervolthoudini Studios, Hamburg.

Mixed and mastered by Carl-John Hoffmann at Niedervolthoudini Studios, Hamburg.

Lyrics written by Yulie Themstedt (tracks 3, 4, 7, 8, 9 & 11) & Henrik D. A. Schimkus (tracks 1, 2, 5, 6 & 10).

Music written by Yulie Themstedt (vocals & guitar), Henrik D. A. Schimkus (vocals & guitar), Carl-John Hoffmann (bass) & Thomas von Volt (drums).

Layout: Luka Lenzin / it’s a counterproduct (counterproduct.wordpress.com)

Label: Gzygusk (gzygusk.de)

Promotion: Lennart Thiem (lennart@niedervolthoudini.com)

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Yulie’s fragile, honest and unpretentious drawings of different states of the soul and interpersonal intimacy are joined by Henrik’s deeply Scandinavian, mostly sad and melancholic songs. Yet the band performs their material with the brightest smile and grin, which pretty much portrays the down- and the upside of life and everything. Melancholicious. Not exactly a walk in the park. ... more

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