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A Good Friday Spell (2002)

by The Thin Young Men / The Nameless

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1.
I UNDER AUTUMNAL RAIN DISTINCT. The crippled man is speaking "I have suffered enough For not following you, have I not?" Listen to the narrowing sound The lower waves there, and hollow thorns I'll walk a little under that light In Salvat (give it a thought or two) Give a thought or two to compulsion Wonderful's not the same in those liquids Near the spirit's edge To say something wise about loneliness, Or something wise about the human mind Honey will end the loss of routine Waltzing with a girl whose name is White Flower Thank God all are reminding each other But hearts do come out of chests "Yes, we were in the park Under an almost autumnal rain, I tried to act like a gentleman With the umbrella; Offering my soul to Set" "The old language isn't enough, I finally managed to lit my heart With the ageless flame” If you're willing to stay Make sure it isn't hard to breathe It'll be just fine, verily
2.
(Poet)aster 05:06
II (POET)ASTER (Blackened roses on my grave is an old song title) Burning in velleity the sad part Cleansing dives without a reason Three quarters of an hour It was the same image Idle along when dreaming, Then want a palace in the garden And a heart ages old What heals a little, What heals our pettiness ”It would be fine If something bad happened to them” .....Psyche...... Where are your selves laid Nineteen for the chronicle Those things on my grave were not alone (They were not, they were not alive) It was deepened that autumn Let the florescence turn brighter With a peace and chrysanthemums found Venetian blinds did cut the sight On the horizon of March Dear, I was still in a feverish realm Looking at its brim My will is so terrible "I don't mind this, transcend in the bus The hotbed and all resentment; I'm so damn glad I'm ahead of them”
3.
Beaurepaire 05:03
III BEAUREPAIRE Dressed in carmine We met again on a bridge Stared the water beneath And the lilies floating there Oh the fate in my hands With every coincidence on the streets Whether it's good luck or not, My loving Adèle Who'll be there this spring To hope it's built above cliches And read me through these eyes How could I show The wounded and wandering knight, With golden numbers on the chestplate Riding the horse of a dead knight to a chapel Yes, for an accident to take place on a bridge The crippled will pour it down gleaming And send forth........ "I have a trembling body, thrown deeper after this; Its pieces glimmer for me" With a violin the end of love These lines brought emptiness, No grass here greener We are watching a black-and-white movie And your violin is heard, it's moving the innocent In pure songs the water's cold
4.
A Decent Man 05:17
IV A DECENT MAN A GOOD FRIDAY SPELL There'll be no burdens to darken the green A place of living brought an ordeal Here's the coffin you know Where are we going tonight, who'll ask Hey, branches are trying to get out of there And I'm fond of the weather Yes, what a truth it was You'd never seen me that silent The wet evening street, Vanity clear and stretching away To work upon it coherent Remember that line of old-fashioned lamps I couldn't tell you anything, with a broken habit And the grey wall followed in the left I let it all rain down of course And how long it took Just a spell to get myself in order I was right in that it works And wrong in a few other things The bleached and our resentment Think it as a kind of secret I've tried so much, and are you going To watch these steps hoping that I'll grieve
5.
V SOMNOLENCE OUT Muse in clasping arms for a city that is lonely Who's gonna take a walk around the corner Here I slept and my wishes at home didn't work so well Crave highly for languish, more and more tired "No sorrow's forever with me, Though sometimes I still go over the edge" Leaves may have withered The floor of the dance For an illhearted As December went away And I had written to you, but not like a poet The crippled to fall for your rose There's a holy wine I used to have a broken chalice A coffin in the middle of the room Dark blue walls There were pieces on the floor A theatre I could say Until the trees of Cherbourg seduced me Into a different kind of romanticism
6.
The Red Wine 09:21
VI THE RED WINE Burning and velleity the sad part Cleansing dives without a reason Three quarters of an hour It was the same image Idle along when dreaming, Then want a palace in the garden And a heart ages old What heals all now Adhere to the Word It would have been fine If something real had happened .....Psyche...... Where are your selves laid Nineteen for the chronicle (Honorable / Poetaster is an old song title) Those things on my grave were not alone It was deepened that autumn Let the florescence turn brighter With a peace and chrysanthemums found Venetian blinds did cut the sight On the horizon of March Dear, I was still in a feverish realm Looking at its brim But I've come to hold your hand The need again graciously The time is different, Don't transcend in the bus For the hotbed and the wine now bottled I'm so damn glad I'm here and sane
7.
The Shape 06:28
VII THE SHAPE To bliss whenever quiet It's a slow move, lying on the bed But many have done it before With heavens of archaic fathers Towards a terrible spire That's why I'm still eager to have cream And jewelry in tongues, using violet When harmless orchids are tied together And a frame of something Pour everything down your throat For the only love and the life I admit you're a beauty Though only a picture The word Nature means "that which is born" The memory begun to live Let's go somewhere else, to have a new glassful It's an old wine I saw the crippled man And he had bitter-looking company "Now you have all the time in the world To spend with me"

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UNDER AUTUMNAL RAIN DISTINCT.
(POET)ASTER
BEAUREPAIRE
A DECENT MAN
SOMNOLENCE OUT
THE RED WINE
THE SHAPE

The Thin Young Men:
Tomi Pekkola / Guitars, Vocals, Bass and Keys
Jussi Matikainen / Drums and Percussion
Antti Filppu / Written Spells, Vocals and Occasional Guitar

Recorded in July-August 2000 (music) and August 2001 (vocals) at Vehkalahtisali Studio by Matikainen / who also mastered the mixing with a fine delay / The songs were composed between March 1999 and April 2000 / All music and arrangements by Pekkola & TYM / although an invisible hand did help with the last minutes of Somnolence Out / and some other things, too / like the writing of this little spell / as it was all coming and going (ever since March-July 1999) / until Good Friday 2000 finally brought the spirit and the word together / And the axis worked well with the wheel of this millennium / A part of The Red Wine was recorded in March 1995 / Back then it was called Blackened Roses On My Grave, and bass was played by Mikko Nenonen / Dedicated to all the Poetasters in this world ("those who write inferior poetry”)!


A GOOD FRIDAY SPELL: there'll be no burdens to darken the green / a place of living brought an ordeal / here's the coffin you know / where are we going tonight, who'll ask /hey, branches are trying to get out of there / and i'm fond of the weather / yes, what a truth it was / you'd never seen me that silent / the wet evening street, vanity clear and stretching away / to work upon it coherent / remember that line of old-fashioned lamps / i couldn't tell you anything, with a broken habit / and the grey wall followed in the left / i let it all rain down of course / and how long it took / just a spell to get myself in order / i was right in that it works and wrong in a few other things / the bleached and our resentment / think it as a kind of secret / i've tried so much, and are you going to watch these steps hoping that i'll grieve

(POET)ASTER / THE RED WINE: burning and velleity the sad part / cleansing dives without a reason / three quarters of an hour / it was the same image / idle along when dreaming, then want a palace in the garden and a heart ages old / what heals all now / adhere to the word / it would have been fine if something real had happened / psyche / where are your selves laid / nineteen for the chronicle / those things on my grave were not alone / it was deepened that autumn / let the florescence turn brighter / with a peace and chrysanthemums found / venetian blinds did cut the sight on the horizon of march / dear, i was still in a feverish realm / looking at its brim / but i've come to hold your hand / the need again graciously / the time is different, don't transcend in the bus / for the hotbed and the wine now bottled / i'm so damn glad i'm here and sane

UNDER AUTUMNAL RAIN DISTINCT.: the crippled man is speaking / "i have suffered enough for not following you, have i not?" / listen to the narrowing sound / the lower waves there, and hollow thorns / i'll walk a little under that light / in salvat (give it a thought or two) / give a thought or two to compulsion / wonderful's not the same in those liquids / near the spirit's edge / to say something wise about loneliness, or something wise about the human mind / honey will end the loss of routine / waltzing with a girl whose name is white flower / thank god all are reminding each other / but hearts do come out of chests / "yes, we were in the park under an almost autumnal rain, i tried to act like a gentleman with the umbrella; offering my soul to set" / "the old language isn't enough, i finally managed to lit my heart with the ageless flame" / if you're willing to stay make sure it isn't hard to breathe / it'll be just fine, verily

THE SHAPE: to bliss whenever quiet / it's a slow move, lying on the bed / but many have done it before / with heavens of archaic fathers towards a terrible spire / that's why i'm still eager to have cream and jewelry in tongues, using violet / when harmless orchids are tied together / and a frame of something / pour everything down your throat / for the only love and the life / i admit you're a beauty / though only a picture / the word nature means "that which is born" / the memory begun to live / let's go somewhere else, to have a new glassful / it's an old wine / i saw the crippled man and he had bitter-looking company / "now you have all the time in the world to spend with me"

SOMNOLENCE OUT: muse in clasping arms / for a city that is lonely / who's gonna take a walk around the corner / here i slept and my wishes at home didn't work so well / crave highly for languish, more and more tired / "no sorrow's forever with me, though sometimes i still go over the edge" / leaves may have withered / the floor of the dance for an illhearted / as december went away / and i had written to you, but not like a poet / the crippled to fall for your rose / there's a holy wine / i used to have a broken chalice / a coffin in the middle of the room / dark blue walls / there were pieces on the floor / a theatre i could say / until the trees of cherbourg seduced me into a different kind of romanticism

BEAUREPAIRE: dressed in carmine / we met again on a bridge / stared the water beneath and the lilies floating there / oh the fate in my hands with every coincidence on the streets / whether it's good luck or not, my loving adèle / who'll be there this spring / to hope it's built above cliches / and read me through these eyes / how could i show / the wounded and wandering knight, with golden numbers on the chestplate / riding the horse of a dead knight to a chapel / yes, for an accident to take place on a bridge / the crippled will pour it down gleaming and send forth / "i have a trembling body, thrown deeper after this; its pieces glimmer for me" / with a violin the end of love / these lines brought emptiness, no grass here greener / we are watching a black-and-white movie / and your violin is heard, it's moving the innocent / in pure songs the water's cold

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released April 6, 2007

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