Trance eloquent wings
- Released 2009 by SeeHearFeelSmell
Available on CD and as a digital download.
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- Ultimatum
- Am I dying?
- You´ll find me on the horizon
- Don´t cut yrselves
- Every minute needs an adult
- We are the Seafants
- To hell with melancholy
- Crucified by depression
- Come on! Reach!
Ultimatum (G.Chelofan)
How in hell did this happen? This crude identity theft? This swallowing of oneself...this fall inside...this violent compression of thoughts...this ugly diminishing towards null?
I made a promise to myself that I couldn’t keep. I promised to never touch that again, but I had to stick my eager tentacles in it. I poked so deep that I almost disappeared into air, into nothing, into...to...in...
I will never question it again. I will never rub shoulders with it for as long as I live. I will leave myself alone. I will be. I was and I am. I am me.
to top ↑Am I dying? (G.Chelofan)
Fever fuck
Boiling me
Tell me mum
Am I dying?
Sweat of doom
Endless drain
Tell me mum
Am I dying?
You´ll find me on the horizon (G.Chelofan)
You’ll find me on the horizon, hanging heavily, burning both ends.
I will stare, then I will hide.
I don’t know what I am capable of.
I will scream, then I will hide.
I don’t know what the I is capable of.
How many times? How many times?
How many times will I? How many times must I?
How many times? How many times?
How many times will I? How many times must I?
Don´t cut yrselves (G.Chelofan)
H...the great collapse. Suicide and such.
E...confusion is on. Wrist, pills and/or rope?
L...the heads of lead. Locked in silent screams.
P...the trembling hearts. Buried in glaciers.
Don´t cut yrselves, don´t bang yr heads. I pray for them, I walk with them. This fall inside will pass, be sure. Yr heads will shine, if given time.
H...the oozy gloom dripping from our eyes.
E...the spirit is lost. Hope has left the bones.
L...emotions have flown. Left us `cause its cold.
P...the kill is near. Wrist, pills and/or rope?
Don´t cut yrselves, don´t bang yr heads. I pray for them, I walk with them. This fall inside will pass be sure. Yr heads will shine, if given time.
to top ↑Every minute needs an adult (G.Chelofan)
I remember you in the hallway.
STOP IT!
I remember me bending into myself.
STOP IT!
Petite and fresh he was. A sparkling new one with clean and holy veins. The staircase monster-slide lured with its joyful ride - my back blind, my back blind.
Every minute needs an adult
The staircase was dented with new born flesh and cried at with pain - the yelp, that horror sound. That second, that fatherless slip. It killed us both. Sorrow, numbness so lame boxed me in.
It boxed me in.
It boxed me in.
I boxed me in.
I boxed me in.
Every minute needs an adult. Every second needs a daddy.
I remember you in the hallway.
STOP IT!
I remember me bending into myself.
STOP IT!
We are the Seafants (G.Chelofan)
La Sea trash upon us. Forcing salt into us.
Seaweed wrap around us. Our lungs eat the ocean.
“One remembers the thousands of men, struggling, panicking and in the end giving up. Surrendering themselves to this brutal force that take lives in the most natural way.”
Sea drones, hum forever. Salt kings, we’re forever, forever, forever…
“We remember those eyes, those horror full eyes. The decapitation of hearts, but remember when you enter the ocean you will be amongst us and we’ll sing:
We are flowing through yr hands and feet.
We are drifting through yr blood and veins.
We are Seafants caressing you and them.
We are Seafants reflecting moon and stars.”
To hell with melancholy (G.Chelofan)
Ahhh
Go-di-ba-ohm
Ahhh
Mum-bah
Hey, hey joy
Hello life
Ta-ra hell
I love me
I glow
Ahhh
Bo-di-da-ohm
Ahhh
Gum-bih
Heart bliss
Ahhh
Ba-le-si-ohm
Ahhh
Yeah-Ooo
Crucified by depression (G.Chelofan)
C-r-u-c-i-f-i-e…
Cardboard people
Auto movements
Meets these eyes
Booming forehead
Twitching fingers
Rocks my world
C-r-u-c-i-f-i-e…
Days are weeks now
Ticking loudly
Time is vast
“We will see you in 5 minutes”
“That is to long!”
C-r-u-c-i-f-i-e…
to top ↑Come on! Reach! (G.Chelofan)
Gloom-jinxed drama haunts yr joy.
Homesick calm pleads: “love me boy”.
Cease the dark.
Kill the nerves.
Light is near.
Come on! Reach! Please!
Funeral wishes eats yr name.
Stranded sun begs: “flee from rain”.
Cease the dark.
Kill the nerves.
Light is near.
Come on! Reach! Please!
Production
Produced and all artwork by Gypus Chelofan.
Mixing & recording
Mixing and recording by Gypus Chelofan, Robert Jønnum and Terje Evensen.
Additional musicians
David Ezra spoken word on track #1.
Anders Tveit bass on track #3 and #5.
Elijah Noah banjo on track #9.
Thanks
This album wouldn´t have been possible without the support and love from “Mamma”, “Pappa” and Christin.