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  • 2010 UNIVERSAL REPUBLIC RECORDS, A DIVISION OF UMG RECORDINGS, INC. AND DOWNTOWN MUSIC, LLC.

    01 Animal02 Burial03 Silvia 04 Song for No One 05 Black & Blue06 Sans Soleil 07 A horse is not a home 08 Cult Logic 09 Plastic Jungle10 in search of 11 Faker

    1755 BROADWAY, NEW YORK, NY 10019. DISTRIBUTED BY UNIVERSAL MUSIC DISTRIBUTION IN THE U.S. AND CANADA ONLY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. FBI ANTI-PIRACY WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED COPYING IS PUNISHABLE UNDER FEDERAL LAW.

    THE RABBIT BILLIE HOLIDAYAnimal (Mark Ronson extended Remix)Silvia (ROBOBERGET Remix)

    12 13141516 BURIAL (DJ MEHDI REMIX)

  • ANIMAL THERE WAS A TIME WHEN MY WORLD WAS FILLED WITH DARKNESS. THEN I STOPPED DREAMING NOW IM SUPPOSED TO FILL IT UP WITH SOMETHING. IN YOUR EYES I SEE THE EYES OF SOMEBODY I KNEW BEFORE, LONG AGO BUT IM STILL TRYING TO MAKE MY MIND UP AM I FREE OR AM I TIED UPI CHANGE SHAPES JUST TO HIDE IN THIS PLACE BUT IM STILL, IM STILL AN ANIMAL. NOBODY KNOWS IT BUT ME WHEN I SLIP YEAH I SLIP. IM STILL AN ANIMAL.THERE IS A HOLE AND I TRIED TO FILL IT UP WITH MONEY. BUT IT GETS BIGGER TILL YOUR HORSE IS ALWAYS RUNNING. IN YOUR EYES I SEE THE EYES OF SOMEBODY THAT COULD BE STRONG TELL ME IF IM WRONG AND NOW IM PULLING YOUR DISGUISE UP ARE YOU FREE OR ARE YOU TIED UP. I CHANGE SHAPES JUST TO HIDE IN THIS PLACE BUT IM STILL, IM STILL AN ANIMAL NOBODY KNOWS IT BUT ME WHEN I SLIP YEAH I SLIPIM STILL AN ANIMAL

    BURIAL MISERY IS ALL WE KNOW LATELY. SATURDAYS ARE ALL THE SAME SYMPATHY IS OVERRATED LIKE A SNAPSHOT WHEN YOUVE LOST THE GAME. NOW ITS ALL A FUNERAL. IVE BECOME A SERIAL KILLER OF US BOTH. NO I DONT WANNA GET THROWN IN YOUR OCEAN DONT TRY. YOU KNOW THAT WE ALREADY KNOW IT ITS OVER. DONT FORGET TO CRY AT YOUR OWN BURIAL. THINKING OF MY 81ST BIRTHDAY EVERY DAY THIS BODY GOES TO WASTE. REMEMBERING HOW I WOULD RAISE AN ARMY WHEN WE WENT BACK TO YOUR PLACE. NOW ITS ALL A FUNERAL IVE BECOME A SERIAL KILLER OF US BOTH. NO I DONT WANNA GET THROWN IN YOUR OCEAN DONT TRY YOU KNOW THAT WE ALREADY KNOW IT ITS OVER. DONT FORGET TO CRY AT YOUR OWN BURIAL

    SILVIA REACHED THE CITY STEPS TONIGHT FOLLOWING THE POWER LINES MET A MAN BARSIDE WITH ECLIPSES FOR EYES. AND YOU TELL YOURSELF YOU WONTLET THEM TOUCH DID I SAY TOO MUCH DID I SAY ENOUGH I DONT KNOW SILVIA. CIRCLE ROUND THE ROOM STILL. HAVE FUN BREAKING MY WILLYOU KNOW I CANT HAVE YOU HERE WITH SOMEONE ELSE ON YOUR SKIN. AND ITS ALL MY FAULT FOR NOT GETTING OFF SO YOU MADE IT START, CAN YOU MAKE IT STOP? YOU DONT KNOW SILVIA. REACHED THE CITY STEPS TONIGHT FOLLOWING THE POWER LINES AND YOUR SKIN IS SO WHITE UNDERNEATH THE BLACK KNIGHT. AND YOUR VOICE CRIES OUT FOR THE COUP DE GRACE WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT WILL THERE BE A TRACE THAT I LOVED SILVIA THAT I LOVED SILVIA

    SONG FOR NO ONE I MET YOU ON THE PALISADES THE SUN WAS SPILLING KEROSENE AND I WAS FEELING WIDE AWAKE-GIRL YOU CAN BE SO OBSCENE.AND WHEN YOU SANG A LULLABY A MISSIONARY CALLED YOUR NAME YOU DISAPPEARED AND HOPPED A FLIGHT FOR THE SERENGETI PLAIN. TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW OPEN UP THE DOOR. WHEN YOUR LOVE HAS GONE YOU CARRY ON THIS IS HER SONG -THIS IS A SONG FOR NO ONE. I THINK I OWN A PHOTOGRAPHTHAT SHOWS HER IN THE FREEZING RAIN WITH THE ITALIANS ON THE BANKTHEY KNOW HOW TO ENTERTAIN. A STRING OF PEARLS BEHIND YOUR HAIR,A MUSIC BOX TO CATCH YOUR TEARS. NOW CALL YOUR MOTHER IN L.A. -SHE HASNT HEARD YOUR VOICE IN YEARS. TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW OPEN UP THE DOOR. WHEN YOUR LOVE HAS GONE YOU CARRY ON THIS IS HER SONG -THIS IS A SONG FOR NO ONE. YOU CAN JUMP A RIDEBUT DONT ASK WHY AND DONT CLOSE YOUR EYES -THIS IS A SONG FOR NO ONE.

  • BLACK AND BLUE HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN? SHALL WE GET INTO IT AGAIN? EXCUSE OUR DISGRACE, WEVE HAD NO TIME TO PAINT THE PLACE. THE DOG IS ALWAYS BARKING AT THE MAILMAN. I WONT WASTE YOUR TIME WITH MY REVELATIONS HELLO MY FRIEND I SEE YOURE BACK AGAIN HELLO MYSTERY,NO REASON TO EXPLAIN HOW ABOUT MAYBE ITS ALL BEEN IN MY HEAD HEY WORLD IM TIRED OF THIS BLACK AND BLUE MY DEAR, COME AGAIN-YOUR VOICE IS FADING OUT AND IN OUT OF THE LAUNDRY BIN I FOUND MY INNOCENCE AGAIN. THE DOG IS ALWAYS BARKING AT THE MAILMAN. I WONT WASTE YOUR TIMEWITH MY REVELATIONS HELLO MY FRIEND I SEE YOURE BACK AGAIN HELLO MYSTERY, DONT BOTHER TO EXPLAIN HOW ABOUT MAYBE ITS ALL BEEN IN MY HEAD HEY WORLD IM TIRED OF THIS BLACK AND BLUE I WANTED SOMETHING MORE.

    SANS SOLEIL MORNING BLED AT THE WATERS EDGE THE CITY WAS BRINGING ME DOWN. AND MY MIND WAS ON THE LEDGE SAYING WHOS GONNA HELP YOU NOW? WITHOUT SUN WE PULL WHAT FEEDS US FROM THE HEAT THATS IN-BETWEEN US. HOW CAN WE EXPECT TO BUILD A BOAT WITH SEAGULLSRUNNING EVERYTHING? HARD. YOU MAKE IT HARD. HARD. ITS ALL THE OPPOSITE I THINK THE LADDER RUNS SIDE TO SIDE. ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU WANT A DRINK- BUT THERES NO PLACE TO HIDE. WATCHING SHADOWS WITHIN SHADOWS, THEY HIDE THEIR DARK SELVES FROM THE SUN, AND HER VOICE IS JUST A MEMORY, YOURE NOT FOOLING ANYONE. HARD. YOU MAKE IT HARD. HARD.

    A HORSE IS NOT A HOME OH GOD, I THINK IM DYING AND OUR DRINKS WERE JUST POURED. LOOK OUTSIDE SOMEONES WAITING WITH A YELLOW HORSE.WITH A HOLE IN THE HEART I WAS FORCED TO RIDE IN MORNING TRAFFIC. WITH A GOLDEN HAND BY YOUR FORTRESS SIDE BUT WITHOUT MAGIC. SOMEBODY TELL ME IT WONT BE LONG CAUSE A HORSE IS NOT A HOME A HORSE IS NOT A HOME. UNINVITED TO THE PLAY WHERE LANGUAGE DOESNT HURT WITH NOTHING ON MY SHIRT. SOMETIMES I SWIM WITH YOU IN A ROOM THAT IS OCEAN-SIZED AND CLEAR NOT HERE WHERE ALL I BREATHE IS SMOKE. WITH A HOLE IN THE HEART I WAS FORCED TO RIDE IN MORNING TRAFFIC WITH A GOLDEN HAND BY YOUR FORTRESS SIDE BUT WITHOUT MAGIC. SOMEBODY TELL ME IT WONT BE LONG CAUSE A HORSE IS NOT A HOME A HORSE IS NOT A HOME.

    CULT LOGIC ALL MY LIFE IVE BEEN THE SLAVE OF CONSEQUENCE WONDERING HOW THIS LIFE COULD BE SO INTRICATE. I WANNA REWRITE MY HEART AND LET THE FUTURE IN I WANNA OPEN IT UP AND LET SOMEBODY IN CAN YOU FREE ME FROM THE LOGIC THAT I KNEW ILL BELIEVE IT EVEN IF IT IS NOT TRUE.AM I FALLING ASLEEP ON MY FEET AGAIN? I CALL OUT, IS ANYBODY LISTENING AND ITS LIKE I AM DIVING INTO EMPTINESS BUT AT LEAST THERE IS SOMETHING BEATING IN MY CHEST CAN YOU FREE ME FROM THE LOGIC THAT I KNEW ILL BELIEVE IT EVEN IF IT IS NOT TRUE.

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    THANKS TO:JOSH, IAN, BRENT, AMANDA, DOUG, NIKLAS, ANDERS, CHRISTIAN, SEBBE & STEVE, JONAS, SEBASTIAN, MATT,KNOTAN, MAGNUS, MIKE, NICK, PETTER, NISSE, MATTIAS, ANIELA, BJRN, MEHDI, CROOKERS, TREASUREFINGERS, BENNY, ZACK, VAUGHAN, KATHRYN, JEFF, NICKY, KARLSSON/PERERA FAMILY, WINNBERG/HEDBERG FAMILY, WYATT/BLAKEMORE FAMILY.

    INNERSLEEVE AND BAND PORTRAITS: SEBASTIAN MLYNARSKICOVER IMAGE PHOTOGRAPHY: DIRK VANDENBERKDESIGNED AND BUILT IN GRAPHICTHERAPY

    PLASTIC JUNGLE I WAS BORN INTO MONEY, THEN SOLD DOWN THE RIVER. I WAS CHOKED BY THE JAILOR AND FUCKED THE GORILLA. I RAN THROUGH THE COUNTRY AHEAD OF MY TIME. I ESCAPED THROUGH A KEYHOLE BEFORE THEY ERASED ME I MARRIED THE BEETLE AND LEARNED TO BE GRACEFUL-ITS WHY ALL THIS WARFARE POURS OUT OF MY EYES. NOW I SEE JUST WHAT YOU MEAN IT HURTS TOO MUCH TO BREATHE ALL ALONE IN THIS PLASTIC JUNGLE. SOMETIMES I WANNA GET SLAIN. SHE TOLD ME SHE LOVED ME- I DIDNT BELIEVE HER. THE SONG OF A JUNKIE IS ANCIENT KOREAN ..BUT DONT BLAME THE GIRL- SHES JUST OUT OF HER MIND. NOW I SEE JUST WHAT YOU MEAN IT HURTS TOO MUCH TO BREATHE ALL ALONE IN THIS PLASTIC JUNGLE.SOMETIMES I WANNA GET SLAIN.

    IN SEARCH OF HERES TO LIVING LONG ENOUGH TO BE FORGIVEN FOR THE BONES I BROKEI HAD TO MAKE A LIVING! BUT WE WONT BACK DOWN FROMANYTHING IN SEARCH OF A REMEDY. FATHER PUT HIS FOOT DOWN ON MY GAMES FOREVER, SO IN THE MARKETPLACE I STAY CALM AND CLEVER. AND WE WONT BACK DOWN FROM ANYTHING IN SEARCH OF A REMEDY.

    FAKER LAST CALL FOR EVERYTHING. A POOL OF EMMALINES DELIRIOUS SHE LINGERS LIKE A CHAIN ITS MORE THAN GRAVE, BUT NOT TOO SERIOUS. SEND IN YOUR REVERIE TO ME FAKER. INTO THE MOUTH OF GREEN MORNING, FAKER. I AM SO WIDE AWAKE THE WIND IS MOVING BLOSSOMS THROUGH THE DOOR.ITS MORE THAN I CAN TAKE BUT HALF AS MUCH AS WHAT IT WAS BEFORE. SEND IN YOUR REVERIE TO ME FAKER. INTO THE MOUTH OF GREEN MORNING, FAKER.

    ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG, AND ANDREW WYATTALL SONGS PUBLISHED BY UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING AB (STIC), DOWNTOWN DMP SONGS/DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING (BMI) ADDITIONAL WRITING ON ANIMAL BY HENRIK JONBACKADDITIONAL WRITING ON BLACK AND BLUE BY HENRIK JONBACK AND JULIET RICHARDSONALL SONGS PRODUCED BY MIIKE SNOW, EXCEPT ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX), PRODUCED BY MARK RONSONALL SONGS MIXED BY MIIKE SNOW AND ANDERS HVENARE,EXCEPT "A HORSE IS NOT A HOME," "IN SEARCH OF," AND THE RABBIT WHICH WERE MIXED BY MIIKE SNOW AND NIKLAS FLYCKT AND ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX), WHICH WAS MIXED BY VICTOR AXELRODALL TRACKS RECORDED AT ROBOBERGET STUDIOS, STOCKHOLM, DOWNTOWN MUSIC STUDIOS, NEW YORK EXCEPT ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX), WHICH WAS RECORDED AT DUNHAM STUDIOS BY THOMAS BRENNECK AND S. VAUGHAN MERRICK

    ORGAN, PERCUSSION ON ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX) BY VICTOR AXELRODPIANO ON ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX) BY THOMAS BRENNECKBASS ON ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX) BY MARK RONSONDRUMS ON ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX) BY NICK MOVSHONTRUMPET ON ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX) BY DAVE GUYAND MICHAEL LEONHARTTENOR SAXOPHONE ON ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX) BY NEAL SUGARMANTRACKS 1-11 MASTERED BY TED JENSEN AT STERLING SOUNDBILLIE HOLIDAY MASTERERED BY BUNT STAFFORD-CLARK AT THE PIERCE ROOMS THE RABBIT AND BURIAL (DJ MEHDI REMIX) MASTERED BY DREW LAVYNE AT STERLING SOUND, NEW YORKANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX) MASTERED BY ROB MURRAYSILVIA (ROBOBERGET REMIX) MASTERED BY NAWEED AT MASTERPIECE, LONDONADDITIONAL MASTERING AND SEQUENCING ON TRACKS 12-16 BY DREW LAVYNE AT STERLING SOUND, NEW YORK

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