myotonic booklet
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Lyrics booklet for State of Mind's album "Myotonic"TRANSCRIPT
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Wrong Turn
Must have Made a wrong turnsoMewhere on the way
Back then I dIdn’t know Itand I’M stIll not sure today
Must have Been a warnIngsoMe kInd of hIdden sIgn
how could I not have notIced?why was I so BlInd?
so thIs Is where I ended upIt’s not what I had planned
no turnIng Back. no second chanceand I stIll don’t understand
everyone I cared forthat I Met along the way
I never Meant to hurt theMBut I hurt theM every day
so thIs Is where I ended upIt’s not what I had planned
no turnIng Back. no second chanceand I stIll don’t understand
Must have Made a wrong turnsoMewhere on the way
Back then I dIdn’t know Itand I’M stIll not sure today
the questIon keeps returnIngas I lIe awake at nIght
what could I have accoMplIshedIf I’d only got It rIght?
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The AirplAne Song
as our plane explodes In MId-aIrthe entIre rIght sIde rIpped awaythe oxygen Masks dangle Before MeBut the sky sure Is Blue todayyou graB My hand and ask Me“Is thIs the end? Just lIke thIs?”I thInk for a second, then turn to youand say “I’M afraId It Is”
and as our plane spIns out of controlwe can regret all we’ve ever doneBut who can say how to lIve your lIfe?you never know how or when It Is gone.I can the regret the MIstakes that I’ve MadeIf I forget what I Made theM forregret that I’ve wasted too Much tIMeor that I dIdn’t waste It More
we’re fallIng at MaxIMuM speed nowI’M sure It won’t Be longBut stIll, to dIe By your sIdesounds so Much Better In a songthe nearest exIt May Be BehInd youBut lookIng Back Is always tougheven If you are a frequent flyeryou stIll feel you haven’t flown enough
If I don’t wake froM thIs dreaMI’ll never wake up agaIn
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WhAT You Are
you can walk your way aloneyou can have the strength to Beara thousand heavy Blowsyou can take It all In strIdeyou can hold the paIn InsIdeso sure It never shows
stIll the day wIll coMewhen everyone wIll knowexactly what you are
you can show theM that you’re strongyou can Make theM all agreeeven when you’re wrongyou can stand up for your rIghtyou can tell yourself agaInyou were Meant to wIn the fIght
stIll the day wIll coMewhen everyone wIll knowexactly what you are
you can act lIke you’re not thereyou can run away and hIdepretend that you don’t care
stIll the day wIll coMewhen everyone wIll knowexactly what you areeverythIng you are
everythIng you are
Feeding MY SuSpicion
really, It’s kInd of a shaMeI was doIng alrIght for a whIle
turnIng the thoughts In My headslowly atteMptIng a sMIle
soMethIng caMe up as we spokesoMethIng I don’t want to see
scarIng the hell out of Meas It keeps on
feedIng My suspIcIonfeedIng My suspIcIon
that It’s all a trIck, It’s all a gaMeBut not a gaMe that I can learn to play
In any useful wayfeedIng My suspIcIonfeedIng My suspIcIon
once agaIn
and so It happens agaInwhatever goes on In My MInd
leavIng Me lost and afraIdravIng and legally BlInd
I can’t expect you to knowI only hope that you see
that thIs Is real to Meas It keeps on
feedIng My suspIcIonfeedIng My suspIcIon
that It’s all a trIck, It’s all a gaMeBut not a gaMe that I can learn to play
In any useful wayfeedIng My suspIcIonfeedIng My suspIcIon
once agaIn
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The SAMe MiSTAke
If thIs hand of MIneonly had a gentle touchI would Move the world
But I wouldn’t Move It that Muchand I know It’s true
when they say thIs too shall passMake no sudden Moves
everythIng Is Made of glass
do you IMagIneIf It’s IMportant
It cannot Break?and It’s a shaMe
But have you notIcedIt tears My heart out
to Make the saMe MIstake?But stIll I do
I walk a frozen fIeldBreak the surface where I go
and the tracks I MadewIll Be there as long as the snow
If thIs love of ourscan endure the shock of Me
then I’d have to sayIt should last eternally
do you IMagIneIf It’s IMportant
It cannot Break?and It’s a shaMe
But have you notIcedIt tears My heart out
to Make the saMe MIstake?
But stIll I do declare todayI could reduce the ancIent wonders
of the world to BurnIng ruBBleIn the twInklIng of an eye
oh, you Just watch Meyou Just watch Me
do you IMagIneIf It’s IMportant
It cannot Break?and It’s a shaMe
But have you notIcedIt tears My heart out
to Make the saMe MIstake?But stIll I do 5
Think You knoW The AnSWer
I used to sIt for hoursas you told Me what It’s all aBout
so wIse and full of InsIghtyou never seeMed to douBt
you thInk you know the answerever sInce you saw the lIght
you thInk you know the answerand the answer’s always rIght
I apprecIate ItBut here’s what I don’t get:
could you repeat the questIon?‘cause I dIdn’t ask It yet
dId you ever wonderIf what you knew applIed to Me?
you taught My eyes to opennow I Must teach Myself to see
you thInk you know the answerever sInce you saw the lIght
you thInk you know the answerand the answer’s always rIght
I apprecIate ItBut here’s what I don’t get:
could you repeat the questIon?‘cause I dIdn’t ask It yet
I MIght need a lIfetIMeto take My MInd off thIs and that
who needs a destInatIonwhen you don’t know where you’re at?
you thInk you know the answerever sInce you saw the lIght
you thInk you know the answerand the answer’s always rIght
I apprecIate ItBut here’s what I don’t get:
could you repeat the questIon?‘cause I dIdn’t ask It yet
FAil BeFore You TrY
lIke a Joke you’ve heard a hundred tIMes BeforeIt’s Just not funny anyMoreall doors are open If you only fInd the waywell at least that’s what they say
tell us once agaInwe can all learn to flyand watch us faIlBefore we tryfaIlBefore we try
they’re everywhere – you get theIr Message loud and clearthey fIll you up wIth hope and fearyou hope that you too can do anythIng at allBut stIll you fear that you May fall
you’ve got yourself to BlaMeand there Is no reason whyyou faIlBefore you tryfaIlBefore you try
tell us once agaInwe can all learn to flyand watch us faIlBefore we tryfaIlBefore we try
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deAd on iMpAcT
a hundred years froM nowevery thought I have wIll Be gonelIke the paIn I feel InsIdeand lIfe goes on
and I wIll never knowthe reason why or what good dId It doto hurt Myself thIs wayhurtIng you
a BIrd falls froM the skydead on IMpact – dead on IMpactcrashIng to the sIdewalkdead on IMpact – dead on IMpactand no-one knows what for
a hundred years froM nowsoMeone who’s not even Born todaywIll walk these streetsfeelIng the saMe way
she won’t know My thoughtsthere’s no way she can even know My naMeshe’ll never guess that here todayI felt the saMe
a BIrd falls froM the skydead on IMpact – dead on IMpactcrashIng to the sIdewalkdead on IMpact – dead on IMpactand no-one knows what for
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WhY
you try to fIgure out the rulesBut only fInd confusIonlIke every plan you ever MadeIs rooted In delusIonand though you feel so certaIn that you knowyou’d Better let It go
and stIll you wonder whythIs really had to happenand stIll you wonder whyIt only goes to showand stIll you wonder whyyou need to have a reasonand nothIng that your lIfe wIll BrIngwIll ever Be the saMe untIl you know
and It’s a Mystery to Mewhat really lIes BehInd Itand though there Is no poInt at allcan’t help But try to fInd ItthIs gaMe of chance that we can’t tolerateIs Bound to Be our fate
and stIll you wonder whythIs really had to happenand stIll you wonder whyIt only goes to showand stIll you wonder whyyou need to have a reasonand nothIng that your lIfe wIll BrIngwIll ever Be the saMe untIl you know
poor You
every MornIng he got updreadIng each MoMent he had to Be awake
the clock would tIck and tIMe would slowthere wasn’t anywhere he wouldn’t go
to avoId havIng to see anyonehe’d sIt In a chaIr and lean agaInst a wallBut that dIdnt seeM to Matter Much at all
But late at nIght he had a savIourIn hIs sleep, In hIs dreaMs
she caMe to hIM and she saId“poor you, poor you
no one understands youpoor you, poor you”
and every word that everyone would saygot MuMBled up In hIs head
lIke MuMBle-JuMBle and everywhere he wentIt seeMed lIke everyone was sayIng to hIM,
“Blah Blah Blah”
But late at nIght, he had a MIstressIn hIs dreaMs, In hIs sleep
and she would say “poor you, poor you”no one understands you
poor you”
thIs story, though, not well toldIs not that old
It’s not that funny, It’s not that greatBut I know It to Be true
Because late at nIght, I have an angelIn My dreaMs, In My sleep
and as she runs her fIngers through My haIras I lay on her lap
and she says, “poor you, poor youno one understands you, poor you
poor you”
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Be like ThoSe guYS
so once agaIn they tell youthat everythIng you know Is wrongand you’ll never Be lIke those guysyou know you’re not that strong
But then agaIn – could they do what you do?If they trIed - you thInk that they’d know how?If they dared - walk a MIle In your shoeswhere would they Be now?
they never fought your Battlesthey never won your warthey don’t know what It cost youor what you dId It for
so you could – try to Be lIke those guysthen you’d know – the kInd of Joy they feelor stay the saMe. If that Makes you unhappyat least you know It’s real.
and then agaIn – could they do what you do?If they trIed - you thInk that they’d know how?If they dared - walk a MIle In your shoeswhere would they Be now?
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reAllY noT To BlAMe
you haven’t chosenthe way you started out
But you May change along the waysoMe are deterMIned
they Must Make It to the topsoMe Just hope to Be okay
no Matter what they saIdIt’s all InsIde your head
your guIlt and shaMeyou’re really not to BlaMe
wIth all that you’ve Been throughyou dId what you could do
It’s all the saMeyou’re really not to BlaMe
we’re only huManand we do the Best we canwIth opportunItIes to faIl
every one of ushas seen the gates of hell
But Most have lIved to tell the tale
no Matter what they saIdIt’s all InsIde your head
your guIlt and shaMeyou’re really not to BlaMe
wIth all that you’ve Been throughyou dId what you could do
It’s all the saMeyou’re really not to BlaMe
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everY noW And Then
no-one told youthat there were no answersto the Many questIonsthat they Just keep askIng youand no-one everthought of changIng anythIngBecause It’s always Been that wayand you Just take your tIMe
But stIll you feelevery now and thenyou’ll never Make ItanywayBut then agaInevery now and thenyou feel you dIdBut you’re not certaIn what It Means
I can stIll recall the days I spentIn sIlent wonder at the thIngsyou told Me you could doand we were youngand we were so Much BrIghter thenBut now those days are overwe have no excuses left
and stlll you feelevery now and thenyou’ll never Make ItanywayBut then agaInevery now and thenyou feel you dIdBut you’re not certaIn what It Means
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perforMed and produced By
STATe oF Mind.
words and MusIc By
kiM BüloW BonFilS.
except “poor You”: words and MusIc By
dAniel JohnSTon, © eternal yIp eye MusIc/MIsty MusIc aB.
Mastered By
JAn eliASSon, audIoplanet
desIgn and artwork By MArk Toxværd.
photo credIts:
ToMMY oShiMA (www.rayon-vert.coM):
cover front and Back, cd laBel,
Booklet front and page 6, 7.
kiM BüloW BonFilS: Booklet page 2, 3, 4, 5 and 9.
STeen TronSgAArd: Booklet page 10.
MArk Toxværd: Booklet page 11.
www.stateofMInd.eu
pupkin recordS pup002
2010
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