Songs from a Bomb Shelter

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released July 27, 2014

All songs by Magpie
Markus Koivumaa - vocals
Harri Kujala - guitars, backing vocals
Jyrki Rehell - guitars, glockenspiel, backing vocals
Pekka Leviäkangas - bass, junk percussion
Ilkka Harjula - drums, percussion, keyboards
Mikko Kuivala - drums, percussion, synth
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Emilia Hautamäki - backing vocals
Jussi Tolonen - backing vocals
Johanna Kaarlampi - backing vocals
Aino Saksanen - violin

Songs from a Bomb Shelter was recorded
at Magpie rehearsal space in 2013 by Magpie
and mixed by Ilkka Harjula
Mastered by Jarno Juntunen
Cover art by Pekka Leviäkangas
Painting by Emilia Hautamäki
Logo design by Harri Kujala
Released in 2014

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Track Name: A Song from a Bomb Shelter
A SONG FROM THE BOMB SHELTER
I stand at the door
And look at the bomb-ridden, barren landscape
Where some plants still seem to grow
And I think I saw a small rodent move
I feel the sand flowing through my fingers
For first time since I can remember
It's soft, warm and feels good on my hands
I guess it's somewhat safe to go out again

Clean cuts and raw lines
Hard floor and concrete walls
This was the landscape of my youth

TV dinners and mass hysteria
Hard values and fear of God
These were the signs of time of my youth

Fear the strange and lock the doors
Avoid the neighbor, suspect all
This was the song of my youth

The song of my youth kept playing
Over and over again
Until the message was loud and clear
Don't come closer, don't come near

Private cars and bulletproof glass
Shrapnel vests and headphones
These were the pacifiers of my youth

Drones and missiles, codes and colors
Troops and shelters, money and power
This was the swan song of the society

The song of my youth kept playing
Over and over again
Until the message was loud and clear
Don't come closer, don't come near

Warm breeze on my face
And the first sunset in years brings a tear to my eye
I feel that even the years in isolation can't stop me now
I gather my belongings and head outside
It's time to start living or die trying
To start living or die trying
Track Name: Smoke Some More
SMOKE SOME MORE

There'll be signs in the horizon that'll bore into your skull
There'll be apples ripe for plucking that'll surely keep you going on

There'll be leaves on trees likes of which you've never seen
There'll be an abundance of all the things they've kept from you

And there'll be smoke from back home
Oh there'll be smoke some more

There'll be beady little eyes following your every step
You'll be the apple ripe for plucking and surely they will have their way

There'll be rattling in the bushes, you'll be battling for your life
There'll be glowing in the distance, you'll be knowing it's the malignant kind

And there'll be smoke from back home
Oh there'll be smoke some more

So don't you be going there sister
Don't go down that way
Don't you be going there sister
No, don't go there

There'll be smoke from back home
There'll be smoke some more
There'll be smoke from back home
There'll be smoke some more
Track Name: Dead Postman Blues
DEAD POSTMAN BLUES


He's kinda beautiful
With a once melted, once set face
Mummified and color of bronze
Like a statue

Rigid arms, hands clutching the wheel
Car roof down, the belt carved into him
Persistent vines entwined the wreck, he's always on his route
He's always on his route

A horrid statue of things gone amiss
Horrid statue of things gone amiss

He's kinda beautiful
With a once melted, once set face
Mummified and color of bronze
Like a statue

It's time to go home
But I ain't got no home to go to
And neither has the postman
I gather my loot and carry on the route he never finished
He never finished

A horrid statue of things gone amiss
Horrid statue of things gone amiss

A horrid statue of things gone amiss
Track Name: Hunger
HUNGER

I stop at the river and cover my tracks
But this is no place to stop
I can't go further, this ain't the weather to travel

I keep my shotgun loaded and ready
I've got two shells and a knife
And I set up my shelter 'cause it's getting cold
It's getting cold now

Canned peach and cold instant coffee
I can't make a fire
Last peach and last sip of coffee
Can't let them know that I'm here

In the night I hear them calling
Roaming the woods
In the night I hear them calling
Getting close, getting closer

I keep my shotgun loaded and ready
I've got two shells and a knife
I'm ready, yeah I'm ready
So let them come

In the night I hear them calling
Still roaming the woods
In the night I hear them calling
Getting close and closer

Got two shells and cold shotgun barrel
I won't let them get me
One for them and one for myself
Won't let them catch me alive
Track Name: Smokers' Outpost
SMOKERS' OUTPOST


The whole cruel world can wait
While I light my cigarette
Inhale the heavenly smoke
And blow out a cloud

Hungry as I ever was
I banish my hunger with another cigarette
I draw another breath
And blow out

Smoke rings like halos on saints
It's the gathering of the beautiful kind
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost

Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost

See, these sticks, they are
My vice of choice
You can have my pride
But you'll never have my smokes

Sure, the cancer might get me
If the famine won't get me first
There are wolves in the bushes and cannibals among us
I'm still gonna blow out

Smoke rings like halos on saints
It's the gathering of the beautiful kind
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost

Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost

Smoke rings like halos on saints
It's the gathering of the beautiful kind
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost

Smoke rings like halos on saints
It's the gathering of the beautiful kind
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Track Name: King of May
KING OF MAY


I hear them coughing
Under the floorboards wherein
They have made their home

Vulture eye staring
Evermore judgement glaring
Hidden from its sight

King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners be

King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners still

Unwelcome guesting
Curious hands ransacking
Around and about

Between the scantlings
Pray for no rambling therein
Silence must remain

King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners be

King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners still

There's a coffin
Under the floorboards wherein
Made their final bed

King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners be

King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners still
Track Name: Junkyard Baby
JUNKYARD BABY


This land, raped and burnt
Gives birth only to scraps of steel
The seeds sown were napalm and bombs
And in the midst of all this horror
I find you, Eleonore of the junkyard

We fell in love when the world had ended
We stayed in love through the thick and thin
We stayed in love when all the light was gone
And when all is gone again, we'll still be in love
Because

You are my junkyard baby
Frame of steel, hair like barbed wire
You are my junkyard baby
Left to fade, built to last

We two, thick as thieves, we soldier on
Acid rains and tests of faith, we carry on
Wherever you go, I can call it home
Wherever you lay to rest, I'll take care of our nest
Because

You are my junkyard baby
Frame of steel, hair like barbed wire
You are my junkyard baby
Left to fade, built to last

This land, starting to bloom
Gives new life to those who wait
The seeds sown are starting to grow
And in the midst of all this beauty
I love you, Eleonore of the junkyard
Track Name: Harboring Sun
HARBORING SUN


Tiresome trek over mountains and rivers
Preserving remembrance lest it be forgotten
We carry our dead
We carry our dead
Lay down to rest one last time

Final remnant of civil conduct
We solemnly honor the better days gone by
What else is a man to do to jettison as deadweight
Would call for more desperate times
Would call for more desperate times

We ain't there yet
We ain't there yet

The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Halters the burning, dilutes the throes of this blight
We ain't there yet

The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Rekindles the hope, leads us to someone
We ain't there yet

Rendering unto the circumstances
Regardless how dire they seem
Has never been in our nature
Adapting is not a virtue
So lay down to rest one last time

What else is a man to do to jettison as deadweight
Would call for more desperate times
Would call for more desperate times

We ain't there yet
We ain't there yet

The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Halters the burning, dilutes the throes of this blight
We ain't there yet

The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Rekindles the hope, leads us to someone
We ain't there yet

The sick, the enfeebled, the dead and the dying
We push them forward we drag them behind
It's how to distinquish us
From the rest we call the others
Track Name: New Year's Eve
NEW YEAR'S EVE

It's the coldest night I can remember, late December
In the gloom trading kisses, trading wishes
Impending doom still looms above our heads

Distant echoes like gunfire
Pounding on the muck and the mire
Open my heart for a little something more
Dismiss the fears of the soul rubbed so sore
Of the soul rubbed so sore

It's New Year's Eve
And the lights are raining down everywhere
It's New Year's Eve
The lights are raining down everywhere

Race of ambitions has brought us here
We're done, my dear
Quest for growth that never ends
A wound that never mends
Consumes us both, what we loathe in a grander scale

Resistance is futile it seems to me
We have given up on dreams to see
Run for cover like you have never run before
The greed-driven thunder starts to roar
Starts to roar

It's New Year's Eve
And the lights are raining down everywhere
It's New Year's Eve
The lights are raining down everywhere

This may be the end my friend
On all we know bombs fall like snow
This may be the end my friend
On all we know bombs fall like snow

This may be the end my friend
On all we know bombs fall like snow
This may be the end my friend
On all we know bombs fall like snow

This may be the end my friend
Track Name: Through the Rubble
THROUGH THE RUBBLE

Rummage through the rubble
Cautious not to burst the bubble
They're hiding the treasure, of that I am sure

Wide-eyed little people playing tricks
Riding on horses made of sticks
Such a pleasure, hate to be the bore

Call to go inside now at once
It's safer there, it's safer there

Call to go inside now at once
It's safer there, it's safer there

From the unsorted debris I claim my own
Brand new mane for the dearest horses

Shining artifacts of steel worth a pence or two
An apt sacrifice for the higher forces

To see past the guile
In a world so hopelessly vile
Is quite an endeavour, keep on locking the door

Laughter of simpletons
Luckily still lingers on
Forever and ever, they don't ask for more

From the unsorted debris I claim my own
Another nail through the neighbours head

Rusty shards of metal plates worth a pence or two
Fortification for the windows of my shed

Keen, wide-eyed little ones
Shooting at each other with make-shift guns
There'll be trouble, of that I am sure

Just like men of age
Full of just rage
Have to burst the bubble, hate to be the bore

Call to go inside now at once
It's safer there, but not for long

Call to come rush outside at once
We need you here, we need you here