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Pictures Of Home

by Cellar Door

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Simon Ekhamra Riktigt bra, så jävla bra! kjnlmejkndsjkhasdahsdjkasdfgh! Favorite track: Afraid.
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1.
Peasants 03:42
When we first meet our protagonist he is asleep. Dreaming of nothing. He thinks too much, he wants too much. Later on he’s walking down streets, thinking; “We need no state but a union, the absent leaders are at war with history and our freedom.” They are all loving land of the free They think of him as a traitor Committing treason by dreams As a traitor and godless he walks the streets Our protagonist sleeps again Self-destruction is his only way to salvation A martyr for the working class No more controlling No more manipulation As a traitor and godless he walks the streets He’s still a peasant We're all still peasants
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Afraid 04:20
We who strive towards freedom never come first You who step forward with power never have the blame Maybe I am the only one who can see This torture that takes place Make an end to misery, the sadness and the fear So our lives won’t float away in this empty basket Clarity is inside us all To realize this we must sometimes fall A forever long struggle that you bastards have created We fight for our lives that soon will fade Help us now before our time is up A time bomb of malcontent, locked inside my chests The ones with power will never be blamed We get treated like rats, you should all be ashamed But who will remember when our generation has past Sometimes I look up to the stars and wonder If there's another man starring back in to my eyes If there's someone in the sky, why isn’t there a difference Hard to believe in higher powers When the powers on earth don't believe in me I have held your hand and I’ve felt your shame Your guidance will always lead me astray Now I can see through the masks that hide your games Soon you’ll see an economic change The only thing you care about is the sale Is this real or is this fake Is there more beyond the veil People suffer from hunger and thirst But still the white will always move first You people don’t feel any shame I can’t understand a thing of this obscure game You poison people with lies and deceit You only see things subjectively We are working ants, serving our queen The obscenity is a hell You don’t work for your wealth, but you still get more A massive cash flow, through your golden door People suffer from hunger and thirst But how come the white always move first Why are we afraid? So now we pray, for tomorrow to be another day Sometimes I look up to the stars and wonder If there's another man starring back in to my eyes If there's someone in the sky Why isn’t there a difference Hard to believe in higher powers When the powers on earth don't believe
3.
I am afraid of my nostalgic past I am afraid of standing close to the rift again The shimmering water in this gorge that separates you from me This spectral abyss laughs at the fact that our distance makes me fall apart Is it true that the northern lights only glimmer at night Maybe if I hold on tight it will drag me into the night I try to remember that our love is interminable I often wonder If my face is fading or if everything's darker now Will I find out someday if my fear turns to the other side When I'm stuck in this dark abyss I try to remember the most beautiful word Cellar door I can easily handle the physical pain But when you walk away The pain within my chest sustains Remember the time when you smelled that mystic sound Of my heart's sudden stop But you turned it around I try to keep my head straight So I can distinguish this spectral abyss from my life Is it only I who can feel this mental strife I feel so numb and incomplete I am incomplete, without you.
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This grey morning is bitter and hollow The things they said; "it’s your duty to your country." I dont even know why So this morning I say goodbye To my family my friends My son you’ll be the man of the house now My dear I promise I will come back This is so hard to say But I'm afraid that I have to clear my mind and walk away Two hours ‘til the ship sails off Drink after drink The bourbon is bitter In the taverns dark corner I swallow my sadness and fear Goodbye my darling I love you so My son I will always be proud of you In my dreams I can touch your skin Feel your breath and see you smile This is what makes me go on This is what I value the most My memories are only captured in my dreams I'm not doing this for the flag I'm doing this for you. As I capture the image of faces In this group of men who are forced to fight for their lives Bomb shells and dust float through the air I see a girl, maybe seven years old I stare at her, she stares at me We share a picture, a picture of home So hear these stories of fear and horror In the end I feel so damn hollow For the people i've killed, women and children I just want to die I want to die Please forgive me for my mistakes I hope you know that I did this for you Here I stand Buried in shame With my useless medals I am not the one who should be blamed Or am I?

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released March 20, 2013

All music and lyrics written and performed by Cellar Door.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Linus Corneliusson at Nearby Music Studio.
Cover art by Kasper Vikström.

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