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Pain of Salvation - Falling Home

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Pain of Salvation'2014

Falling HomeRelease by: InsideOutMusic

(acoustic album)


Pain of Salvation - Falling Home
The length can be different in the booklet, in the player and on the different disks.
1. Stress

(05:32)

2. Linoleum

(04:54)

3. To the Shoreline

(03:03)

4. Holy Diver
    (dy Dio.)

(04:34)

5. 1979

(02:53)

6. Chain Sling

(04:07)

7. Perfect Day
    (by Lou Reed.)

(04:51)

8. Mrs. Modern Mother Mary

(04:23)

9. Flame to the Moth

(04:30)

10. Spitfall

(06:42)

11. Falling Home

(03:05)

Bonus(es):
6. She Likes to Hide

(02:57)

12. King of Loss

(07:12)



 
Stress
(Watching corners and crossing
Watching all the red lights
Watching the stress
Watching beggars and bankers and rushing cars
I'm drowning in this mess)

Help me! Rescue me! Save me! Set me free! (watching all the stress)

It is strange - among all people I feel alone.
Very strange - despite the sun I'm cold to the bone!
If this is progress let me out!

Up on the rooftops I feel alive - lovely detached from the human hive.
Up on the rooftops I feel so free.
Far from the city that's suffocating me.

(Watching corners and crossings
Watching all the red lights
Watching the stress
Watching beggars and bankers and rushing cars
I'm drowning in this mess)

Is this what we want?

I believe: beneath the surface we turn to stone.
Can't you see? You meet your neighbors over the phone!
I'm awake - watch me! I'll escape - watch me!
If this is progress help me to regress!

Alone by the ocean I feel alive - lovely detached from the human hive.
Alone by the ocean I feel so free.
Far from the city that's suffocating me.

You live too shallow act too deep! Fail to sow but proudly reap!
...And you still need more!
Indians show us where you're from
Stress indicates what we'll all become!

In time you'll awake!
In time you'll escape!
In time you'll awake!
You'll see what's at stake!
Is this what we want? ...is this what we need?
 
 
Linoleum
She keeps the world at bay
With walls built to stand come-what-may
And with that coldness on display, they held until today
She would hold her own
Running all alone
Ridding her road of every grain
To stay in control

But now
She cries
Alive

Suddenly she is down on all four
And the walls will support her no more
Cries her eyes out like never before
Onto this linoleum
The bottled up and stored

She's won every war
And when she's out that door
She will push ahead of you, frowning at the poor
She would move so fast not to end up last
Aiming for the finish line
To smile at those she'd passed

But now
She cries
Alive

Suddenly she is down on all four
And the walls will support her no more
Cries her eyes out like never before
Onto this linoleum
The bottled up. And stored --

And sometimes
Oh, just sometimes
That's really all it takes:
A hand on her shoulder
Then she breaks

Sometimes that's really all it takes:
(Yes then)
A word of kindness and she breaks
(She breaks)
And then the sum of damage done
(Well she breaks)
Spills out on stale linoleum
(She breaks)

Sometimes that's really all it takes:
(She breaks)
A gentle touch and then she breaks
(She breaks)
To see the sum of damage done
(She breaks)
Stain this linoleum
(Oh, she breaks)

Sometimes that's really all it takes:
(Oh, she breaks)
A word or touch and then we break
(Oh, she breaks)
And all this world's linoleum
(She breaks)
Can't hold the sum of damage done --

(She's becoming her last casualty)
Itsy bitsy Spider
Climbed the water spout
(If she breaks then at last she'll be free)
Down Came the Rain
And washed the spider out
(But she keeps it together once more)
Now she stays on the ground
So she'll never fall
(And runs another day to fight another war)
See she would rather drown
Than lose control
 
 
To the Shoreline
I'm far from sober.
And she's far from sane.
When she takes my hand and she pulls me away.

She leads me down to the shoreline.
She leads me down to the shoreline.
She leads me down to the sea.
She pulls me into the water.
And then she whispers to me:

"Love, you know that I can make you stronger.
Love, you know that I can make you brave.
But there's one thing that you must remember:
That I am too far gone for you to save."

Sand through her fingers.
The night slips away.
She gave me her body.
But never her name.

I followed her to the shoreline.
I'd follow her to the grave.
Two sinking ships in the darkness.
And we are much too close to break away.

And I know that she will make me stronger.
And I know that she will make me see.
And I know that she will make me younger.
But I don't know what more she'll do to me.

And she said:
"You know that I can make you stronger.
Love, you know that I can make you brave.
But there's one thing that you must remember:
That I am too far gone for you to save."
 
 
Holy Diver
(dy Dio.)
Holy Diver
You've been down too long in the midnight sea
Oh, what's becoming of me?
Ride the tiger
You can see his stripes but you know he's clean
Oh, don't you see what I mean?

Gotta get away
Holy Diver! Yeah

Shiny diamonds
Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue
Something is coming for you... Look out!
Race for the morning
You can hide in the sun 'till you see the light
Oh, we will pray it's all right

Gotta get away, get away

Between the velvet lies
There's a truth that's hard as steel, yeah
The vision never dies
Life's a never ending wheel! Say:

Holy Diver
You're the star of the masquerade
No need to look so afraid
Jump, jump... Jump on the tiger
You can feel his heart but you know he's mean
Some light can never be seen! Yeah

Holy Diver
You've been down too long in the midnight sea
Oh, what's becoming of me? No, no!
Ride the tiger
You can see his stripes but you know he's clean
Oh, don't you see what I mean?

Gotta get away, get away
Gotta get away, get away, yeah
Holy Diver...
 
 
1979
It was '79 and the world seemed more kind.
And it was still okay to be modest.
The sixties were gone but their soul lingered on.
And the eighties were still just a promise.
And I remember me and you.
Two children of six still playing with sticks.
And whatever we found in the forest.
Our grandpas were strong and our parents still young.
And the world seemed a little more honest.
And I remember me and you.
All still fine.
1979.
Left behind.
1979.
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
'Cause I remember.
Me and you.
 
 
Chain Sling
"Please let me be yours please never leave
Please stay here close to me
All love we shared where is it now?
Please let me be better than I was
Please don't give up on us
The thought of leaving you - I don't know how"

"I can feel the pain you have inside
I see it in your eyes
Those eyes that used to shine for me
I can feel the wildness in your heart
That's tearing us apart
My love how can I help if you don't want me?"

"There is nothing you can do to help me now
I am lost within myself as so many times before
There's nothing you can do to ease my pain
I am so, so sorry but if you love me you must let go"

Two young souls in the dance of a chain sling
Love once born from the ink of Solitude
Bidding to dance in the swing of a rope end
Walking their Remedy Lane trough this interlude of pain

Who will be there now?
When I lose one true love?
(When I lose my love)
I am falling now
Darkness below and above

There is nothing you can do to help me now
I am lost within myself as so many times before
There's nothing you can do to ease my pain
I am so, so sorry but if you love me you must let go

Two young souls in the dance of a chain sling
Love once born from the ink of Solitude
Bidding to dance in the swing of a rope end
Walking their Remedy Lane through this interlude of pain

Who will be there now
When I lose my one true love?
(I am falling now)
Have I lost Myself?
To love someone else...

"Please let me be yours please never leave
Please stay here close to me
All love we shared where is it now?
Please let me be better than I was
Please don't give up on us
The thought of leaving you..."

I do not know how
 
 
Perfect Day
(by Lou Reed.)
Just a perfect day
Drink Sangria in the park
And then later
When it gets dark, we go home

Just a perfect day
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later
A movie, too, and then home

Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It's such fun

Just a perfect day
You made me forget myself
I thought I was
Someone else, someone good

Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
 
 
Mrs. Modern Mother Mary
(We'll cut you down to size)
There is a woman burning at the center square
Raven black eyes and long let out hair
Screaming, while cloaked vultures holier-than-thou circle and glare
At sweat drops on pale skin like satin
And as the raging flames work her into cinder
Said in their defense:
Stupidity and ignorance, prejudice and intolerance
All sound so much wiser when dressed up in Latin

Life will never be the same
I have a bigger world since I found God
Truth will never be the same
I'm in a righter mind since I found God
(I found God)
I found...

Mrs. Modern Mother Mary, all pale and weary
From raising her overweight kids in the outskirts of Suburbia
On a nice Christian gender based salary
And a church she can merely attend
And there on the flip-side of Caucasia we see
Miss Modern Mary Magdalene gone Deep Throat
On international cable TV

So you keep talking about progress and equality
But to me, the crusade is still on my friend

Silly me who always thought
Life was for the living
And giving in to lust
Was all to give and to be given

Life will never be the same
I have a better view since I found God
Guilt will never be the same
I'm on a higher ground since I found God
I found God...

Life will never be the same
I have a better view now
There's always someone else to blame
I'm on the winning team now
Death will never be the same
I'm in the faster lane now
No more am I the one to blame
I have a jester cause now

Love will never be the same
Lust will never be the same
Shame will never be the same
I will never be the same
And
You will never be the same
 
 
Flame to the Moth
I long for the summer
I long for the sun, gently touching my face
I'll open my eyes, let it burn every splinter
Unleash desert storms on its way to my heart

And I had this coming every day of my life
This is where I stop fighting, eyes open wide

You took this blade and cut a wreck
And in one blow laid bare your neck
Where did we go wrong?

I once had blue eyes, hungry and wise
Now they are black from this dark age of lies
We're all privatized, industrialized
We capitalize on the beams in our eyes
It's all in the eyes

Eyes - tearing with sorrow
Burning with anger and passion and lust
The swift wind of thought
Of wildness and laughter
The soil of defiance
The firm ground of trust

We had this coming - every day of our lives
We should start fighting for eyes open wide

But I am put here, in this world gone insane
Where everything's for sale
From nature, over stars down to DNA
Then I can gladly say
That I'd be the first to break that norm
Any day, any way
And the last to join the ranks
To hunt down the Daily Threat
Or any other brand of prey

You took this blade and cut a wreck
And in one blow laid bare your neck
Where did we go wrong?

We once had blue eyes, probing the skies
Now they are blackened from this modern life
All privatized, industrialized - a failure
Offensive and sore to the eye

One small step for man
Maybe this time I'll fly
And if I hit the ground, it's the way we all die
We are wrecks of the cut
Soups of the season
With dollar sign scars
From this dark age of treason

We all know how to cry
Then we learn how to smile
How to smile
We're all telling the truth
Tell us the truth!
Then we learn how to lie
And oh, how we lie
Now we lie

When you bow your heads tomorrow
At the world we build today
I want you to remember
That I stood my ground and said no (say no)
I said no...
Say no!
 
 
Spitfall
1: Introducing Star

We saw you every day with your hands on your crotch and so much to say
You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors
To neon striped BMWs and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos,
All cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
Now when you're a star, when you've reached this far
And the world really knows who you are (really?)
You show off your six black Mercedeses and drink Crystal like they all do
And the poor outside your gates appall you,
And the only hood you see is the one on your car
Do you even have a clue as to who you are?
Bro, I don't think so
I mean Mercedes, what a stiff old dull fart's republican shit car
Sick of hearing you preach to the poor like before,
Only now you're a coward, only letting TV through your door
Getting older, take a bow and just go
The rage on the stage getting colder like your hits on the chart,
But then the talk shows can still get you hard
Doin' rhymes on your prime time fistfights
And spittin' grime in the limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder,
A boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over

There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall


2: Thus Quote the Craving

You're so fucking lost that with all of the costs
You still don't see that in reality
The one thing you fail to buy yourself is a personality
You're trapped in a mould of the rap, you sell but you're sold
I mean, can't believe that you're paying all that gold to some home decorator that hands you buckets of conformity
Seems you're losing your way together with your policy man,
Ending up with a new definition of poverty - it's a joke
Like those you make in every video to reach the kids with the dough,
With every copied "aha yo" and worn out "bro"
Guess what we need is yet another clown who can feed our breed with another look and hooker hook
Now when "bitch" is mundane you take the lead with "wassup ho" and let TV blur your mouth once more
Just what we need in every store, thus quote the craving: "forever more!"
You're so right - a shiny knight on a white steed, truly a hero
Yeah right
Fuck you - fuck you right down to the core!
You know what? You're just another "Parental Advisory" bore!

There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall...
When you're rappin' your shit y'all


3: Redefining Vomatorium

(Yo)
I guess when you're that loaded you'd better empty the barrel
Every chance you get, is that so?
Empty your word and pose magazine, in magazine after magazine,
Let every shot go, let the shit flow
'Cause the show must go on and on and on - you're it bro!
But it's sad to know, when your star implodes, all that shit hits the fans, just like your words back when you shone
But it's getting late in the game, trapped in repeating your name, again and again,
Like you're scared we'll forget it
Can't blame you, apart from that name you're all embarrassingly the same, it's so lame - can't you get it?
And perhaps you are right in that fear - more sane than you appear in your self deploring cock obsessive koks delirium
But I say, to me you just redefine the old Romans' vomatorium

There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you claim that you have fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall...


4: Man of the Masses

You're a man of the masses, took all the classes
Their asses are yours
All those bores who are paying the bills for your palace uphills
And your pills that will help you proceed in your greed
You are free of the chains that you need on your fans to adore, to kneel down before you,
More precious to you than your brains and your hands
They live for you!
If you could just see this old tree, this patriarchic hierarchy, up where you want to be, you need miles of roots to lick your boots
Don't you see?
You're a man of the masses, you need all those asses, their fate to relate to the one that you were
Do you know who you are? Who are you? Not the one in your words that they buy
They concur, you conquer, though a natural flunker,
You need them to stay not fly, to obey like the dogs that they are, the cogs under the hood of your Mercedes car
They will pay for your trip to the stiff upper lip
You're a man of the masses, your trip is a journey through classes
You are high, they are low, and you need it to be so
See, without them you'd be nothing more than before, and you know that's not much
It's just or unjust such: just a sad little man... with his hand on his crotch

There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall...
The longer the spit falls...
When you're rappin' your shit y'all


5: YO

You're just another "Parental Advisory" sticker surfing beach boy
Yo!
 
 
Falling Home
I am an old bird
Careworn from flying
I'm caught in a downwind
Far from home

I used to fly
I was fire
Mine was the sky and the sun
Now I am lost and I'm tired
But maybe I'm too far gone
And my wings too beaten and torn
'Cause I spin and I stall
But I hope if I fall
I am falling home
To you

I should be home now
Done with this wild sky
My only hope now
Is falling home
Falling home
I'm falling home
I'm falling home

I used to fly
I was fire
Mine was the sky and the sun
Now I am lost and I'm tired
But I'm too far gone
And my wings too beaten and torn
And I spin and I stall
But I hope if I fall
I am falling home
Falling home...

...To you
 
 
She Likes to Hide
She likes to hide.
She likes to hide.
She likes to hide, and I don't know why.
I'd ask but she's too hard to find.
She likes to hide.

This Tuesday I almost tried to ask her why
But she got that look in her eyes.
She likes to hide.
She likes to hide.

Last night I asked her why, and first she smiled,
But then she just broke down and cried.
She likes to hide.
She likes to hide.

She told me that she'll be fine, but I'm pretty sure that she lied.
See, she likes to hide.

She plays this game where I'm supposed to find out the reason why she likes to hide.
She plays that game each night.
I fail to find out, 'cause I am where I like to hide,
I am where I like to hide,
I am where I like to hide,
I am where I like to hide.
 
 
King of Loss
Mother, at my first breath
Every paragraph was set
As I inhaled the scent of debt
Mother, that first stolen air
Taken as a legal sign
On papers saying I'm not mine

"We crown you, the King of Loss...
Better get on your feet
Best be one of us
Better get yourself on the list
For success
Dress up as a State investment
Charm the press
A breed from the seed of only
One short breath"

Mother, hence we cry:
Some of us are free to stand
Most of us are bound to lie
In those bloodstained beds
No one can afford to pay
The prices on their babies' heads

I am the King of Loss!
For every dear smile I feel I'm not one of us
"An ivory coin for every plus on your stone"

"One more governmental blade
Now drawn from its sheath
Quite a bargain I'd say since either way
You will live by the show of our teeth!"

Mother, I wish that we could talk
You see
I'm not fit to play this game
Bound by its rules just the same
My talents turned to talons
Every monetary pile
Will buy me a precious smile... smile...

So smile for the King of Loss
Feed from the juices
Bleeding from this cross
Then tell me our lives mean more
Than this vain thirst!

"A governmental blade
Drawn from its private sheath
Quite a bargain I'd say, since either way
You'll be living by the show of our..."

I hold up my head
This was my life
Now I'm with the dead
So I lay my bare neck
This is your call
Dub a king or a wreck

(Mother, listen to me mother)

This was my life
This is your call

Is this all I am? Is this all I'll be?
This is not enough!

We're all crying for respect and attention
We're all dying for a painless redemption!
This is not what I wanted
But for every drop of blood I lost myself
I, too, lay bleeding on the sidewalk...

Mother
Long live the dying king

"A governmental blade
Now drawn from its private sheath
Quite a bargain I'd say, since either way
I will live by the show of your teeth..."
 
Lineup:
Daniel Gildenlow (Daniel Gildenlow) - vocal, guitar
Daniel Karlsson - keys, organ, back-vocal, bass guitar
Ragnar Zolberg - guitar, back-vocal
Gustaf Hielm - bass guitar, back-vocal
Leo Margarit - drums, back-vocal

Guests:
Roger Ojersson (Roger Öjersson) - guitar
 
Produced by Daniel Gildenlow.



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