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EXPANDING CHAOS - EXPANDING CHAOS

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1. ARE WE PLAYING THE SAME BEAT?

Spelar vi i samma takt egentligen?
Vad sa du?
Spelar vi i samma takt egentligen?
Ja, jag tror faktiskt det.

2. GHOSTWOOD

Twentysix yards into the forrest,
Two men, White and Black, can see a hypnotic light
They must go, but by curiosity or command?

The light sings, like a hummingbird,
Or a powerstation, or a tuningfork
It doesn't matter, they find it beautiful

When they reach the light
They suddenly feel the ground disappear
Everything looses it's shapes

Then they find themselves in a strange hall
Light flicker, strobe of strangeness
Eye swaying on seasick cameraman

Wild is the eyes of the lost men,
In fright of slow-motion moaning,
The chanting and the children's scream

White looks up from hiding hands,
A figure in robes stands pointing
At a table strangely lit in smoke

Black dances lying on the floor,
He can see fairies dancing with him
As tiny fire-flies above a fire

The robe-clad ghost of don Giovanni
Sits opposite to white at the table,
Upon which a chess-board is placed

White is black, so don Giovanni move first,
Great force drives the tower into black flank
As the machinegun fires shells at nothing

Heavy machinery keep talking through
The walls of the corridor were Black
Is running through sounds of metal and chains

When White falls to his knees and hide his face
He begin to feel cold and start to shake
A choir makes him look up at the altar and a cross

He stares at nothing as he finds himself in the void:
In fear he notices how empty and icy it is
As the beholder spreads his wings and circle to heaven

Black dreams on a white table as the owl watches
from above it can see everything below
All around is children playing strange little games

One of them is abuseing a roll of tape:
Attaching Black's left hand to a star
That has been drawn on his forehead

Another child is drawing another star
Just below the umbilical cord
That's where the other hand is placed

White appears to notice a opening in the game,
He smiles madly, and move the queen into
The ghosts batallion of carved bones

Then the room is expanding, the table travels
The beholder is circling from three back to twelve,
Where we can see a beautiful girl in a forbidden pose

As Black's eyes roll to place he is crouching
Inside a small hole in the ground he's naked,
He's cold and shaking around the hole is five cats

From his pocket White takes a gun, caliber small,
He caresses it gently, as if it was a part of him
Then he points it at he girl and says: I'll come in your mouth

Her head explode and there is a rain of blood
The furious don Giovanni slams his fists to the table in anger
Fury and screams and sirens and noise is hurting White's ears

A light is decending in front of Black,
who is back from the pit with a bowl of candy in his hands
As bells begin to chime above, a voice is heard from the light

"Your mind must go, or we can't tell you anything Right?"
The voice is dry and dull like cardboard as it states:
"Tell me if you think you are suitable for this message"

"We are not evil, we are just of another kind
Please forgive us if we are unconvenient
Sorry if we are scary Friends?"

White tries to grasp the robe, but strong hands gripe him
Sharp knives burns his wrist full of magic signs:
Aloha! Var hälsad! Greetings! This is number 234384

Then suddenly, by blast of blinding light
Their stomachs turn as their balance goes wild
The surrounding colonades kindly keep them upright

Slowly the sickness is fading, then they discover
That the columns they leaned at, seem to be treas
Twentysix yards away is their house

With tears in their eyes
They look at each other, silent
What is there to say?

3. NUMBER THREE

4. THE RIVER OF REASON

The river is flowing downhill from me
winding its way into the valley
Summon the ghost of dramatic perception
to write the redemptive song of enchantment

Forever the flowers regenerate their roots
building a complex communion below
Descend to the dormant factory of life
Ascend from the fiery vortex of the sun

Limitless light scream of information
whispering to the angels of perception
The image of ten cats can be offensive
tell the story of a thousand dreams

Cease the search of inner sanctum
abandon the survey of your lamentation
Travel through the desert of the oceans
and the sphinx will sing about the key

Dance with the maiden of etheral laughter
embrace the caressing touch of the bee
In certain places milk and honey flows
recive the eggs of enviromental needs

Leprous children of a revolting christ
sucks the worms from his rotting corpse
Drained of free will they succumb to death
they lay down and the master bite in blood

The unborn child of seven forgotten creatures
floats alone in a bottle of silverclouds
He knows the secret I left in your hands
the key to all things I have spoken of now

5. MEATGRINDER JAZZ

6. THE BEST LAID PLANS OF BIRDS AND SHEEP

7. THE RIVER II

8. FLOWER-DEMON

9. NO MORE CABLES

No more cables!

10. EXIT

TILL ALLA SÅNGTEXTER
TILL FAKTA OM SKIVAN