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Clean Sunset

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by Shout Wellington Air Force

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released 05 April 2010
Recorded during the summer 2009 by Shout Wellington Air Force

Words by Bastian Kallesøe
Mixed by Aske Zidore

Artwork by Alexander Tovborg [www.nicolaiwallner.com]
Design by Simon Roche at Smoke & Mirrors Studio [www.smokeandmirrorsstudio.dk]
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Track Name: Cherry Glands
“When it cries, it cries
when it dies, it dies”
In spring it comes back
A heavy rash
Because of you
I know I am blushing wounds, Eva
Oh Eva
Someday I will
Someday I will see
Someday I will be on fire

An open throat
Glands like cherries
I place my hands diagonally
And then we hold it:
A shape extracted from solid rock
Please, please!
Oh Eva, oh Eva
Someday I will
Someday I will see
Someday I will be your fire
Track Name: Little Doom
So weird and solid, his new face
His cheeks are swollen and his hands are cold
Am I to light a candle, a flickering light?
Or will it melt into a raging fire?

Today I got up and shaved my head
Tonight I went to bed and thought of you
As a carved image, little crow on a field-trip
Or as a burned-out building

The rain falls hard on the new men
Mud clings to retarded bravery
I know I tasted your blood and I heard you say
"I love you" But now I just worry and my hands are so cold
Track Name: New Rivers
(They restored the panel to the church;
They crushed the thief beneath stones)

What could the stillness of a lake imply?
When you read it, did your heart untie?
A train is rushing into endless night
A quiet, silvery moon implies that the writer is calm

I thought of you and what you wrote about the little ones:
"When they cry, please let them be
When they starve, will you feed them me?
Let them taste it
Liver, Lungs and Heart"
What could fingers and pores allow?
What could your lips, your teeth, your tongue allow?

How the summer tore us apart
How we cried when they carried her away
The priest said the water will part
Into new rivers
And in water all bodies float
How the summer tore us apart
How we cried when they carried him away
A silent gesture
Iʼm warming the ground with my breath
The tomb with my lips

Wild blood, oh do you still run around with wild blood?
With muscles full of little songs? Do they go on and on?
I paid attention to the patterns and the moles on your back
The fireworks above our heads
There on the beach
We were swimming
With the softness of age
Wrapped up in your arms
I was all love and all rage

CHERRY LIPS
When the furniture let go of you
When they push aside the soil for you
Iʼll claw with my fingers and all sharper things
And what else fits inside its openings
Track Name: Polio
C, I have none but three words in my heart
I am waiting
C, I have none but three words in my heart
Warm, rushing blood
But always fear in my heart

"Weʼve adjusted your apartment, so that it fulfils your every need"

The priest said the shape of the soul can be seen in your eyes:
A continent trying, still, to understand
Polio

Oh mom, I know, he canʼt be gone
And I know you have to arrange things
But rest your head on my shoulder now
I know the trees are stuck in green

Leave a little poem on the dashboard
So bold and unfinished
Underline the passage that made you cry
Leave it to grow
Leave it to sense its own borders

"Weʼve adjusted your apartment so that it fulfils your every need"

C, I have none but three words in my heart
I am waiting
For a soundless ocean
A cleansing war
Doctors afraid of open wounds
Track Name: In The Waves
Your old dog
Was moaning and wandering
In that house you were
Bulging red
Convinced it had died in your bed

What the insects want
Is a clean sunset
In bright moonlight
We slept outside Jerking off in the bushes

Cardboard boxes,
Letters from Christian,
That picture where you both hold on tight
In the waves,
Clothbound poetry from colonial times:

"It always woke him up
That same notion
In the carving of the ceiling
In the chairsʼ positioning of themselves
In the darkest corner
A little sparrow impaled on the heart of things"
Track Name: On The Shore
When it blows up will you remain reckless and bold?
Will you address the cardinals?
Eloquent, shameless?
And claim that everything will find its way into a song?
Oh, I hope so

On the kitchen floor you imagine the sound of the planets
Cracking, clicking, crickoring, gone
At one oʼclock, youʼre on the phone with mom
Iʼm in the vestibule
Crying

"Itʼs a useless expression, but I want it to matter
Itʼs just silly talk, but I want it to blow up"
Track Name: Paris, Paris!
We cry
Tears of joy
Kiss me
Cheer when their numberʼs up
Sever their necks with love

The cool, cool blade
And the raging streams below
Oh machinery, thereʼs a heart in all things
And someoneʼs daughter swears she sees their souls Embrace the fireworks that rise up slowly
While a painter paints

Your face
Pale and lit-up
Picturesque
Your kiss
Neatly placed on my chin
Tonight when we uncover skin
I want you to show me everything
Track Name: Fortresses
There was ice, there were you
Beneath a sirenʼs call
You said your mittens reminded you of having no fingers at all
The seagulls were in love with us
Long before they threw themselves at us
We grew beneath a silver moon
You and me and the tough kids who fell through

There are my friends, I recognize them from a million miles away
Itʼs in the way they carry themselves
And in the way they carry me
The hills bend, they seem to say:
"The land is kind and life is good"
He was a kid so soft at heart
Thatʼs what you said
That he crept under the bed
In a hospital gown when he was six
That he refused to speak
That he cut all the flowers by their heads

Just out of sight
Hundreds of birds take flight
Through piles of trees
To a clearing, a pond
Like meadow grass under a flood
I close my eyes and I let my hands
Unfold behind my back
The roses have grown
And when the rain comes
They will kneel down, they will be tasting
Water
Water
Water
Water
Itʼs impenetrable
Colours, rage, composition
The pounding of my heart
And the fluffiness of my shirt

Itʼs been more than a year without resorting to touching or holding
Below a sun
Upheld
As cold and final as a rock
I have arranged my shoes and socks
In little fortresses
Where to place a kiss?
Track Name: Little Beast
Six years before I forget
Six miles below the surface
In a crater, is a wreck of a ship
In the chaotic darkness of the ocean floor

In a pale and dusty photograph I wear
A garland around my neck, some feathers in my hair
Then your hand was touching my hand
And the current pulling in the little wreck
Is almost like wind blowing into and out of it

Dried petals spread out on the table
Things for no one ever to see
Then morning comes
It coughs, then swallows
And light pours in
Through every little crack
Like a knife that aches to cut up the skin
Doctor, donʼt operate
Donʼt operate
A little beast, a little heart
Was in between us
It was a creature with teeth and its own set of lungs
It was a creature breathing by itself and for everyone
Held together by our hands
But never ours to hold

On a midnight walk
Hear the cro-o-oaking of a little pond
A crawling of millions
Unnamed things
Particles
They want to be softer
They want to be glowing
They want to grow heavy in the dance
Track Name: Astrid
Doors are swaying slowly, unhinged
Once we dreamt of lighter weather
Or of placing flowers on his lungs
Springtime, this time, tastes like leather
There are ants in the kitchen
And they crawl all over the floor
When you have the house to yourself
Nothing can prepare you for it
The drowsy rattle of the trees
The quiet dripping from the eaves
Itʼs a slow, dumb heart
You showed me a picture of mom
With her little brother
Hold the flashlight
In this room
Weʼll try to be calm

Thereʼs a house upon a hillside
Wrapped in a glowing light
Thereʼs the breakfast on the table
It unfolds in black and white
And your face above the staircase
Is all I recognize
In the water that we came from
When weʼre both colour blind

In photographs youʼre so unaware
That Iʼm watching, Iʼm watching
Your shoulders and the fall of your hair
And I love you, I love you
Like kids
Yelling, pulling a string
If you let go, I let go
The unmade beds, the lights, everything
When you let go, I let go