1. |
Means to an End
03:45
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You’re stuck in a rut
You scratch on the surface
Misguided and lost
A victim to make-believe
Past repair and hyperalert
You’re quick to dismiss
A notion so foggy
A truth so profound
A well-masked assault it seems
Only to bring you to comply
Now the target is acquired
You better duck and run for cover
You fall for the promise
And that’s fair, well, how could you not?
Be warned it only serves one purpose
To draw you in and slowly suck you dry
It’s a travesty, it’s a perverted means to an end
A silent offense, sure to trap you over time
It’s a lot of things, it’s just not what it appears to be
No saviour indeed, however genuine it feels
You’re bound to learn it the hard way
There’s forces at play
Too dark to imagine
Too cruel to foresee
An intricate web of lies
Taking shape before your own eyes
Make no mistake
You’re picked for a reason
A pawn in a game
You weren’t quite aware you played
Till it finally all falls into place
Now the target is acquired
You better duck and run for cover
It’s a travesty, it’s a perverted means to an end
A silent offense, sure to trap you over time
It’s a lot of things, it’s just not what it appears to be
No saviour indeed, however genuine it feels
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2. |
At the Seams
03:15
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Reject, repeat
A cruel, vicious cycle it seems
Deflect, deceit
It all comes apart at the seams
Your heart won’t stop racing
With lingering doubt
The sidewalks they crumble
While flickering lights and bright neon signs
Play tricks on your mind
Hold tight till the sunrise
It’s not your place
Reality molded to taste
You’re way off base
And lost in dysfunctional ways
Your heart won’t stop racing
With lingering doubt
The sidewalks they crumble
While flickering lights and bright neon signs
Play tricks on your mind
Hold tight till the sunrise
A preemptive defense
A tactic to meet your demands
A tragic sight
A fragile interior plight
Reject, repeat
A cruel, vicious cycle it seems
Deflect, deceit
It all comes apart at the seams
Your heart won’t stop racing
With lingering doubt
The sidewalks they crumble
While flickering lights and bright neon signs
Play tricks on your mind
Hold tight till the sunrise
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3. |
Look Alive
04:18
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Face down in the dirt
Pushed hard against the ground
Your neck caught in a tight grip
Wrists tied behind your back
It’s by your rules I abide
Take charge and sell a lie
It’s a shameful demeanor
You’re all too well aware of
It’s hard to wrap your head around
Cast the darkest clouds aside
In a conditioned attempt
It’s the flip of a coin
Another narrative
To spin, to divert from
The real issue at hand
Your limbs numb with the pain
Yet nagging doubts remain
While keeping you captive
Held hostage, loyal and true
It’s hard to wrap your head around
Cast the darkest clouds aside
In a conditioned attempt
To minimize the fault at hand
Is all it takes to reconcile
A shattered sense of self’s all I got
Temper tantrum tolerance to last a lifetime
It’s a losing battle, an unfair fight
Until the tables turn look alive
Just for now, I know that you will survive
To minimize the fault at hand
Is all it takes to reconcile
A shattered sense of self’s all I got
Temper tantrum tolerance to last a lifetime
It’s a losing battle, an unfair fight
Until the tables turn look alive
Just for now, I know that you will survive
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4. |
Code Red Lockdown
02:28
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Breaking up the surface
The water’s on the rise
All things have lost their purpose
A blessing in disguise
A work of little substance
All covered at high tide
The result of sheer reluctance
Demise of all mankind
A sudden shift in the wind direction
An alarming change in weather, cold and unforgiving
A solar eclipse
Three moons, a microchip
Who cares if we exist
A story with a twist
Your phone’s been out of service
For several days on end
The road’s been closed for maintenance
The detour a dead-end
A sudden shift in the wind direction
An alarming change in weather, cold and unforgiving
A solar eclipse
Three moons, a microchip
Who cares if we exist
A story with a twist
It’s a major code red lockdown
According to the signs
A central nervous breakdown
All over the headlines
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5. |
For the Record
03:03
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Past the bridge near the sawmill
Along the rusty old tracks
A ragged field is where they finally lost the scent
Turn around, change direction
Follow course, it’s all the same
A simple twist of fate, a mere coincidence
Try blending in with others
Do everything you can to save the day
Hold back when it’s required
Sit still and change your name for all I care
It’s a haunting love story
It’s a terrible mess
A fact noone seems to be eager to address
State your name for the record
What a huge oversight
There is evidence to connect you to the crime
Try blending in with others
Do everything you can to save the day
Hold back when it’s required
Sit still and change your name
Sit still and change your name for all I care
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6. |
Pi Equals
02:54
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You storm up the stairs, then back down again
Travel light, let go of my hand
A car parked in the driveway
You gotta stay alert, face all your fears head-on
Take your pick and then move on
A severance pack, a life’s span
Laugh all you want
Play pretend and mow the lawn
An hour every Sunday
A fact nonetheless
No saving grace, nothing that lasts
The hum of the exhaust fan
Help, I’m trapped in a factory
Of verse form and melody
A simple recipe
Your own worst enemy
You put your foot on the gas and roll the windows down
Catch your breath and then turn around
Keeping clear of the main road
Your heart on a sleeve
The stakes are high, there’s no relief
Just a message in Morse code
Help, I’m trapped in a factory
Of verse form and melody
A simple recipe
Your own worst enemy
Help, I’m trapped in a factory
Of verse form and melody
A simple recipe
Your own worst enemy
You storm up the stairs, then back down again
Travel light, let go of my hand
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7. |
Lunapark
04:17
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Saddle up tonight for a marvelous ride
Side by side on rocket bikes
Let me take you up
Cause I’m going to
The most amazing place
Outer space
Over yonder there is waiting now
A world of wonder, a universe of wow
Take off for the imaginary
Let’s fill this void
We must be fast and tell no one
Preparations have begun
To conquer the unconquerable
When Spitzer, Webb and Hubble
Bring suffering and struggle
The battle is continuous
Over yonder there is waiting now
A world of wonder, a universe of wow
Don’t mess with the imaginary
Don’t kill this void
Don’t mess with the imaginary
Don’t fill this void
Don’t mess with the imaginary
Don’t fill this void
With blood, sweat, tears and toil
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8. |
Between the Lines
02:31
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To get lost in a haze
Under false pretense
An incomprehensible malaise
Someone sound the alarm
Can’t help but be
Susceptible to superficial charm
The world keeps spinning round
Can’t tell up from down
Lights a blur, fast forgotten
Your life a distant hum
Signals fade, they’re gone
A siren screams somewhere beyond
It’s where planets collide
The back and forth
Inevitable turn of the tide
In a time of distress
Go ahead and try
Mending an irreparable mess
The world keeps spinning round
Can’t tell up from down
Lights a blur, fast forgotten
Your life a distant hum
Signals fade, they’re gone
A siren screams somewhere beyond
It may be just as well
A tired quest, an end-times tale
Tucked between the lines
Run in circles, follow signs
Or admit defeat and leave it all behind
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9. |
A Guide to ..., Lesson 1
03:43
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One step forward at a time
Taught a simple lesson
Loose your balance all the while
You can count your blessings
And say your prayers
Kill the light, sleep tight, I’ll stay right here
Neath the leaves and falling sky
Just a glimmer in the dark
Across the icy river
There’s no scream, there is no bark
Just a silent shiver
Say your prayers
Kill the light, sleep tight, I’ll stay right here
Neath the leaves and falling sky
See the outline of a town
On the far horizon
Be prepared for a letdown
All the less surprising
Say your prayers
Kill the light, sleep tight, I’ll stay right here
Neath the leaves and falling sky
Say your prayers
Kill the light, sleep tight, I’ll stay right here
Behind the wheel with bloodshot eyes
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10. |
Smoke and Mirrors
05:30
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It’s not what it seems
A picture so perfect, sound so sweet
A cheap reflection
Full of holes and incomplete
Down the rabbit hole
Your pale skin and bruises, they still show
A surreal movie
Twisted logic, one way to cope
You are not fooling anyone
Least not yourself when all is done
A lot can change within a year
What was now all has disappeared
No second thought, no frail attempt
In a double bind
The actors been cast, the roles assigned
A veiled coercion
Two conflicting thoughts entwined
No matter what you do
It‘s all but a game to you, it’s true
Cursed who dares to
Question your distorted view
You are not fooling anyone
Least not yourself when all is done
A lot can change within a year
What was now all has disappeared
No second thought, no frail attempt
A lot can change within a year
What was now all has disappeared
No second thought, no frail attempt
No subtle wink to start again
Your sense of judgment well impaired
Through smoke and mirrors, wear and tear
A gross illusion from the start
The missing link, the counterpart
A lack of love is immanent
It’s misdirected, it’s self defense
Quite similar to some extent
We’ll do our best to force a smile
It’s what keeps us going after all
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Cascade Lakes Hamburg, Germany
Cascade Lakes is an awakening of sorts. In many respects. Albeit a late one.
It's a coming to
terms with. A deep dive into the human condition. At its darkest.
An accomplished work, compelling and moving.
Cascade Lakes is also Jan Schewe, Fabio Papais and Tobias Noormann. At the band's core.
Indie rock with a refined pop sensibility.
A nod to a formative time and a bold glimpse into the future.
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