A Good Friday Spell

by The Nameless Thin Young Men

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UNDER AUTUMNAL RAIN DISTINCT.
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

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 September 20, 2007

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Track Name: Under Autumnal Rain Distinct.
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
Track Name: Aster
II ASTER

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
(Blackened roses on my grave 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
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”
Track Name: Beaurepaire
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
Track Name: A Decent Man
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
Track Name: Somnolence Out
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
Track Name: The Red Wine
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
Track Name: The Shape
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"