Shake the Curse

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1.
IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S THEM All done in your best interest: They clutter through what’s pure in you Pin you down, screw it in, wear you thin They go in easy … Go in easy … Cold hands … Shake hands … Cold hands ... Shake You see, my dear It’s never you You’re sometimes here Real comfort Lies in cruelty Demented love Somewhat motherly Cold hands … Shake hands … Cold hands ... Shake You see, my dear It’s never you You’re sometimes here But in the end It’s them It’s always them The faces that you wore They weren’t yours And all those pieces missing Where did they end up now? When you’ve shed enough skin They’ll build a brand new you You see, my dear It’s never you You’re sometimes here But in the end It’s them It’s always them (The end)
2.
Bookburner 03:15
BOOKBURNER Out burning books Like a crossed out visionary Dead in beat and dead in weight Digging for clues in wet soil Dragging feet in cement shoes Fired up some crutches Ran out of wood When all it takes To get my ten minutes Of warmth Are old books Inked in bad blood Frigid hands are thawing This busy furnace Will have to do As a lobotomy As my lobotomy And if life is a wheel This is the detour Walked a narrow path Along crooked roads Climbed the hills Through their catacombs Got lost in worlds Built on last rites Erasing restricted parts Of wayward documents I’ll wipe the slate clean I’ll cut the noose And shift the blame To clear my name A bookburner A personal History Revisionist A bookburner
3.
LINES ON A TRAIL By default As we get built We get lost In fake blood And surprise endings Because our night, it itches Though we can never call it our own Because when the lights go off That’s when the body, it - It stops We’re stuck, we’re stuck here Stuck in a movement We’re stuck, we’re stuck here Stuck in this moment Like lines on a trail Beating hearts in ragged forms Wobbly skeletons in crowded closets As motions become fractured blurs And we cling to your hands Too afraid to let go We’re stuck, we’re stuck here Stuck in a movement We’re stuck, we’re stuck here Stuck in this moment Like lines on a trail You surely love what you’ve begotten But how can you love what we’ve become? We are ill-defined Though we move, we move just fine We are the clay, the putty in your hands Barely making a dent, never flashing a sign And we cling to your hands Too afraid to let go How we cling to your hands Too afraid to let go We’re stuck, we’re stuck here Stuck in a movement We’re stuck, we’re stuck here Stuck in this moment Like lines on a trail
4.
DETOX THE SOUL What good is a road Paved with good intentions When there are cracks In the sidewalks? Hookers with hearts of gold Are up for show They rub knees raw We rub knees raw Oh, rub knees raw Detox the soul Stigmata needles Like clockwork Are punching holes The trophy daydream has a body, has a form That’s its head firmly mounted on the wall A damn fine conversation piece As we stagger, we limp in line In a life of truth-crime Perfect tans, retarded sunshine Detox the soul Stigmata needles Like clockwork Are punching holes Glorified crutches Sexy yet skeletal Oh so easily impressed By the latest pedestal Glorified crutches Sexy yet skeletal All so easily oppressed By the latest pedestal (Those are dirty fingers on your penis, son)
5.
PARTY LIKE IT'S 1939 Evolution sucked us dry Passed us by Hardly made it through the winter Failed to keep up Failed to meet the standards Rubbish toys On an assembly line Somewhere Along the road We broke ourselves To bend new rules Are you up For yet another re-enactment of the end? Let this be our epitaph Burnt full circle now No, you won’t recognize what you see Somewhere Along the road We broke ourselves To bend new rules I’m gone, I’m gone Just reaping what we’ve sown Somewhere Along the road We broke ourselves To bend new rules
6.
COPULATION CONTROL Pop-pop-pop-pop- population control We’ve seen too much Now shun the touch Pop-pop-pop-pop- population control Oh, our petri dish mess Why get help? Let’s just ... Rest Devour our brothers Let the scent Attract the others Baby, we’re the same We’re not hiding secrets We’re just in ... Hiding Pop-pop-pop-pop- population control Let’s go watch it Watch it grow Cement, concrete, sinew And bone Closure never comes With a wake-up call The ditch where it gets born Is where it buries us all By raw completion Kind of made whole The ties that bind us together All point to cracked mirrors Shaky looks into murky rivers And the weight of the world And our place in this world Pop-pop-pop-pop- population control Copulation control Copulation –
7.
CALLIGRAPHY WITH A BRICK Words aren’t fully formed Aren’t fully formed Incomplete and shivering They just fall out my mouth And cling to my fists Like black cancer tar Syntax lost its meaning Page is like a football street And our ink is bleeding And I try to make sense To communicate Got a point to prove It’ll come across Through grit teeth And slurred words My finer sensibilities Part cooked, part raw Can’t do calligraphy With a brick Can’t shoot Cupid’s bow With snakes for arrows And I try to make sense To communicate Got a point to prove It’ll come across Through grit teeth And slurred words The lump in my head Pulses and throbs As each thump resonates With cluttered echoes Of riddles and regrets And I try to make sense To communicate Got a point to prove It’ll come across Through grit teeth And slurred words Seems like crystal logic! When I was assembled They messed up a spot Should’ve roomed a calm Now it seems like a vacant lot Seems like crystal logic! Got some beauty sleep To catch up on
8.
We Got Love 02:16
WE GOT LOVE Stuck in the inevitable delay We get the luxury to wash it all away Pages of dialogue with fucked up rhymes New regrets to forget, not memorize ‘Cause we got love, love, love A love that’s bigger than us (Slippery and out of touch) Tired mysteries and forgettable daydreams Like sinking ships with bottled-up feelings 32 silver coins and a pot of gold Egg hunts and rainbows You know they never got old But we got love, love, love A love that’s bigger than us (It piles up on top of us) Oh, we got love, love, love A love that’s bigger than us (Slippery and out of touch) Love ...
9.
MAKE SHIT SHINE You stayed up late Compiling lists of lies Another sexy quitter With full sets of alibis Fully aware, That you were born To be the next in line ‘Cause you’re going To hell with style Got ways To make shit ... Shine Apprentice salesman With backroom promises Too much to answer for There’s always room for more And each loss … Will be your gain The everlasting charade Of the reclusive Alpha Male Such a busy body Up against Impossible odds ‘Cause you’re going To hell with style Another silver spoon Blacks out the moon There’s a hollow In your mouth Where your truth Went missing There’s no shudder Yet it’s cold ‘Cause your soul’s Been cheating Yeah, you’re going To hell with style Got ways To make shit ... Shine
10.
HERITAGE CROWN Just like jaded lovers We take turns Take turns The stars In our eyes Got great potential But nothing special We wear each other thin We wear each other out These constant reminders Will do, for you They pull you through It is the work You were set here to do We carry the load Get stuck with the burden We line up the shots As each battle is lost And it drips on down I see the heritage crown I wear it upside down It’s in my blood now You see, The casket I was supposed To drowse off in There’s no peace in it It’s occupied Finite Or infinite It’s occupied Occupied And it drips on down I see the heritage crown I wear it upside down It’s in my blood now But me My flesh is weak It cracks and rips As each day Unhinges those jaws As each day Sinks its teeth in And it drips on down I see the heritage crown I wear it upside down It’s in my blood now And we just couldn’t shake the curse They built catacombs inside of us And all our trials and errors They’d sneak up from behind of us Like hushed info … On a tapped line Hushed … Info And it drips on down I see the heritage crown I wear it upside down It’s in my blood now

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SECT005 | Sect Appeal Records © 2014

Dedicated to the memory of Dagfinn Karlsvik and Ivar Horgmo Fiskevold.

Thanks to Gunnar Kjellsby, Ragnar Skarseth and Carsten Aniksdal for invaluable contributions.

Thanks to all sect family and friends for your support and patience.

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released May 23, 2014

Music by This Sect | Words by Gøran Karlsvik | Produced by Gunnar Kjellsby and This Sect | Mastered by Audun Strype

Vocals: Gøran Karlsvik | Guitars: Thomas Alkärr & Ole Andreas Hagen | Synth: Are Bøhm | Bass: Øystein H. Horgmo | Drums: Klaus Kristensen

Guitar solo on ‘We got love’: Ragnar Skarseth
Additional guitar and vocals on ‘Heritage crown’: Gunnar Kjellsby

Kalaallit Nunaat photos by Carsten Aniksdal | Band photo & cover design by Øystein H. Horgmo

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