Stratology

by Stratus

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FDJ Swedish retro prog/hard rock that has more groove than something with a lot of grooves. Favorite track: Keep your fingers off my wallet.
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Mikhail Amazing album!
Great vocals, musical instruments' skills and melodies.
I would recommend this record to all fans of retro-hard/progressive rock music.
Examples: Kamchatka, The Brimstone Days, Father Phoenix, Graveyard, Vidunder... Favorite track: Colder than it used to be.
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Recorded during august/september 2013 at Tegelbruket, Örebro. Produced by Kent Cederström.

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released December 22, 2013

All songs written by Fredrik Andersson except track 2, written by Fredrik Andersson and Georg bivall.

Featured musicians:
Fredrik Andersson - guitars, keyboards, flute, vocals
Georg Bivall - bass guitar
Robert Wiiand - drums, percussion

Guest musicians:
Nicholas Subraian - percussion on track 7

Produced by Kent Cederström

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Track Name: Riddle for the ages
Everywhere I happen, everywhere I look
I see traits and colours of the face she took
Everywhere I'm looking for that woman
My imagination won't let go

And now the sun refuse to shine lest she turns up

Every lightpole we've passed, every doorway
Every seat we've claimed, every song I played
Everything reminds me of that woman
And how long I've waited to get near

She's a riddle for the ages, quiet and sly
Nobody could reveal what's in her eyes
I only wish there's something left to satisfy

She lends fall its beauty on the grayest day
Though she quells all matters all along her way
Anything I do anigh that woman
becomes only second hand priority

And now the days are incomplete lest she turns up

Don't know what she's got
But it hits so hard
Don't know what I'm doing
In around her yard
What would I not do for that woman
Though I wonder if she'd ever let me

She's a riddle for the ages, quiet and sly
I wish I could reveal what's in her eyes
I only wish there's something left to satisfy
Track Name: Mundane utility™
We downed the pints, the jester played, but he's not quite red, more like a burgundy
The prophet's wall are clogged tonight, athough he's not a captain, more a deputy

The sun rose over the roof-ridge as they work to find a new hitch
While your maiden of honour let her knickers down in the ditch

He's no saviour, he ain't on fire, no celestial body, he ain't been in space
Not even dead and practicing no witchery, because there is no such thing

The moon rose over the roof-ridge and the grades invent you a hitch
While your maiden of honour is perfecting her way as a bitch

Overreaching ability retains mundane utility
You make a farm out of a down
A streetwise pigeon rules your town

Underachieveing heresy of in-universe poetry
How d'you expect me to believe you're worth my heed?

What is new on the tiding front? You are parsing when you should be listening
You might as well indulge in staples, and it would be better, they would shut you up

The roof rose over your livecam as the nature dubbed you a man
While your maiden of honour soiled her pants in wait for the can

Though it is her ribbon, I've got some of my own
Hiding from the window, the best is yet to come

You know what they've been singing: Our pleasure is their pain
But thank your lucky feather it's only in the song and not upon the throne

Keep the music playing, playing for the free
Don't reduce its merit to crude war poetry

Down with all your gun pipes, down with all your banners
Mute the verbal kicker, let the music lead to prime utility
Track Name: Bavarian fire drill
I wanna tell you 'bout the things I've seen here
I wanna tell you 'bout the things I've done
I wanna tell you 'bout a woman that I know, though she has gone

I laid too much on being an office draw
The tree is never better than its core
So when the deputies are done with the fire throes, do tell them no

You never know when they decide it's over
Especially when they don't care who you are
So when you're offered lemonade of sweetened grapes, recall for whom

And when you're told about the things you've done
Don't think it ever mattered when you're gone
And if I ever see her face again, she'll reside in another song
Track Name: Keep your fingers off my wallet
He's not a crook, he only doesn't like your triage
And neither does he like being forced to never force

For someone claiming not to care 'bout money
He's got a lot to say 'bout how you're doing too well, oh well
Don't let him in

Do what you like but keep your fingers off my wallet
Do what you like but keep your ears off my wall
With the aid of those you don't know
You know it never will show what your hands have done

It's only that he doesn't trust you with the yield
Left to your own means, you won't lay'em on his deeds

You want the local fair to bloom in weekends
And bribe the healer to alarm the bricksters at night
That's well, but don't drag me in

Do what you like but keep your fingers off my wallet
Do what you like but keep your downers off my call
With the aid of those you don't know
Your incitements never will grow till the guns have gone

Is he afraid to risk a choice that isn't right?
Or just afraid that other's right ain't what he'd like?

What do you want from me that isn't of my wallet?
What can I do for you that doesn't crave your threat?
With the aid of those that you heed
You forgot how to tell need from greed
Leave me out of there
Track Name: Colder than it used to be
Colder than it used to be
Outside though not looking in
What is the worth in trying to love in winters like these?
Wandering through an aching haze
of not knowing anything
What is the worth in hope as it was like this all the while?

Once upon a sunny day
Though she hadn't much to say
She came along and whispered a song I happened to hear
She became more beautiful
for each passing day of being
in reach of her sight
I pined for her love, I wanted her so

Here it comes again
I've seen it enough for to know when it's coming
Anvil and the pain
Of a blunt revelation that she won't ever be mine

Once upon a time she caught
my eyes along the way
She had that certain something it seemed
I fell for her anyway

I never knew her state of mind
If we ever were of one kind
But as soon as I let go of my guard
She found her way into my heart

Hope she leads a clean good life
I can't say there's one to blame
But I cannot help but feeling that
I could have been in her game

Calling out her name in the night
in a faint hope she will hear
If she knew how much I'd do for her
I think she'd review her tears

Have you ever been so low
that you're hoping there's no tomorrow?
And knowing that she's all the world
and the crumbling ground you're standing on
I know you may be saying
"Just forget her, she is taken"
Love's so easy to write off

But have you ever been so low
that you see no use in going on?
That all you did was in the shade
of a woman standing in your way
And I know you may be saying
"There are more girls in the open"
But there's only one of her
She's unique and I would die to tell her so

Here she comes again
I've seen her enough to never forget her
Now she brings the pain
in a beautiful telling she'll never be mine

Have you ever been in love
so much you ache in though of her?
That picturing a day without
the chance with her will end your world
And I know you may be saying
"There are other girls in waiting"
But I don't want girls, I want her
She's the one and I would die to let her know

Here it comes again
I've seen it enough for to know that it's bound to
fail once again
She's to good to be true, she's a dream I am suffering through
The more that you know, the colder the snow
Colder than it used to be
Track Name: Commuter blast
Hey mr. High-end deputy executive, fingering on your interactive communicative device
Hey mr. Knotty-boy, the conciense of the world, sulking in the seat and claiming this very route a vice

If you only would know
What I got in my coat
The shearling tells you all of peace
No sign of contempt release
I will take you all down in the bang

Hey you there, mouse-haired lady, tired of the life and coughing out your nicotine-stained misery over the din
Hey you there, overweight veloptous nymphomaniac, too eager to show off your piggish grin and flappy thighs

If you only would know
What I got in my coat
The shearling tells you all of peace
No sign of contempt release
All of you will perish in the bang

Hey you all seventeens heading home from your highchool, complaining loudly of your chores and blocking up the halt
Hey you the elderly, reminiscing of the town and how it used to treat you good and how you weren't about to die
Hey you the factory working man, a dying breed prone to allowance plan
Hey you the fur-clad chatty woman, d'you ever think beyond the frying pan?

Though you, sweet girl I know
Let's get off by this road
D'you really think I'd leave my coat?
I'll hardly find an equal sort
I leave the compound in a paper bag
Track Name: Wait a while
Tell something you don't need to
Have you a minute to spare?
Can you at least pretend to?
But enough about me, I'm alright
But you tell me what's hot in your life
Wait a while

All the things all around you
All that is all that you see
Make me believe you agree
Who's the next one to crack up a smile?
What's the next notion you find worthwhile?
Wait a while

There a tale you relate to
Something that you can complete
Though that takes someone to listen
There's somebody in need of your ears
In the end noone cared for your tears
Track Name: Parallax prairie
The secret of the morning dew
is yet to be revealed
And nothing ever change as much as
when noone ever leaves

The sun has called upon the early
to find another tree
The moon has turned the tides too gently
for heavy-rooted weeds
and idle-handed deeds
They're leaving in the morning
They're heading for the plains

Once a prairie in a ginger glow
Luring earlybirds to take it slow
The dew's the same but shedding different light
No crossfield path can endure fifteen snows

I've been around this town before
I worked it through the years
The sun may be the same as then but
Not hot enough to sear

I've bidden all my hope and prospects
to the gurus of the flats
And now I've gotten used to wait out
The closing of the acts
And time can't heal no facts
They're leaving for adventures
But mild enough to tame
Track Name: Sienna hill
Why did you come?
What did you see?
And will you stay?

Baby, won't you come on down
From the hill you reside on?
Baby, I've been so alone for so long
You came along and had me on hold

Lady of the sienna hill
Just the fact you remembered still
Maybe I'm not lonely after all
You came along and had me recall

Babe, what can I say for you to consider
staying before the hold of the nighttime withers
Maybe I'm wrong, but I feel you're the one

Baby, did you mould your sienna ore
for the hillside penny toll?
Will I see your face again tomorrow?
Or will I only remain on your wall?

Say that you will..

Say that you will
linger round for the vital deal
Let me know if you're on my reel
If you have been lonely too, you know
the feeling to finally have been seen

I ain't much outside my world
So don't be that wayward girl
Baby, make me sure I'm not the one
only to flower your sienna wall

Babe, what can I say for you to consider
staying before the hold of the nighttime withers
Pray for the moon to give us some time
Track Name: Arithmetic and calculus
Now she is coming in again
Another day I can tell how it will end
Another failing the original intent
in every way that I feared and never meant
Is there a clue for the ones who never learned how they feel?
Are there any room for calculus?

Can I sit down knowing she will too?
Can I walk out knowing she will follow through?
Will I have to draw upon her preference?
Or will I have to keep guard on my own sense?
Is there a clue for the ones who never learned how to feel?
Are there any room for calculus?

Show me the way, show me how to say
how I love her and need her in every way
I still check her face for deductive signs
if I'm in there or left hopelessly behind
Now that we're all of the shrine of nature
And the cause and effect we are bound to endure
What she feels should belong to the domain of arithmetic
---
Over an over I have heard
about the theory of everything we've learned
A neat and gracefully formulated term
that applies even to the primal urge
Is there a clue for the ones who only learned how to wield
arithmetic and calculus?

Show me the way, show me how to say
how I love her and need her in every way
I still check her face for deductive signs
if I'm in there or left hopelessly behind
Now that we're all of the shrine of nature
And the cause and effect we are bound to endure
Our love should reside in the domain of arithmetic

Say that we're bound to the laws of nature
And say that she will buckle down to its tenure
Can you give the conditions under which the numbers align?
Track Name: She is the sun
Ah, monday again
I see her face again
I see her every day

Ah, always picturing her face
And knowing she's not there
And seeing her every day don't help

Ah, now she is the sun
Mounting every morn
So fair I'm scared to watch
She sure would burn if I could touch

Ah, now she is the rain, Flowing down the lane
I try to be where she will fall
And be the one who makes her shine

Ah, now she is the moon, Haunting my dark room
I'm dreaming of her every night
And wonder where she is tonight

Ah, backseat in the dark, Between us only inches
She's one eternity away
And I don't know what to say

Ah, busride in the evening, An hour in her presence
Please driver, keep us on the road
Long enough for our love to unfold

Ah, for each day I see her, I want her more than ever
However pretty she's today
She'll be prettier tomorrow anyway

Ah, turning 'round to see her, Reaching out to hold her
But she's not there, she's somewhere else
Somewhere I hope one day to be