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Light Songs from the Dark Side

by Ralph

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1.
Perambulate 04:24
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.
2.
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...
3.
Auntie Kath 04:03
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.
4.
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….
5.
Walk on by 07:30
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.
6.
Frog song 05:25
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...
7.
Animal 07:22
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
8.
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.
9.
Ugly 05:30
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
10.
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
11.
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....
12.
Enzo 03:03
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
13.
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.

about

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?
/M

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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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