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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 Uli Himstedt II (tracks 3, 4, 7, 8, 9 & 11) & Henrik D. A. Schimkus (tracks 1, 2, 5, 6 & 10).

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

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

Label: Gzygusk (gzygusk.de)

Promotion: Lennart Thiem (lennart@niedervolthoudini.com)

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¡Son Turistas! Hamburg, Germany

Uli Himstedt’s fragile, honest and unpretentious drawings of different states of the soul and interpersonal intimacy are joined by Henrik Schimkus’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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Track Name: The Consequence
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
Track Name: End Of The Book
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
Track Name: The Bitters
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
Track Name: This Train Is For Cambridge
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
Track Name: Dry Run
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
Track Name: OK 2.0
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
Track Name: Unnatural Shapes
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
Track Name: Backs
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
Track Name: A Closet That’s Empty
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
Track Name: A Miner’s Canary
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
Track Name: The Envelope
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