THE FALL WENT RIGHT THROUGH HERE
WASTE OF BEREAVEMENT
MISANTHROPIC (LET THE CROWN FALL)
BLACK SEAS CRY
IT’S A LONG NIGHT
NO MOON & NO QUEEN
GRAVESILENCE
THE NOLAN’S FATI
MORE WITHERING
WASTE OF BEREAVEMENT
MISANTHROPIC (LET THE CROWN FALL)
BLACK SEAS CRY
IT’S A LONG NIGHT
NO MOON & NO QUEEN
GRAVESILENCE
THE NOLAN’S FATI
MORE WITHERING
AUGURIES GONE
YIW is much more sophisticated than our previous releases. Many people have said there's coldness in it, or even loss of soul. For a journey into the wastelands of youth it is only natural to have that kind of feelings somewhere along the way. Well, it ends in the tulip fields, where the morning sun is shining and everything's fine. The long night is over. But whether or not there is real mysticism behind the veils, or just fooling around, you will have to decide for yourself. YIW is not a hit in the face (though with these songs it would have been even likely to become one, just listen to ”Theme From Helsinki, Helsinki”, the demo version of ”Waste Of Bereavement”). Auguries go with odd apologies and sympathies, but there's no hate for you, honey. Musically YIW has many sides to its story, some playing hard to get in their tekhne, while others are just simply beautiful. Lyrically it brings together the letter of pop cult and the spirit of high cult. Or was it vice versa? This was the end of an era:
the long awaited homecoming of our Wastrel.
- Written for the August 2008 release
the long awaited homecoming of our Wastrel.
- Written for the August 2008 release
Whose fault is it
If one hasn’t been here long enough to be happy
‘Cause every day they try with branched thoughts
But they fail in something, They fail to see
Whose fault is it
If one hasn’t been here long enough to be happy
‘Cause every day they try with branched thoughts
But they fail in something, They fail to see
That “I’m so fucking tired, Why can’t I be alright”
And for those who felt nothing this year
The fall went right through here, And here
And here with the burdens we’ll have to take now
To be safe from harm, To get us through
For how long has it been there
My heart’s so full of this
No leaves will line the streets
And who could ask for more, Who could ask for more
The world of my soul is all I have
To thank with all of my patience
And I don’t wanna follow
The same old goddamn line
‘Cause it would be too much and I would be no more
Then I wouldn’t be at all, Then I wouldn’t be at all
WASTE OF BEREAVEMENT
Now the devil is old and diseased
In the very heart of each bone
All the sons have gone to their mothers
To learn the things that will count
Those who die may come back
“How you leave today” does not
And if you wanna get down below
Then you'll get down below
How I'd like to live in a city
That don’t breed for spiritless dreams
But I'll stay awake and I'll pray
Let them go away if they want
“My fucking youth in a sewer”
Is not the loss to be grieved
And I got no hate for you
Honey, No good it will ever be
If I can't make it here I'm not gonna make it
If not here, I'm not gonna make it anywhere
“My fucking youth in a sewer”
Is not the loss to be grieved
And I got no hate for you
Honey, No good it will ever be
Poor devil's ass for god's fist
If what you are is being a no one
And if you wanna get down below
Then you'll get down below
Oh oh oh oh, Is it like that
Will the little town little boots
Melt away, Melt into this world
If I can't make it here I'm not gonna make it
If not here, I'm not gonna make it anywhere
Anywhere, Anywhere
MISANTHROPIC (LET THE CROWN FALL)
Will the earth sink into the abyss of nothingness
With naught but thick blackness
And have I followed the will of my own
No, I don’t think I’m any better than you
If the circle gets all straightened up
Then comes the age of northern winds
No one is crowned, Let this word be weighed
I’ve washed my hands to hold you close
Well, I'm dead serious tonight and I'll have it now
Set out to sing, Baby, To sing the verses of fall
When there are no more words left
That's the right thing to do, Right on yeah
Well, I'm dead serious tonight and I'll have it now
Set out to sing, Baby, To sing the verses of fall
When there are no more words left
That's the right thing to do
It's not a question of who's the meanest motherfucker on earth
It's not a question of who gives or who doesn't give a fuck
"Maahan miehet, Maahan miekat, Maahan untelot urohot,
Sa'at miehet siiven alta, Kymmenet kynän nenästä!"
BLACK SEAS CRY
A wretched man one will grow to be
While someone’s heart is weeping
Is it a lot of weight, A lot of grief
And what will become of this
There’s nothing for us, Nothing else
As long as it lasts the world’s all the same
Broken and lonely hallelujah
And three rivers will be with you
And the greater the sorrow
The more trees will grow from where it began
If you have to cry then cry now
And let them hear, Bringing the seas near
To know what it’s like..........
Oh yeah, I know what I don’t know
‘Cause I’m just like you
“Even if the search was neverending
I swear I’ll return here
With bitter frost surrounding
With a part of the emptiness
The night is inside, The night is beloved”
And three rivers will be with me
And the greater the sorrow
The more trees will grow from where it began
If I cry now it’s too much
But I’ll let them hear, Bringing the seas near
To know what it’s like……….
IT’S A LONG NIGHT
Empty frames, Withered leaves and a broken window
“18 years have had to go, They’re gone, Who found the path”
The angles to my heart wide open with angelic speech
But it can’t be said out loud, The thing is that it can’t be said
Or the morning sun will set into magic sleep
Something in my heart told me I must have you
Tonight I’ll have it all, Now lay on the bedded grass
It’s coming and it’s a long night
For the souls who got nobody
It’s coming and it’s a long night
For the souls who got nobody to lean on
Empty frames, Withered leaves and a broken window
Love was not a glance away
A warm embrace more than a dance away
“I should go outside and take a walk”
With no incense and no lute
It’s coming and it’s a long night
For the souls who got nobody
It’s coming and it’s a long night
For the souls who got nobody to lean on
It’s coming and it’s a long night
For the souls who got nobody
It’s coming and it’s a long night
For the souls who got nobody to lean on
And autumn is there to picture the loss
I’m not going back, No, I’m not going back to that
NO MOON & NO QUEEN
Snowing wherever you go
Seen in the red light of sunset
Tell me of times before this life
And tell me if it’s too late, Already too late
I’ve tried to be cleansed from their quarrels
The curtain of flames was easily passed
Though I feared, I feared a lot
For life can be hard sometimes
When we’re dreamless and cold
The moon hiding tears of scarlet
Nothing but a glance of mourning
Winter queen is made of deceit
And the heathens they all die too young
“I want to hold you in my arms,
I want you more than my soul”
In chambers and in need
For my eyes to be blessed
And what was the worth of it all
How did I live through the mist
Given the part of a wolf
Almost hunted down by the weak
In chambers and in need
For my eyes to be blessed
For life can be hard sometimes
When we’re dreamless and cold
The moon hiding tears of scarlet
Nothing but a glance of mourning
Winter queen is made of deceit
And the heathens they all die too young
“I want to hold you in my arms,
I want you more than my soul”
GRAVESILENCE
Good life brings loss that is honest
The rope tightens when I’m soulless like you
Now I’m here with this fucked up dream
Not a sound, Time has stopped and we’re blind
Who turned the amplifier to full volume
And sang about grave silence:
“Rainy days and lonely nights, Only darkness
There’s no light or X.X.X.X in my life”
This place is a moment of grief, No bullshit
Who turned the amplifier to full volume
And sang about grave silence:
“Rainy days and lonely nights, Only darkness
There’s no light or X.X.X.X in my life”
This place is a moment of grief, No bullshit
With years changing it all stays the same
Where am I going and where have we been
True depression is different, Isn’t it
“If I can’t cut it out and direct the force
To something useful, I’ll make the right decision”
And it’s not like a real suicide
THE NOLAN’S FATI
For how long have they done thy will
“The sun of midnight is ever the son”
How much it takes to see what burns our skin
Oh what have we achieved by this
Words are spoken and things are done, What is wrong
God is damned but god’s animal mother is alright
“I can’t find myself, Don’t need this anymore”
(Well, At least my mother has faith in magic)
The loss of strength could not have me
I got new boots, I'm back on my feet
(Asinine and golden I ride to this city)
While by our lady precious chaos rules
For how long has all been in dirt
Let’s hope it rains, I think they’re dying or is it just me
Well, At least the stars gave birth to something new
But if it’s the kind of love and it’s the kind of love
That we’ve been warned about, They’re in trouble
And the stakes are high as that of Bruno’s
For all the humble tyrants nowadays
Is it better to keep on singing
“Your paths were never even close to mine”
When I was cast aside I thought it’d be my fate
With hollow eyes Proserpina’s garden is left behind
And the stakes are high as that of Bruno’s
For all the humble tyrants nowadays
Is it better to keep on singing
“Your paths were never even close to mine”
MORE WITHERING
Caught somewhere close to this world
Close enough to watch beside
Where else could have we retired
When there’s no place at all, No, Dear
Is there a haven for those who can’t wait no more
Would there be a haven for us
Mordant wrath is like a dead tree
For my ears were, They were killing me
Mordant wrath is like a dead tree
For my ears were, They were killing me
“You think you’re withering but you’re not withering”
Mordant wrath is like a dead tree
For my ears were, They were killing me
You know I have tried not to forget
How I suffered from everything
That was within (and all over) me
And what we used to be like
In the haven where I lived
Without you, Without you
Now would you help me
’Cause I’ve seen this already
Have I taken it all with me
“And I’m so easily caught
Forgive me that I’m caught in this
That I can’t help it like I couldn’t help it before”
You know I have tried not to forget
How I suffered from everything
That was within (and all over) me
And what we used to be like
In the haven where I lived
Without you, Without you
AUGURIES GONE
They say the good man has gone bad
And nothing’s god comes to those who wait
But they own our world and I’m not part of it
Are those devils gonna have their way
We’ve been stranger than the night
But force and furor helped us through
“Babe, you got real wolfen eyes
Would you come and take me down”
.....Down .....Down.....Down....
......Down like this.....
So now I’m sober and quiet like a thief
(Don’t need an augur to save the day)
Well, I’ve seen all Nietzsche’s blood dry
The things I hear are they what I want
We have no right to what’s left inside
Damn right we’ll get it back
“…like a falling rose the red wine bleeds
lovelorn tears vanish in bereavement…
.......shattered echoes of yesterday
I heard them fade away like a….”
(In early 1997)
Wading across the tulip fields in an old park, In remembrance
And in solemn moments such as this I’ve…………..
“En ma enää aja virvatulta”
They say I got wasted, But my hands are clean
I got long hair and empty pockets, No money at all
But this wastrel’s got a free spirit and he’ll walk with you
My eyes may have suffered but they’re still full of X.X.X.X
It lives in my heart and always will
It lives in my heart and always, always will
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The Fall Went Right Through Here (video)
The video could explain something. There's OG on television, and the singer's ridiculous "tough guy" looks are too stupid for the one who's watching, so he throws the TV out of the window. The video is good, especially if it's thought of being staged like that. But the album covers were a problem. To be honest, I was terrified when I saw the SAAL cover for the first time. Now they wanted to have a big skull with a graveyard. And the title would have been Fall Grave Silence? No thanks. But why not? I'll have to leave you without an answer. In / on my own way I was happy about it all. Maybe The Fall had to look this way and get X.X.X.X. But I still beg you to read the lyrics, if you want to know what's happening. And do let the musicians play! Don't ask for more.
Waste Of Bereavement
Bereavement is a song title from October-December 1996
I wrote this song in July 2003 at the summer cabin where, unlike usually, I managed to do some men's work in the woods. What's going on amidst our thoughts and.... Some people want to be bad to the bone. Other people don't see the forest from the trees and they go hunting down the devil without looking what's inside themselves. I think the word confusion says a lot. And there is something for everyone. It doesn't really matter that much how you take the lesson as long as you take it. For your own sake, the interpretation is free, and almost anything goes as long as you keep the politics (and porn) out of it. And whatever you want to get, you'll get it? All the young guns blazing, they'll get down below alright. Black leather boots melt away like the identity of a man who tries to convince himself they were made for walking not melting. The ghost of Nick Drake had to be taken care of. However, the lesson he learned, we needed to hear about it. I didn't realize it back then, but this is also about the migrating souls looking for a new body to settle in. ”Those who die may come back”, but how you deal with your life today is always unique. This Great Southern Finnish Trendkilling Ghost Ride, what about it first live 2003.
Misanthropic (Let The Crown Fall)
An old song title from August 1996
Is it the end of the world or just one age passing by? Ragnarök inspired me back in 1996, and so a quote from the Twilight of the Gods was needed for this song, also. And let it be known that ”no, I don't think I'm any better than you”. I've tried to keep my hands clean, whether the question was about blood money or dirty deeds done dirt cheap. And of course we have Lemminkäinen's war cry from Kalevala. They are coming back from their Pohjola journey to steal Sampo. Let's Finnish the game, Vanhala?
Black Seas Cry
Apologies for one's mother. And sympathy for the young and the wicked. This title came to me when I sat in an old bar in Pärnu, Estonia, in July 2003. And Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah is on. Many lines were taken from old songs of mine, dating from early 1996. And the Kalevala Tarot card Three of Swords is described in the chorus. I also thought of including a subtitle, but left it out eventually. (There are some remains of a quote taken from Crowley's book, in the end of this song). What was I thinking? Because of Claude Lévi-Strauss and Richard Wagner compassion as a theme is being underlined from the very beginning to the last minute. ”Oh yeah I know what I don't know, 'Cause I'm just like you” etc. Follow the river(s) and from your sorrow new trees will grow. If you manage to leave your prejudices behind, and try to weigh the words here, you could end up in a certain conclusion. There's a cry of distress coming from the black seas in Nietzsche's Also Sprach Zarathustra – but I didn't remember the scene in question when I wrote the lyrics. It was his last, greatest temptation: pity and compassion. He had to overcome them on his way to becoming a Superhuman. So where was he going? I'd like to remind you of the old fisher king and the lines....
It's A Long Night
It's A Long Night came together with Black Seas Cry. Some quotes were taken from Gravesilence (the original one, from January 1997). And there are strangers in the night ex-changing. But was love just a glance away, warm embrace a dance away. The autumnal streets in Kallio, Helsinki, are they romantic. John Keats wrote an ode to Psyche. I took a line or two from there. The difference between angels and angles is "good to think". The Russian poet Arseni Tarkovsky told us how the soul may feel without the body (see his son's movie The Mirror). We could also take up St. John of The Cross and his Night of Soul if we really want to go that far.
No Moon & No Queen
The Moon shone stranger than ever, while I went back in time, to look for my lost verse dealing with reincarnation. On the background there was a neutral description of nature's cycles. When a wolf meets a lamb it's not exactly the same as when a girl meets a boy. But let all living things be loved. SAVE THE WILDLIFE. On Spirits there was desperate love and uninvited hate, but this is another story. The Heathen And The Moon is a song dating from 1995 and so is Winter Evenings Of Loneliness. There are lots of quotes from both. And also from Winter Queen (Winter-Spring 1996) and from Through The Mist Of Night Eternal (early 1996).
Gravesilence
An old song title from January 1997
Radio, play my favourite song. Gina G's Ti Amo makes one more appearance. Most of this song was taken from the original Gravesilence. But its contents have been turned pretty much inside out. Here's a chance for you to leave the place. Another way out from the Great Depression. But a friend of mine couldn't take it anymore when he heard that I used Ti Amo again. And I couldn't help it, either. She said it so well. My old partners in crime, Tomi Pekkola & Jussi Matikainen, forgive me for not changing the name of the (C)old waste song. I separated the two words, but in the end joined them back together. It was a mistake. (I did not force OG to change the title of this album to Years in Waste, I just told them we should try to make up a new one together. Fall Grave Silence was NEVER an option, just a working title.)
The Nolan's Fati (video)
Wyclef Jean and Mary J. Blige sing in their wonderful duet: ”if this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble”. But it's not clear who are the ones in trouble in this song. Can you tell me? At least there are all kinds of quotes, from my old song Amor Fati, one from Crowley's bastard Law and two etymologies by Edmund Leach: Goddamn comes from god's animal mother, don't ask what it means. By our lady is Bloody. So what is wrong? And who is right? "The stakes are high as that of Bruno's". I remember feeling ambiguous when it came to Bruno, because I thought he was too radical, too rebellious. That's what I was thinking in 2004. Nowadays I'm certain he's true, not false. Reaching for the Sun and the God in eternity, he was a believer in the brotherhood and equality of all men. They may have burned him at the stake, but his spirit lives on. All good heretics have been Lovers like that, Bruno just had too much fire in his heart etc. And certain Catholics have a lot to pay for, it was not the first nor the last time they acted out a real black mass. The answer to the question in the end of the song is still no.
More Withering
Not every day one gets a chance to hear T.S. Eliot whispering a quote he took from the Bible. ”Mordant wrath is like a dead tree.” I had this sketch for a poem called Last Nights Of September At Hand since the fall of 2002. First version was four pages long, but I ended up using its lines for YIW. If some of the words here and there (especially in this song and in The Fall Went....) feel like ”real poetry”, I hope this helps you to understand why.
Auguries Gone
"They say the good man has gone bad, and nothing's god comes to those who wait." Let them speak for themselves, today the answers have to be found from within. Greetings from the Manicheans and the Gnostics, boni homines, the Good Men. Leonard Cohen's Memories come with a solemn light and vain chances. Eino Leino's Nocturne is there in all of its sadness. But the last verse is given to Anki Lindqvist who sings about tulip fields and long-haired empty pockets. There are words taken from her songs and words influenced heavily by them. I read Nietzsche when I was bitter sixteen, and unfortunately understood much of what I read. But he ain't going nowhere, it is only after knowing Nietzsche's Why and Where that we are able to think what we wanna do with our lives. The debts have been paid and something went down the drain. But it's all right mama, we're only bleeding. To get wasted could mean so many things and it depends. I mean, look who's talking. Baby, this wastrel's coming home. Without his journey the ground wouldn't feel the same, there wouldn't be these words to speak. And read your Philosophie der Freiheit before you leave the harbour, that might be the lesson. I mean the whole world, not just "our laughing prodigal sons", like the good old Kaihoro song goes.
The Moon shone stranger than ever, while I went back in time, to look for my lost verse dealing with reincarnation. On the background there was a neutral description of nature's cycles. When a wolf meets a lamb it's not exactly the same as when a girl meets a boy. But let all living things be loved. SAVE THE WILDLIFE. On Spirits there was desperate love and uninvited hate, but this is another story. The Heathen And The Moon is a song dating from 1995 and so is Winter Evenings Of Loneliness. There are lots of quotes from both. And also from Winter Queen (Winter-Spring 1996) and from Through The Mist Of Night Eternal (early 1996).
Gravesilence
An old song title from January 1997
Radio, play my favourite song. Gina G's Ti Amo makes one more appearance. Most of this song was taken from the original Gravesilence. But its contents have been turned pretty much inside out. Here's a chance for you to leave the place. Another way out from the Great Depression. But a friend of mine couldn't take it anymore when he heard that I used Ti Amo again. And I couldn't help it, either. She said it so well. My old partners in crime, Tomi Pekkola & Jussi Matikainen, forgive me for not changing the name of the (C)old waste song. I separated the two words, but in the end joined them back together. It was a mistake. (I did not force OG to change the title of this album to Years in Waste, I just told them we should try to make up a new one together. Fall Grave Silence was NEVER an option, just a working title.)
The Nolan's Fati (video)
Wyclef Jean and Mary J. Blige sing in their wonderful duet: ”if this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble”. But it's not clear who are the ones in trouble in this song. Can you tell me? At least there are all kinds of quotes, from my old song Amor Fati, one from Crowley's bastard Law and two etymologies by Edmund Leach: Goddamn comes from god's animal mother, don't ask what it means. By our lady is Bloody. So what is wrong? And who is right? "The stakes are high as that of Bruno's". I remember feeling ambiguous when it came to Bruno, because I thought he was too radical, too rebellious. That's what I was thinking in 2004. Nowadays I'm certain he's true, not false. Reaching for the Sun and the God in eternity, he was a believer in the brotherhood and equality of all men. They may have burned him at the stake, but his spirit lives on. All good heretics have been Lovers like that, Bruno just had too much fire in his heart etc. And certain Catholics have a lot to pay for, it was not the first nor the last time they acted out a real black mass. The answer to the question in the end of the song is still no.
More Withering
Not every day one gets a chance to hear T.S. Eliot whispering a quote he took from the Bible. ”Mordant wrath is like a dead tree.” I had this sketch for a poem called Last Nights Of September At Hand since the fall of 2002. First version was four pages long, but I ended up using its lines for YIW. If some of the words here and there (especially in this song and in The Fall Went....) feel like ”real poetry”, I hope this helps you to understand why.
Auguries Gone
"They say the good man has gone bad, and nothing's god comes to those who wait." Let them speak for themselves, today the answers have to be found from within. Greetings from the Manicheans and the Gnostics, boni homines, the Good Men. Leonard Cohen's Memories come with a solemn light and vain chances. Eino Leino's Nocturne is there in all of its sadness. But the last verse is given to Anki Lindqvist who sings about tulip fields and long-haired empty pockets. There are words taken from her songs and words influenced heavily by them. I read Nietzsche when I was bitter sixteen, and unfortunately understood much of what I read. But he ain't going nowhere, it is only after knowing Nietzsche's Why and Where that we are able to think what we wanna do with our lives. The debts have been paid and something went down the drain. But it's all right mama, we're only bleeding. To get wasted could mean so many things and it depends. I mean, look who's talking. Baby, this wastrel's coming home. Without his journey the ground wouldn't feel the same, there wouldn't be these words to speak. And read your Philosophie der Freiheit before you leave the harbour, that might be the lesson. I mean the whole world, not just "our laughing prodigal sons", like the good old Kaihoro song goes.
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