Pale edge of land stretch into the distance as far as I can see Tide rise and reveal all what the sand had tried to bury away
Broken boxes scattering the ground caressing water splinters all around
Past has sung of shipwreck I stand on the pier and cling to the land Famous are the last words raining down from the sky a hesitating roar
by the waves a body washed ashore I looked away bewildered to the core and the wind began to howl at me I saw something that I should've never seen Now I'm all lost for words like the dead
And the face I'm looking into is the face of someone I knew I am me and what I see is me I am me and what I see is me
And the face I'm looking into is the face of someone I knew I am me and what I see is me
Some might see this as a sign some might see this as a miracle Some might see this as a sign A sign that we should be prepared for the worries that may come Can our deed be made undone?
Seeing things that isn't there Sorrow floating through the air A premonition of despair Broken hopes and no repair
In restless dreams it walks alone It is a shadow on it own And some might see this as a sign Some will see this as a sign
Open your eyes before you is a script made up of lies look and you'll see a thousand words a perfect history what could it be? just fragments of a disturbed plan that's forced on to you
and you may wonder if you're going to accomodate or wither and fade again
Man lies and dream of thornless roses bend to suit his scull handshakes with kings and neckties tied so tight to fit his mood but then he wakes the pen is in his hand but there's no words his manifesto of ghosts walking through Europe is no more it's gone by the west
hence economy and petro chemistry makes all he can see ambiguity
I am keen to clean the mess blow it all away Mr. Fawkes will rise again this time make the day Won't be caught red handed when all the guardians come to the cell in the cellar where I'll beat the drum Sweet sound of november tear apart the air
one makes a villan ten a psycopat one makes a villan ten a psycopat one makes a villan ten a psycopat a million makes a hero a nation makes you God one makes a villan ten a psycopat
So it will seem That death only mean Figures on a screen That flickers on wall street Itís unacceptable To neglect a deathtoll Like that
We passionate are stigmatic now Our pierced wrists our holy bow
In sacred names passing on the rite with bow and cross we set out to fight
A sacrifice for us to see a hysteric move making history
An eagle flies out to care Symbolize Whatís just and fair
A city forged By men of belief A kingdom ruled By a thief
An eagle flies out to care symbolize justice and fair
And freedom Donít you know it's for your own good this freedom we have to fight for you
well what do you do when your friends starts to do what you fear in your enemies some might tell them to sod it we chose to follow blindly we trust in our friends
Democracy Is an ideology Suspended by supremacy
Freedom Donít you know That we are right Freedom to fight for you we have to fight you
What kind of creature am I? so still and stripped tell me tell me what I am just another lifeless life that's spend
I've been here I've been here I've been here so long now I've been here
And time has passed me by Dream me gone Forget me still
freeze me cold
Keep your eyes nailed on me till I am no more Keep your eyes Keep them nailed on me till I am no more till I am no more till I am no more Keep your eyes Keep your eyes Keep your eyes On me
Your time is precious I won't take much I just want to feel the touch Of a human being else than me I am as lonely as I can be
The city is hazy and so am I Things looks so different through these eyes of mine Far in the distance The bridges burn A fearsome lesson I had to learn
And I'm going to have a world of my own A world where I'm not so alone
Look at those faces All pale and grey They look so familiar But they're still so strange And I want to touch them But here I stay It's so much easier just to run away
And I'm going to have a world of my own A world where this darkness and haze isn't out of place Take me to the oppsite bay Boatman set your sail
Fear and discontent haunts this moody album that draws on music philosophies such as musique concrete and l'arte dei rumori as well as industrial acts of newer date. Constructions is also closely connected to the Urban Explorer movement, as all percussive elements are found and sampled at deserted places. 12 tracks fronted by five singers of mixed sex, makes up this mosaic of a dark album.
When 'Constructions' was released in the fall of 2007, I had spend eight years working on what I at that time regarded as my artistic pinnacle. Today I'm not so sure. There surely are some fine moments on it, but here and there I failed in achieving what I'd set out to do. 'Three Red Frames' and 'Fragments' are examples of tracks with good intents and poor execution. Therefore I released a new mix of the album i 2022 called 'Constructions/Resurrections'. During the eight years in the making, I wrote roughly 70 songs which in the end was condensed to the 12 on the album. Some of the unreleased tracks are lost, and some have been reworked on later albums (Truth Serum and Damage from Harvest, Oscillations from Tesla and Capsize and To pin a Butterfly from Illusions) while others remains to have their destiny decided.
It was recieved poorly upon release. I remember a reviewer who compared it to Depeche Mode, and critizised the lack of tempo and light. I thought "what the fuck, you haven't understood anything about it at all". Had this reviewer listened to it against the likes of Einstürzende Neubauten or Nine Inch Nails, his critisism would have been more just. I saw next to no positive reviews, and with time I myself became convinced, that I had failed with this album. The remedy was 'Anyway', an album with much less at stake, but also an album with a much weaker artistic profile.
Personnel: Julie Frey: Vocals (Flotsam and Jetsam, Kite, Maleficence & Termination) Anders Brandt: Vocals (The Apparition, Maleficence & Plastination) Majbritt Løfgreen: Vocals (Drown) Troels Bech: Vocals (The Noise & Drown) Astrid Myrup: Vocals (Three Red Frames) Martin Jørgensen: Custom Percussion Mikkel Paaske: Lap steen guitar, bass and double bass Thomas Hillebrandt: Keyboards and DuS Joachim Bang: Compressor Ste van Holm: Guitars, Keyboards and programming, DuS and Chapman Stick.
Produced and engineered by Ste van Holm Recorded between December 1999 and June 2007 Mastered by Troels Bech at Das Boot
