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Songs from a Bomb Shelter

by Magpie

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
Hunger 04:43
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
5.
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
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King of May 05:09
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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

credits

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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