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Behind every smile
05:11
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Hysterical Laughter, vodka on the rocks
A nervous child locked up in a box
Who always keeps up his funny fasade
Who smiles and jokes and hides his scars
The box is thinner now but so is the boy
But the show is free for all so sit back and enjoy
So come and get your ticket to ride
And you will see what is inside
Please understand that there's
More to a guy
Than curly hair
And bright blue eyes
Behind every smile
There is another lie...
An insecure little bastard who spits the illest shit
Who fucks up and fucks around smokes psychotic narcotics
I understand it's hard to see all this in me
All my secrets revealed and the asshole in my mind is revealed
If I ran a mile for every fucking fake smile
I ever put up and screamed for every time I shut up
Then what would be left of my voice would be nothing but a sigh
And by now I would have ran at least a million miles
If I had a quarter for every time I've lied in bed
Fighting the demons in my head
I would be a millionare by now
I would be a millionare by now
Well, I'm a fucking caricature of a self-destructive artist if you don't think so then, motherfucker! Tell me what is!?
All this shit goes down on paper fast but not as fast as my glucose does
When I'm possessed by my depressed persona
Inspiration is a must
Behind every smile
There is another lie...
All my heart and soul is scribbled down in rhymes and words
My mind is a paradox and I am the worst of two worlds!
Behind every smile
There is another lie...
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I've already fallen for you but I don't know if I'm gonna fall on my face
I want you in my life even if you leave as quick as you came and go without a trace
Oh what a beautiful fall!
It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all!
And now I'm stuck in the middle with you
And none of us know if we've got something to look forward to
I'd rather live my life in a rollercoaster going down low and way up high
My life has always been and always will be one hell of a ride!
If I get to choose
I'd rather love and lose
I know it's better to come out clean but I'd rather come out bruised
Maybe I'll fly into your life
Or crash land on my face in high-fi
Maybe life will be like before but probably not, cause I can't forget you anymore
If you say "no" then I know that I'll cry
Keep up my smile
Though I will be dead inside
And in my mind I'll suffocate
I'll numb myself - inebriate
Starv myself, keep losing weight and look at my fucked up pale grey face as I cry
I could have flown into your life
But I landed on my face in high-fi
Now life won't be like it was before
Cause I can't forget you anymore
You said "no" and I cried
And kept up my smile though I was dead inside
Walked alone with my mp3 and smoked too many cigarettes
If I get to choose
I'd rather love and lose
I know it's better to come out clean but I'd rather come out bruised
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What are you gonna do when they come for the communists?!
What are you gonna do when they come for the labour unionists?!
What are you gonna do when they come for the journalists?!
What are you gonna do when they come for the feminists?!
Are you gonna stand in line when they march across our streets?
And close your eyes when they strap on their boots and pull up their guns to shoot you?
Do you hear no evil?
Do you see no evil?
Well you damn right should!
Fight fire - with fire!
Lame morality
Organized insanity
Prejudice
Bigotry
I see 1933
False-flag democrats
Filthy vermin
Dirty rats
Boneheads
Nice suits
Swastikas
Shiny boots
What are you gonna do when they come for the immigrants?!
What are you gonna do when they come for the jews?!
Are you gonna turn a blind eye to their lies and wait for them to come for you?
Are gonna stand and watch when they get seats in the parliaments and take over the governments?
Or are you gonna give them a black eye to define your despise in this demise?
Lame morality
Organized insanity
Prejudice
Bigotry
I see 1933
False-flag democrats
Filthy vermin
Dirty rats
Boneheads
Nice suits
Swastikas
Shiny boots
Fight Fire - With Fire!
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Me, myself, a lie
05:46
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An immortal flame
Red from blood and shame
Blue through all that's calm and true
Orange from all the heat in all the hate
The times are different, the battle's the same
Everything is ruined and I'm to blame
I can't help you, you're better off without me anyway
The ignored and ignorant child
Pops up in my mind
And tells an aging rhyme
Me - Myself - A Lie
A khazer bleibt khazer
A pig is always a pig
You can't give a tiger new stripes
Or teach old dogs how to sit
Shove my nose in my own shit
That'll teach me, won't it?
Physical needs, psychological dependencies
It affects, I'm addicted to love, warmth and passionate sex
The box is still thin but the boy is supposed to be a man
But nearly everything is the same, I don't understand
I'm walking in circles
Looking for miracles
I'm walking in circles
Looking for miracles
Nothing endures
And I'm still so insecure
I can't even stand up on my own two feet
Everything is on repeat
Everything is on repeat...
A khazer bleibt khazer
A pig is always a pig
You can't give a tiger new stripes
Or teach old dogs how to sit
Shove my nose in my own shit
That'll teach me, won't it?
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Happy avenue
06:16
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10 past 5 a.m, I'm chilled to the bone
Walking down an empty street towards my new home
With a redhead, a pierced guy, a cute punk and mr. well dressed
On our way to take what's ours, we'll never settle for less
A crowbar
A towel
And a roll of duct tape
We're gonna take what's ours and we are in perfect shape!
Isn't it such a disgrace with so much empty space?
We're taking it all back and saying no to their rat race
We take - they evict
We are gone without a trace
And then we reappear
We reappear like ghosts
In another time and in another place
They tear down one
We'll take two
What are they supposed to do?
May I please welcome you - this is Happy Avenue!
20 past 5 a.m
Loodle opens the window to the hotel
Will the neighbours call the cops?
Well, time will tell
Isn't it such a disgrace with so much empty space?
We're taking it all back and saying no to their rat race
We take - they evict
We are gone without a trace
And then we reappear
We reappear like ghosts
In another time and in another place
Rise like lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep has fallen on you
Ye are many - they are few.
They tear down one
We'll take two
What are they supposed to do?
May I please welcome you - this is Happy Avenue!
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Walking in a shitstorm
01:27
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Put me on a plane towards enlightenment naked and curious
Let me chat with the swedish sensation
Lost luggage, I go furious
Running back to the station
In a flash I'm back with a new friend, ready to fly
As the zeppelin takes to the sky
I take my seat in a plane
We land on a beautiful runway
An old man climbs in windows with bamboo sticks
He falls
In a flash I'm back with a new friend, ready to fly
As the zeppelin takes to the sky
An old man climbs in windows with bamboo sticks
He falls
Voices talk to him
The photograph sings
There is only one logical ending; I must engage in sexual activities with a plastic version of the dancing spy!
An old man climbs in windows with bamboo sticks
He falls
Voices talk to him
The photograph sings
In a flash I'm back with a new friend, ready to fly
As the zeppelin takes to the sky
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There must be more than what my eyes can see
I cannot accept not being able to move from 0 to 1
There must be more to this trip, it can't just be like a long wait, like a sinking ship
Have I travelled all my days just to get this far?
I can not accept this is supposed to be the end
Would you please lead and show me the way, my eyes are covered, I don't know what to do or say!
How am I supposed to understand something that no one can survive?
How am I supposed to see something that no one can describe?
Try to catch the twenty two if you can!
Books and learning to explain the unexplainable
But books and leaders are disposable
Drugs and products to improve the unimprovable
Trying to tell us that we are not loveable
The books tell you: "You're not worthy!"
The ads tell you: "You're fat, ugly and dirty!"
I can't wrap my head around all these lies!
Contradict yourself everytime you try
Trying to explain what goes on inside your mind
Yes, you should be scared
You're still in the first square
Try to catch the twenty two if you can!
How am I supposed to understand something that no one can survive?
How am I supposed to see something that no one can describe?
Try to catch the twenty two if you can!
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Dont answer the phone
00:13
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The one call I wish you had missed
Thrown back into old ways
Too much, too late, too far apart
Too drunk, a bed, a phone and a broken heart
I told myself: "Be brave, right between the eyes"
But like the coward I am, I stuck to my half-lies
I had a sledgehammer in my chest
My hands were trembling
Now I just feel sick
I am not where I wish could be...
Nothing is as I wish it should be
Nothing is as it could be...
I told myself: "Be brave, right between the eyes"
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Dark waters
04:31
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Swimming in dark waters
Surrounded by horizons
Clutching on to anything that'll keep me floating
I push myself away from having any feelings
Brush it off and shrug but I don't think it's working any more
The obsession of being nothing but shallow has left unsatisfied, needy and hollow
I don't want diamonds, silver or gold
I just want someone to hold
It would be nice to look into my eyes
Smile and for once knowing
There was nothing rotting beneath
My stained teeth
To not - cringe and cry
To not - fake and lie
To not - hate and despise
To end this demise, yeah it would be so nice
Drowning in waters I've coloured black from everything I've done
Holding on to anything that'll keep me floating
Don't rescue me
Don't pull me up
Don't even give me any air
Someone as good as you should not be where I am
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12. |
The remaining walk
05:46
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Rotten, dead crops
The rain won't stop
We are stumbling in a no man's land
Why do I weep and why must we reap what we sow?
The sensation - oh so sweet!
The lies, the pain, the money, the greed!
We're crawling in our own filth, trying to find a way
Cause we thought we could fly away but we were led astray
Everything is gone today
How could it be?!
Why is it so?!
Cause we repeat the same mistakes of yesterday!
The forest is dead
The lake is frozen
Are you alive?
The path is chosen
The price we pay for all those lies
Don't expect anything civilized
WAIT FOR SOMETHING WILD
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Mr. Walker Uppsala, Sweden
Multi instrumentalist from Turkey, living in Sweden. Born 1987, first instrument played was "Darbuka", a turkish drum. From there, to here - heavy groovy metal with a touch of djent and electronic influences.
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