Distress Signals EP

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1.
Oh Ballerina 04:21
You sleep you won’t dream You lay down it won’t be for rest You pull yourself together At the hands of others The hands of others Let them disassemble you Like a model plane in reverse, Dropping vital parts behind the couch Let these snake fingers rub off on you, Leaving prints for the drunken officers… Yet to arrive on the scene Oh ballerina, oh ballerina There’s danger in the ice And will you stay to find out - You were brought here incomplete Don’t you know they broke the mold? Before they were through? ‘Cause they were through with you Oh ballerina, oh ballerina There’s danger in the ice And will you stay to find out - Let them go for the eyes And all the sweetest soft spots combined Oh ballerina, oh ballerina Let these snake fingers rub off on you The curtain falls (It’s only drapery anyway) Dust diva Rundown, low rent, no time for elite, my friend Junkyard skin, it peels off, won’t let light in Rust-covered nails in a soapbox grave Dust diva Oh ballerina…
2.
Pick up the sword Let go of the pen Step up to the plate As that wolf again Air is thick With the stench of fear And if I can smell it What makes you think they won’t? Pick up the sword Let go of the pen Step up to the plate As that wolf again Lost track of the good in man Those blankets Were supposed to put out that fire But we hid, how we hid under them Staining the sheets Smearing the sheets Soaking the sheets With our cowardice Abandon ship! Your seams are showing Blisters from the sores And weak links bonding Build, tear down, build You were born two steps ahead Of every move But baby, two wrongs don’t make a Reich And, uh, my Tourette’s don’t make this right Well, now’s your chance, Last chance for a slow dance Build, tear down, build So you like those comforting sounds, huh?
3.
One of these days he’s gonna crucify himself The ultimate sacrifice for our sins (but mostly his own) No, he can’t turn water to wine, water to wine But he’s got a two-in-one deal on mortal sins The pompous pride fats him through gluttony The enlightened multitasker can chew gum and walk on water The traitor and the martyr There’s a dead guy on the stereo On the stereo On the stereo There’s a dead guy on the stereo On the stereo On the stereo He’s singin’ He’s swingin’ From the ceilin’ Sing it! Sing it! Sing it! SING IT! There’s an art school in heaven Filled with afterlife geniuses Failed Houdinis and rebels without souls The disappearing men You say he cheated death and I say he cheated life You say he fought and lost and I say he left the fight There’s a dead guy on the stereo On the stereo On the stereo There’s a dead guy on the stereo On the stereo On the stereo He’s singin’ He’s swingin’ From the ceilin’ Sing it! Sing it! Sing it! SING IT!
4.
Stick onto the loose ends It’s what creatures of habit do False security Passed on, passed on, passed on Through generations Ignore all natural conclusions We worship We praise We suck up to The calm before the storm Like illiterates making educated guesses We connect the dots ‘Cause the big picture is lost on us As time hunts us down… We worship We praise We suck up to The calm before the storm As time hunts us down… Let’s age beyond our years Let’s stalk the same old haunts Let’s drag ourselves closer Through days plentiful And mangled Like roadkill The good times are here (They postpone the bad)

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released February 15, 2007

Recorded live in NRK Studio 15 by Gunnar Kjellsby. Produced by This Sect and Gunnar Kjellsby. Mastered by Audun Strype. Thanks to Helgar Torgvær. Music by This Sect. Words by Gorak. Artwork by "Onkel" Waldemar Hepstein.

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