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1.
Our Language 03:26
lyrics
It’s so hard to count your blessings When your blessings are obsessing With the rafter and the noose And all the things you got to lose So hard to count your blessings When I´m not with you You’re so quick to be confessing When the priest is still in session And you’d rather fake the blues Than to debate the good old news You’re so quick to be confessing When I´m not with you Do you believe that we can sort it out All of these verbs and all of these nouns It’s so hard to feel rejected When you miss the right adjective To describe with wit and intellect Where both your lives do intersect So hard to feel rejected When I´m not with you Do you believe that we can sort this out Do you believe or do you doubt Do you have a feeling that you feel you can allow Our language to bond those verbs and those nouns It’s high time we got shit right So I’ll just lock myself in and wait here for hindsight Cause everyone knows better way High time we got shit right So I’ll just lock myself in and wait here for hindsight Cause everyone knows better way After
2.
The Ending Automat 02:35
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All you fellas send yo dollars Down to the machine Your life depends on it These rhymes I really dig Your lives are so pristine And all you ladies cast your votes And sing along with me My feelings are so deep Like a crashing plane that sunk To the bottom of the sea Cause I don’t think that we’re made for this, made for this I don’t think that we’re made for this, made for this I don’t think that we’re made for this, made for this I don’t think that we’re made for this, made for this All you fireflies fight fire, fight fire Oh, the lonely sea Drops down on to her knees Knee deep in herself Oh, the lonely sea And all you gods take your prosthetics And run away from me Your life depends on it After this is done I promise I will come for you Cause I don’t think that we’re made for this, made for this I don’t think that we’re made for this, made for this I don’t think that we’re made for this, made for this I don’t think that we’re made for this, made for this I don’t think that we’re made for this, I don’t I don’t think that we’re made for this, I don’t I don’t think that we’re made for this, I don’t I don’t think that we’re made for this, I don’t
3.
Magnets 02:16
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Magnets the size of the poles Right opposite one another But so drawn towards each other Our lives at the hands of giants Our hearts like a flock of birds With beady eyes and beaks like shards we stare And our heart beats like a drum That rusty old pump That rusty old pump In the light of the moment it sounds so sane And all the plastic and the metals that pump through our veins Must be pulling us until we’re senseless And running after progress Magnets the size of the poles Right opposite one another But so drawn towards each other Our lives at the hands of giants In the light of the moment it sounds so sane And all the plastic and the metals that pump through our veins Must be pulling us until we’re senseless And running out of progress Running out of progress Running out of progress Running out of progress
4.
Without Return 03:31
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In the fog In the mist I’m as calm as only the calmest person is I’m Robin Hood Knock, knock on wood If this was a fairytale This would be where it begins A hunter in the dark Through the forest, through the park I’m a lonesome rider, I’m a lonesome cowboy Am I evil, am I pure? No-one knows for sure But it won't be long 'til they find out Are you in the saloon? Then I guess that we’ll be seeing each other soon Am I only home when I'm on the run? All alone My only friend a fire gun Come one, come all Challenge me, I’ll let you see How quickly a bullet can run through the head It’ll feel like a splinter, it’ll feel like a little ache You’ll be gone from this Earth I’ll be gone from this place Without return
5.
Thomas, Carl & Lenin 02:15
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Everyone Everyone Everyone is Moving targets Moving targets Moving targets And the sky is lilac And you didn’t know the clouds could turn so fluffy And your marksmanship is shitty But you’re killing everyone And the house is a brownstone And Thomas, Carl, and Lenin have a single thing in common They sure spent some minutes Standing on his grave Moving targets Moving targets Moving targets And the man is a shipwreck He kicks the empty bottles ’round his room As he is searching for his rifle In frustrated agony And the town is a shithole Cause in the early nineties all the industries had moved And now there’s no-one telling them what they’re to do What they ought to do And the town is a shithole And the man is a shipwreck And the house is a brownstone And the sky is lilac
6.
Toy Town 02:34
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These houses look like toys In the town of corporate plastic Designed in a white room In what used to be a factory building The production can be found When you take a globe and spin it halfway round Depression is a childish beast It takes what it wants, never what it needs Turning moments into never-ending spans of slow decay It will stay, oh, it will stay with you all the way Oh, no Two-dimensional ideas on cute brick boxes Lazy twenty-first century dogs jumping over quick foxes A beer so thick it makes you realise you're back in the old world Traditions invented, traditions inverted Traditions invented, traditions inverted Traditions invented, transitions inverted Traditions invented, transitions inverted
7.
Lightning Nightling 02:30
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Is this fist at the pit of my stomach The hand of God or the lotus fist Enter the dragon with a knife to a gun fight Crossing off the days like smokes Burning fast through the whole pack Cause there’s an end to both Am I the lightning nightling or the nightling lightning Is this hiss in the back of my brain The voice of God Or the white noise that my sister therapy Used to talk to me about And did i take my pill And did you take your pill And there’s our routine When we need it most Am i the lightning nightling Or the nightling lightning And the lingerie is ragged And the memories are torn Am I giving birth Or am I just being born Or the nightling lightning Or the nightling lightning Am i the lightning nightling Or the nightling lightning Am i the lightning nightling Or the nightling lightning
8.
Fading Girl 03:48
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Your face is as pale as the moon Your eyes are as dark as a tornado in the afternoon But the clouds won’t cry ever again They’ve run dry You see the end Every morning, crawling into your bed You hide from the day Under the sheets Unwilling to breathe Fading girl A bundle of nerves Stumbling through the world How on Earth can you still get worse You look in the mirror and see Someone you never wanted to be The monsters are closing in It’s time for the daily fight to begin Fading girl A bundle of nerves Stumbling through the world How on Earth can you still get worse Fading girl A bundle of nerves Stumbling through the world How on Earth can you still get worse How on Earth can you still get worse How on Earth can you still get worse How on Earth can you still get worse
9.
Law School 01:32
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When we were still in law school I thought your body was a trampoline You’d whisper into my ear Saying a shark had bitten your ankle off When I didn’t believe you You built a tent and then hid in it When I said I was sorry You only showed me your grumpy face The world on TV isn’t creepy at all And even if I still can switch it all off By pressing a single fucking knob When we were still in law school We used our bodies as trampolines
10.
Love Note 04:00
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I make great coffee I make terrible hearts Get a decent handshake Off you go, do your part You can follow rivers But you’ll never end up Where the rivers end up Leave your belongings And let’s head for the coast Put your feet up on the dashboard And you wiggle your big toes Smile and say, baby You got no car and no license What are you doing Get your head out of the clouds and focus Pick up the pen and write me love note A little more, a little less might always work out But I prefer that you do it right Hey, I finally wrote a song about you Says you’re the best damn thing that happened to me yet Bought yet another trench coat Jet black The fabric on the inside Is not really your style But it looks nice When I turned twenty-eight I got myself a camera And I went out and shot the world Twenty-eight frames of analogue light-leaked film Show my girl in the clouds Get your head out of the clouds and focus Pick up the pen and write me love note A little more, a little less might always work out But I prefer that you do it right Get your head out of the clouds and focus Pick up the pen and write me love note A little more, a little less might always work out But I prefer that you do it right So long As you’re safe Be on your sweet way So long As you’re safe Be on your sweet way So long As you’re safe Be on your sweet way So long As you’re safe Be on your sweet way

about

I remember Henrik and me sitting at Habibi Sounds when it was still a construction site. Henrik had brought the lyrics to "Lightning Nightling" and taught me the riff. I remember that we agreed that we wanted to make a record to dance to. When we arranged that song I stomped my foot on the wooden floor as a beat. Four to the floor, like in a techno track. That was supposed to be the feel of the album.

Then something completely different happened. We didn't make a techno record.

Pretty much all the other songs we arranged in Henrik’s tiny apartment in a very short time. Like, three or four sessions. Henrik had a couple of verses for "Thomas, Carl & Lenin" and I wrote the other two sitting on Henrik’s bed or something.

There was a song we all really liked called "The New Horse". It didn't make it on the album because somehow we didn't manage to mix it in a way it works and it would have probably ruined the album sounding unfinished. Which is a shame, but we might release it some other way some day.

"Fading Girl" is probably even older than some of the material on our first album and a dark, devastating song about depression. But then "Law School" is a song I wrote when I was going out and having fun a lot, written way later. I love the contrast of having them right one after the other in the playlist.

Carl made the playlist. I think the way he did it is genius.

There are another three songs that didn't cut it. "Run Towards The Hills With Me Now" was supposed to be the big opener, with a lot of distorted guitars. But it didn't feel right. "Saturday" was a total downer somehow and didn't work with all the uplifting pop stuff, even though Thomas was killer on drums. And "Y.O.I.R." was too indie-nerdy and lacking a hook, really.

All in all I think this one is more playful than our first record. We're leaving the shoegaze indie path a bit to explore what we can do with our voices. More harmonies and stuff. Which feels good.

Actually, we recorded the drums and guide tracks for this album in 2015 I think, which was four years ago. So even if it feels a bit newer than the debut album, this album already feels ancient to all of us. We've all played in other bands and worked on other material, so if there's ever gonna be a third Turistas album, it will probably sound even more different. Who knows. Time will tell.

These last years we weren't entirely sure if we will ever manage to mix this album. It took various versions we did not like at all, so we're stoked that we finally did it. Enjoy. This is for you.

Yulie (March 14, 2019)


What Yulie said.

Also, this album really feels like ancient history. With the recordings spending so much time on various shelves and the songs even being a lot older than that.

E.g. "Magnets" is from the same period in which I wrote "The Consequence", our first album's opener. I had made a little EP about climate change and other non-love related topics back in 2014. Both songs were adapted for the band and the same goes for "The Ending Automat". This originally was a track for my electronic stuff. I'm actually not a friend of recycling songs and don't remember why we used those songs for the record, but we were probably just trying to make a lot of songs in a short amount of time.

Five to six years later I'm still not quite sure what "Our Language" is about. Probably about the relationship I was in back then. It feels like I was trying to express some kind of unrest and work through my inability to break harmony and really talk about when things are not all good in a relationship. "Love Note", on the other hand, is an attempt to write a positive and affirming love song. So it's fitting that Carl put one at the beginning and one at the end of the album.

In my opinion, "Toy Town", "Law School", and "Fading Girl" are amongst the best songs Yulie ever wrote and I'm really happy with the way they turned out. I'm a little sad about some of the songs not making it on to the record, but who knows what will happen to them. The four days in which we recorded the drums and the guide tracks were amazing and some of my best memories of that time and I'm really happy this thing really got finished in the end. So, thanks Carl and Yulie for making that happen.

After the long time that had gone by I was almost surprised how nice the record sounds now and I hope you give it a listen.

Henrik (March 26, 2019)

credits

released April 3, 2019

Drums, bass, organ and some vocals recorded by Carl-John Hoffmann at Niedervolthoudini Studios, Hamburg.

Guitars recorded by Yulie Themstedt at Habibi Sounds, Hamburg.

Most of the vocals recorded by Yulie Themstedt in Yulie's bedroom at Schulterblatt 62, Hamburg. Thank you, Lars, for letting us do that!

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

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

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

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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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