Light Songs from the Dark Side

by Ralph

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D är inte här nu. Han är clown. Han flög till Burma i förra veckan. Ska muntra upp barn som inte har nåt att vara muntra över. Han är bra på sådant. Sätt honom i ett rum med tre tysta deprimerade människor och låt en minut gå. Har han då fortfarande inte börjat berätta en rolig historia ska jag äta upp något svårsmält.

D är bra på engelska också. Inte så konstigt, han är ju från Australien. Fast han har bott här i typ 20 år. Hans svenska är hyfsad, men ord som börjar på G har han svårt att hålla ordning på. Gaffel, gylf, gitarr, giftermål. Sådana grejer rör han lätt ihop. Och hans engelska har vittrat länge, ungefär som ett sandslott på en stormig strand i närheten av Adelaide.

D var rätt bekymrad över det där. Ralph föreslog en bromsmedicin, eller snarare ett slags armering av sandslottet. En engelsk ordbok. Lär dig ett nytt ord om dan, sa Ralph.

D lydde. Det här var nämligen på den tiden då vi gjorde just det: lydde. Närmast blint. Sa Ralph att vi skulle stoppa in två skruvmejslar i närmsta eluttag så gjorde vi det. Det vill säga T gjorde det. Han saknar en gen. Den som är förutsättningen för att man ska utveckla förståelse för tekniska ting. Därför brukar vi be honom sätta på kaffe när vi ska rigga. Enklast så.

Arbetsfördelningen var förresten Ralphs idé, från början. Han hade många idéer. En del skitdåliga: vi skulle spela in live i Grammofons studio, med K bakom trummorna, fast K var i Oslo. Ralph hade en kontakt på nåt av alla de här telebolagen som trängs på köpcentren och på telefonlinjerna om kvällarna och kontakten hade lovat fixa en länk ”med 20 MHz uppdateringsfrekvens”. Vad nu det skulle betyda. Men trummorna lät skit förstås och vad värre var – de synkade inte. Oslo ligger längre bort än man tror. Bara 50 mil säger någon. Visst säger jag. Jävla flygsnack. Kom igen när du har ben som bara är fyra centimeter långa. Allt är relativt. Gagarin for runt jorden på två timmar, det tog 80 dagar för Phileas Fogg, en skalbagge jag kände är fortfarande inte tillbaka. Folk försvinner.

Ralph är också borta nu. Har varit borta ett tag. Jag kan inte påstå att jag saknar honom, fast en del av mig gör det. Jag tror det är likadant för de andra. För D, L, T och K. Det var oss det började med.

Basfakta: Vi hade ett band. Vi hade instrument och vi visste hur man använde dem. Vi hade idéer om vad som skulle göras. Vi hade ett ställe att göra det på. Gammal glassfabrik mitt i stan, numera Grammofons verkstad, låg och ligger ännu i hotande skugga av stort designat projekt, hotande alltså i så måtto att projektet äger kåken och att design är ett hot i sig.
Nå.
Vi hade vidare ett knippe låtar. Vissa var helt ok. Vi låg så att säga på plus. Men ändå ... Ni vet hur det kan vara. Jag träffade statsministern en gång. Gyllene tillfälle tänkte jag. Men jag kom fan inte på vad jag skulle säga. Trots att det fanns typ sjuhundra saker att säga. Orden kom inte ut.

Så var det för oss då, 2007, på sommaren. Vi var som fem syror i samma provrör, var tänkt att bli en mättad lösning, men det saknades något. En sticka att röra om med. En brännare som fick elementarpartiklarna att blandas. Nu sa K att han skulle flytta till Norge. Vi funderade på att lägga ner hela experimentet.
Men då dök HAN upp.

Vi stod på Knäppingsborgsgatan och tjafsade, hade druckit ett par öl under lunchen och de hade tagit snett, vi var stingsliga och irriterade, solen var ful, det var för varmt, åska mullrade i fjärran, luften var jobbigt elektrisk. En vit buss rullade långsamt in i vår återvändsgränd och stannade. Föraren, en lång trådsmal man med dålig hållning, klädd i vita jeans och vit tröja, undrade om det var vi som hade ringt på hans annons.
- Nej, sa vi.
- Ni får den billigt, sa han.
Vi vände honom ryggen, låste upp vår verkstad och klev in. Han följde efter.

Vi sa nej tack och hej då, men han nonchalerade oss på ett storartat vis och började pilla på ljudkort och datorer och han påstod sedan att det inte alls var hans fel, att det var åskan, eller något elfel i den gamla kåken, eller något slags komplott. Stor sak vilket, det uppstod hursomhelst ett överslag som fuckade upp en hårddisk, vilket i sin tur ledde till att vi blev av med ett antal inspelningar.

Ingen av oss är våldsam. Men T var just då inne i repetitioner av en pjäs i vilken han i en drömscen skulle fäktas mot döden. Det hade lockat fram en aggressivitet hos honom som låg nära ytan även off stage. L körde upp den vitklädde till sjukan, det var ingen större fara, bara en spricka i ett ben i underarmen.

T var ångerfull. Den vitklädde hette Ralph. Han dök upp igen och vi lät honom sitta med och lyssna. Vi tyckte väl synd om honom. Inte bara på grund av gipset - han var uppenbarligen ny i stan, kände ingen och bodde i sin buss. Dessutom var det som L sa: "Det låter bättre när han är med".
Kanske räckte det med att ha en åhörare. Spring ensam i en skog. Spring sedan förbi några solande människor i en park. När är steget spänstigast?
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released December 12, 2009

CREDITS
RALPH ARE:
Tobias Almborg
Dave Braunstahl
Magnus Johansson
Leif Stenbom

Producers: Magnus Johansson, Leif Stenbom and Pelle Filipsson
Mix & Mastering: Pelle Filipsson

Album art: Leif Stenbom
Flash design: Leif Stenbom
Flash programming: Kari Jääskeläinen
Photo: Leif Stenbom
Story: Magnus Johansson, Tobias Almborg and Leif Stenbom

Special thanks to: Pelle Filipsson, Erik Wennerholm, Kari Jääskeläinen, Eva Lundgren Stenbom and, of course, Ralph.

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Track Name: Perambulate
PERAMBULATE
When I think of how things could be
If all my wishes would come true
If life was green and tasty too
To think of it just makes me shake
I wake and create till my slumber all,
Obstacles flowing under and
Nothing made would be for me
Cause everything would be for you

If you would let you mean to me
What I want me to mean to you
Youd make my meaning ever gleam
Cause you know you were meant for me
If you would let you mean to me
what I want me to mean to you
Youd make my meaning ever gleam
Cause you know we were meant to be.

But if you would be mean to me
And try to wake my jealousy
You know that it would not mean a thing
Cause on me you can always lean
Even if you’ve been obsene
Eaten my last green jelly bean
Cause, we are only human.

And birds would sit and stare in awe
At the pigeon people pair they saw
And we would wear matched colors proud
With you latched on to me by soul
We would live a dream awake
Casually PERAMBULATE
Not leaving tracks or trails to show
That we had, even been there

Floating on our backs
Crystal water blue
You could be my sea
I was made for you
Sand and grass, pass me
See you move me to levels
To platforms…immeasurable
Irresistible
Insatiable
Unforgettable
Unregrettable
We could have a ball.
Track Name: The sun goes down
THE SUN GOES DOWN
I bless my life till the last drop of the ocean
and the waves doesn't know they're all because of me.
Its a little funny the trees deep in the forest,
thinks they're all alone and that i haven't seen.

And the sun goes down every evening in this town
and leave us all alone the whole night through.

Can Mr God, please once do me a favor.
Of course i´m pleased but i rather be amused.
I like the birds even that mocking one
and that raping thought that always makes me loose.

And the sun goes down...

I crave and beg, without being pathetic.
I´m proud and sad, i´m happy and ashamed.
I´m only human and the diamond shines
and makes me wanna close my eyes.
The world is coal and no one is to blame.

And the sun goes down...
Track Name: Auntie Kath
AUNTIE KATH
I’ve always loved you aunty Cath
I’ve always loved you aunty Cath
You helped me get my grades in my maths
That’s why I love you aunty Cath
But when I saw the photograph
I still loved you aunty Cath
Even when I saw the aftermath
I still loved you aunty Cath

I’ve always loved you aunty Cath
I’ve always loved you aunty cath
Especially when you gave me a bath
I loved you even more aunty Cath
You lead me down that crooked path
But I still love you aunty Cath
They say you are a psychopath
But I still love you

That’s why I loved you.
Track Name: Low life form
LOW LIFE FORM
Slowly easing oozing sleazing,
from the sea
I am a new life form, look at me
If I’m a parasite
then I think I might
Suck some blood
But I’m the only life form in this, puddle of mud

God damn
God damn
I am a low life form

Well I’m a cell splitting
gum gritting wanna be crustation
I’m mother earths’ creational regurgitation
If I had a shell I’d be delicious
But I get a bit suspicious about
What the hell im doing here

God damn
God damn
I am no being that is being no
But all I wanna know is what I’m going to be

He’s not a bee he’s not a snail
He’s not a fish he’s not a whale
He’s not a dog he’s not a frog
He’s not a toad flat on the road
He’s not a slug he’s not a worm
He’s not a snake he’s not a bug
What is he
He’s not a lion not a bear
He’s got no fur anywhere
He’s not a walrus or a sheep
He’s not a penguin or an eel
He’s not a jerble not a lizard
Not a lizards gizzards
Wait a minute I know

I’m a low life form
I’m a low life form
I’m a low life form
I was hermaphrodite just loving me all night

Well everything was going well
Till I went and split a cell
Now we’re two life forms in my mud puddle
I don’t get no peace anymore
With me living next door
Oh wait a minute, here’s my chance to
Start a war

I am a low life form
I am a low life form
I am a Low Life Form….
Track Name: Walk on by
WALK ON BY
There was a crowd at the side of the road
A truck from Spain had dropped it’s heavy load.
A pair of twisted legs was all you could see
and somebody said: boy, it could’ve been me.
An ambulance came, an ambulance went,
a big fat moon was starting to ascend.
A man with a camera told the women to cry.
A policeman in tears
wiped his big red nose and sighed:

Walk on, you got to walk on by.
Walk on by, walk on by, just walk on by.
Walk on by, walk on by

I was out in space, with the Challenger,
longing for earth, reading Salinger.
The crew had left me on a mission to Mars.
I was all alone, lost among the stars.
Then I saw a woman on an asteroid.
She said: let me in, I know the way home.
I shouted: Houston! A catcher in the rye!
Open the hatch, please!
But Houston just laughed and replied:

Walk on, you got to walk on by.
Walk on by, walk on by, just walk on by.
Walk on by, walk on by

I climbed a mountain and I came to the top.
Walk on by.
I came to a crossing, and a sign said: STOP.
Walk on by.
A star was shining over Bethlehem.
Walk on by.
Here’s a paradise for single men.
Walk on by.
The things that are yours and the things that are mine.
Walk on by.
Save the world with just one dime.
Walk on by, walk on by.
Track Name: Frog song
FROG SONG
Some times when I wake I don’t want to be me
So I start to think of what I’d like to be
And these are the things in my mind that I see
When I dream of what I’d like to be

A rock in the sea, all covered with barnacles
A five year old cyclist that just left his training wheels
A mole with a goal, who never hits obstacles
A god for the people who see all my miracles

Some times when I wake I don’t want to be me
So I start to think of what I’d like to be
And these are the things in my mind that I see
When I dream of what I’d like to be

A cat on a rug on the lap of affection
A new hatched sea turtle with a sense of direction
A hawk with warm wind in my wings in the sky
A pig in shit but I wonder why

Some times when I wake I don’t want to be me
So I start to think of what I’d like to be
And these are the things in my mind that I see
If I wasn’t a frog

Knee deep………Knee deep

Cause happiness for me is a pond full of lily pads
Skies full of mozzies no birds to be seen
Crystal clear water a creek for the tadpoles
Weed eating fish in a world full of water holes

Some times when I wake I don’t want to be me
So I start to think of what I’d like to be
And these are the things in my mind that I see
If I wasn’t a frog

Knee deep...
Track Name: Animal
ANIMAL
You wake up in the morning and you crawl over dead bodies
To eat your breakfast which consists of babies brains
Then you crawl out through a hole in the wall
And cross the street where you rape the neighbor and the neighbors wife
While the children are watching
You go to work which consist of building weapons of destruction
And causing pain
You kill you kill you kill you kill
until you got your kill fill
Then on your way home you run over every living thing you see
Just for fun
You climb back in through the hole in the wall, you fall asleep
And then when you wake
you start all over again

Cause you know that you are an animal
And everything about you is so animalistic
Why you even look and you smell like an animal. That’s because you are an animal

You wake up in the morning you get out of bed
You scratch your balls and you scratch your ass
Then you make your way to the refrigerator
You open the door and you drink the yoghurt
Straight from the container
You drive in your gas guzzling car to work
Where you just cause people around you discomfort
You drive home you eat a dinner you drink a beer
You watch the telly, you fall asleep
You fall asleep and when you wake
You start all over again

Cause you know that you are an animal
And everything about you is so animalistic
Why you even look and you sound you jump around like an animal. Cause you know you are an animal

You wake up in the morning sit up you slip your feet into your slippers
Then you go and wake up the kids before making breakfast
You all eat breakfast while your reading the paper
Then you drop the kids off at school before making our way to work
On the public transport
If you lucky it is somebodys’ birthday which means that In the afternoon with your coffee, you’ll get to eat cake.

You work out at the gym on the way home
You feed the kiddies put them to bed
You fall asleep and then when you wake
You start all over again
Because you know that you are an animal
And everything about you is so animalistic
Why you even wear animal lipstick
Cause you know that you are an animal
So you see
If you and everybody around you is an animal
And the creatures you see in the paddocks walking around on four legs
Are just animals
The things at the shop that you eat that you see in the plastic is animal
Does that mean that you are a cannibal
That’s right
You’re eating yourself
This has got to stop
Track Name: Flowers in the night
FLOWERS IN THE NIGHT
We are like flowers in the night.
Just standing waiting for the sun.
Don't think that we´re able to fight.
Don't think that we´re able to run.

Just waiting for that morning dusk to show, with our lazy, bitter, cynic eyes.
Let someone else but us make us grow.
Let someone else but us decide.

We are like thoughts that you once had.
Like your long forgotten dreams.
To scared to make them true, it´s sad.
To scared to live your life it seems.

So Mr God, when is that day
when you will come and make it right.
And take our free will far away
and leave us like flowers in the night.

We are like diamonds in a mine.
We glow, but it´s to dark to see.
We´re lost in wealth with to much time
upon our hands and don't know if to stay or flee.

So Mr God when will you show,
that all the happiness we feel
and all the things that we think glow,
is nothing if it isn't seen

And Mr God what if i pray,
to and our long and sleepless fight
and put all your hope into my faith,
that flowers run away tonight.
Track Name: Ugly
UGLY
He was born short sighted
He was destined to live his life
with his coke bottle bottomed
Black brimmed face hiding identity changers
Strapped from one ear to another
and balanced on his nose in the Middle
Goggle head four eyes and Cyclops
were his labels
Although his mother loved him,
everybody called him
Ugly

He’s so fucking ugly……………….

Hurray hurray
It was his thirteenth birthday
and it was the happiest day of his life
He had received contact lenses
No More was he destined to live his life with his coke bottle bottomed
Black brimmed face hiding identity changers
Why, nobody would have even known that he was short sighted

if it wasn’t for the fact that he continuously pressed his index finger
in the middle of his forehead
But, when he went to school, instead of everyone saying he looked so ugly
Everyone said that he looked so beautiful

He’s so fucking beautiful

Shock horror
He woke up after the college party and he could not see himself in the mirror
He had lost his contact lenses
So he was destined to go back to the bottom draw and retrieve(receive) his
coke bottle bottomed
Black brimmed face hiding identity changers which he
Strapped from one ear to another and balanced on his nose in the Middle
But, when he went to college, instead of everyone calling him ugly
They all said he was so

Cultural
He’s so fucking cultural

Isn’t it a shame, all the things that people praise you for when your older
Seem to plague you when your younger
It’s an injustice it is
Should be the other way around
He wasn't that ugly
Track Name: Symbolic phallus
SYMBOLIC PHALLUS
If I was practicing driving trains, would I be in training
And if I was breaking windows, would that mean I was paining
And if my main aim was a telescope
Would I hit the side of an antelope
And send it to you in an envelope
Nope.

They said that she likes poetry
But that was just a fallacy
Cause all I ever was to her was
A symbolic phallus

If I was making a belt out of my watch, would I be wasting my time
And if I just up and left the cue, would that mean I was out of line
And if my amigo from Mexico, on a life boat from Titanic
If I could see through his eyes, would I see Hispanic

They said that she likes poetry
But that was just a fallacy
Cause all I ever was to her was
A symbolic phallus

Cause I just want to be a real fucking dick
cause I don’t want to be your symbolic phallus
Cause I just want to be a real fucking dick
cause I don’t want to be your symbolic phallus
Cause I just want to be a real fucking dick
cause I don’t want to be your symbolic
Cause I just want to be a real fucking dick
cause I don’t want to be your symbolic phallus

They say that she likes poetry
Track Name: Let them ugly days in
LET THEM UGLY DAYS IN
You better cross your fingers
if you still got them on.
The Devil´s gonna do his best
to make you feel as the one.
So you got to hang on to that rope.
Even if it´s hanging round your throat.

The dreams in your head at night
now a days seems to be the same.
No matter how hard you beat that drum
you can't chase them away.

Let them ugly days in.
Let them fall like nuclear rain.
Let them climb upon your walls.
It could be at least a pretty frame.
Let them ugly days in.
Let them blow like a hurricane.
Like them yellow leaves in fall.
A trace of beauty and death.
It´s all the same.

That should be the day when
clouds falls from the sky.
That should be the day when you
don't have to ask why.
That should be the day when
God is crawling back from
whatever place he came from,
whatever cave, path or track.
That should be the day your drum
is beaten until it bleeds and laugh. The monkey at your back will come. Friends at last.
Friends in wrath.

Let them ugly days in.
Let them grow like child's in spring. Like wedding flowers in your hand.
Let them ugly days in.
Let them ugly days in.
Whisper word of wisdom
and screaming songs of joy.
Hang on to those days
like tomorrow never comes.

Let them ugly days in.
Let all the sirens sing.
Sail your ship right into their arms and find out what the ocean brings. Let them ugly days in.
Let them bark as dogs from hell.
Let them stand beside you and tell whats left to tell....
Track Name: Enzo
ENZO (2:31)
I want to know, what I want to know
And I want to be like Enzo
Don't want restrictions as to how much I can flow
And I want to be like Enzo
I don't want to swim in no water with no flow
Where nothing seems to splash even though I kick my toe
And I want to be like Enzo

I need to use my arms don?t want a stiff elbow
And I want to be like Enzo
And when I want to swing and cling and dingle too and fro
I want to be like Enzo
A world with no money, where I don?t need no doe
A birthday suit so I wouldn?t have to sew
I think I'll lose my razor grow a beard and grow a moe
Cause I want to be like Enzo

If I could find a boat all away I would stow
And I want to be like Enzo
Cross the seas with a breeze in my sails that would blow
And I want to be like Enzo
I?d disembark my ark in a jungle like congo
Live in the trees eat banana and mango
And back to the zoo I would never want to go
Cause I wanna be like Enzo

And I wanna live
Track Name: Walk on by (alternative version)
WALK ON BY
There was a crowd at the side of the road
A truck from Spain had dropped it’s heavy load.
A pair of twisted legs was all you could see
and somebody said: boy, it could’ve been me.
An ambulance came, an ambulance went,
a big fat moon was starting to ascend.

A man with a camera told the women to cry.
A policeman in shades wiped his big red nose and sighed:

Walk on, just walk on by, walk on by.

I was out in space, with the Challenger,
longing for earth, reading Salinger.
The crew had left me on a mission to Mars.
I was all alone, lost among the stars.
Then I saw a woman on an asteroid.
She said: let me in, I know the way home.
I shouted: Houston! A catcher in the rye!
Open the hatch, please!
But Houston said "request denied"

Walk on, just walk on by....

I climbed a mountain and I came to the top.
Walk on by, just walk on by.
I came to a crossing, and a sign said: STOP.
Walk on by, just walk on by.
I saw a bright star was shining over Bethlehem.
Walk on by, just walk on by.
Here’s a paradise for lonesome single men.
Walk on by, just walk on by.
I was thirsty, then I found a bottle of juice.
Walk on by, just walk on by.
I met barefoot children, and I had a lots of shoes.
Walk on by, just walk on by.
After three days in the desert I saw an oasis.
I opened the closet and in the closet was Elvis!
Come here boy have a cigar you're gonna go far.
...whispered I will tell you who you really are.
I found the key to world peace by the side of the road.
And there where mines all around me and they started to explode.

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