HARD RAIN FELL
IN THE CELLAR
NIGHT CAFE & CONVERSATIONS
Jussi Matikainen / Drums and Percussion
Antti Filppu / Text Messages and Vocals
Ilona Laitinen / Bass
TREVRIZENT SPEAKS: ”These glad tidings tell of the True Lover. He is a light that shines through all things, unwavering in His love. Those to whom He shows His love find contentment in it. His wares are of two sorts: He offers the world love and anger. Now ask yourself which helps more. The unrepentant sinner flees God’s love: but he that atones for his sins serves Him for His noble favour. He that passes through men’s thoughts bears such Grace. Thoughts keep out the rays of the sun, thoughts are shut away without a lock, are secure from all creatures. Thoughts are darkness unlit by any beam. But of its nature, the Godhead is translucent, it shines through the wall of darkness and rides with an unseen leap..."
A PLACE TO HIDE IN THIS CITY: "naming these would make me feel bad, i wouldn't like to name these" / “…like to name these…” / only one would not embitter you / tragedy and whorehouse / "the likes of me went hiding there for the little girls" / and the last tango will be new again / and you can tell them / what happened to the d___efloor, it’s empty of gold / where did you get your eye / "the likes of me went hiding there for the little girls, wrymouthed" / and they’ll come asking / will they answer /(où as-tu trouvé ton oeil) / where did you get your eye / answer in english / "why did you let me suffer"
THE WARMTH: the light throwing us out / bright or not, it’s the same / little did people know / what holds them for a while / and friends who are lonely / how is it with yours, how is it with yours /(how it is with yours, how it is with yours) / the stranger the hours through / to be reading the seventh key / and for being sorry / someone else’s much worse / in healthier cities, they’re sleeping together / i’m hearing old curses / miserly come from elsewhere / of having each other / i’ll give my word for this fever / helping the heart to give up / i’ll get rid of the worthless, get rid of the worthless / it’s better now, to go and lie beside / the swans on the english river are pale / we’ve seen shame in spells, when failing / "...when failing, when failing...when failing, when failing..." / i’d like to have them so / they wouldn’t hurt in warmth / in red at dark / i could give up, everything / whenever the evening’s fine, whenever the evening's fine
HARD RAIN FELL: none of these names would ever live without us / and we already knew them / save us from forgetting how it happened / 'cause they were all taken, they were all taken along / from the lonely crowd (the lonely ground) to wither together / we could ask if anyone's helpless / and what it's like to fail in love / i have lied so often / are there any chances to leave
PARK ROMANTICISM: i didn’t mind / i’m not bitter / the very few times and the years spent / “god, it’s been empty” / something to feel without coming close / i live in the midst of beautiful parks, beautiful streets / we don’t have to try / sour (with amphigories) there’ll be no last / long enough for me / the street by night it's full, of what kind / to your place after this / hear the dirge, then you’re back / “the wind’ll break the glass but i don’t mind if it rains inside” / and to find love (thinking to find love) / would you like me to write it down for you / gone outside in the room upstairs / following the dim light of the lamps / the grief fell for a moment and grew into a storm / enough loss to be here / not gone with the others until now / and i’ll be veiling the leaves this year, also
IN THE CELLAR: trying to think in curves, not getting wet / without a coat of any sort / for the musing, how i liked the sound of it / the end of the month / just the stairs down to the park, more ill in the soul / drinking and smoking / i had to sleep to see the gold / what boredom rising to tell some girl it happens, the ladies’ men rest / if you’ll let me love this world, the two floors / while still in the line / seen there through the crowd / we’re right when hesitating / now over a year ago / in the early morning i was told i blew it, hurrying (from the dead ends of my life) / in the dead ends of my life / and even the bliss of touch / merely a wish, merely a wish / i needed it more than ever before (but i couldn’t leave) / in that other park we stood on the grass / i’ll sit here quietly and melt into this terrible noise (even though they're closing) / sleep it off, cypress / sleep drunkenness
NIGHT CAFE & CONVERSATIONS: already so late / are there (many) places to visit / i let it begin, to hide the worries without fail from this / and you speak to me in french / and you'll care for me, i've been wondering if i'm sensitive after all / i was wondering if i'm sensitive / no sugar for us / and when you're laughing i don't recognize it / any hard feelings from right to left / sickened, they'd hate the tango for me / without them there would be not much hope / "a cup of coffee for the memory and another for the sorrow" / and you speak to me / where are you, where are you / what an anchor my happiness will be / in another state / paper weighing a lot / levity brought to these pieces / and who went dancing in slow motion / later on, we fed some lies / and what you had expected / not that great after all / “but my heart's not as black as your coffee and you're not french, either”
ANCHORAGE: "glowing we opened safely over the anger in it, but i’m not sure what it is" / could you weave me a chance and white clothes / and take these coins from my hand / "forget there's a thank you, 'cause i'm not sure (oh i don't know) if i can think of anything worth the cold eye" / what has now found itself / "i’m so into this that i’ll be drowned" / and then for pitié’s sake at least the heavens / they’ll bring forth a stream or a river as my veins in that song / to cry again and again / i haven’t asked the dear sun / neither a word to be sung with delight / near you in grace / letting the depths glow, too / (i know) i’ll never awake / if i’m taken there / through the last thing in this world i could place myself / the thoughts and the words were first / i’m not cold from within / keeping the will below the sad lines / where endless flashes are hanging / they’ll bring forth a stream or a river as my veins in that song / to cry again and again / i haven’t asked the dear sun / neither a word to be sung with delight / near you in grace / letting the depths glow
TREVRIZENT SPEAKS: "...unaccompanied by thud or jingle. And when a thought springs from one’s heart, none is so swift but that it is scanned ere it pass the skin – and only if it be pure does God accept it. Since God scans thoughts so well, alas, how our frail deeds must pain him! When a man forfeits God’s benevolence so that God turns away in shame, to whose care can human schooling leave him? Where shall the poor soul find refuge? If you are going to wrong God, Who is ready with both Love and Wrath, you are the one who will suffer. Now so direct your thoughts that He will requite your goodness.”