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if there is a God in heaven
I hope he is kind to me and my friends
for while we claimed to know what the hell we were doing
oh I don’t think we had a clue
when in the morning hour we reached for our computers
like Charlotte, I reached for you
all my friends were at the party
all my friends were poets and artists
each of the friends had got something smarter
to say than all of my other friends about
his or hers, and this and what but
Charlotte, you’re not like that
all my friends were at the party
talking about global warming
but at eleven clock there was nothing to do about it
so Josephine said let’s just get this party started
and later as we were walking through the park
I caught a glimpse of something dark
behind Josephine's shoulder
and I thought oh my god, oh my god, how could we not have known it? and my voice broke from panic when I told them
but all my friends they were just reaching for their telephones
and soon I’d also composed my own 2 ’o clock poem:
Charlotte, I’m coming home
and Charlotte the nights that I came to your house
although I knew I shouldn’t
because I knew you wouldn’t
let me inside
these were cold nights
you were a sharp knife
I was all talk
and all my friends were gone or drunk
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Here comes again a clenching of the fist;
A hardening of the heart in an attempt to resist
A hard swallowed truth that goes something like this:
”If it talks like evil it probably is
If it talks like wisdom it probably isn’t”
So I asked Jordan Peterson
How lonely does it get?
Jordan Peterson came back with an answer in less than a minute
Now I cleaned my room and I made my bed
But Jordan Peterson I still feel pretty fucking dead
And that’s alright now Jordan Peterson
I did just fine
I’ve got my woman now
I’ve got time
Ain’t no need to apologize
I’m absolutely allowed to slide into that good old night
Yeah the final battle is coming to town now, boys, haven’t you heard?
With guns that big it’s only a matter of who’s gonna shoot who first
Well I just wanna sit here with my girl
And forget about Harry Potter and the end of the world
So I’ve been dreaming about gold
I’ve been thinking about ISIS
I’ve been looking for Buddha
and the worlds biggest asses
But my eight inch wand won’t save me now
When you know who and friends are coming around
And that’s alright now Jordan Peterson
We did just fine
You’ve got your phoenix now
I’ve got mine
Ain’t no need to apologize
We’re absolutely allowed to slide into that good old night
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When We Were 16
03:09
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now to keep the feet above the ground
it’s harder for some
oh than it is for others
yours were already three feet under
oh Brother when I first found ya
oh Brother that was only one of
all the things we had in common
oh Brother
the smoke hung thick almost every night
in William’s one room flat where five to ten pairs of
young Ian Curtis-eyes would gather trying to go blind
William......
you said he’s always been kind to you
and sure his parties were wild
and time was on our side
but your darkness was darker than mine
the smoke snuck up on your mind
you were still a child when smoke got in your eyes
he who seeks the light shall find it at least for a while
Andrew knew a way to stop the time
one night he drew before our feet a thin white line
did we want to try?
”my folks will find out” I said, you said that you
”wouldn’t mind a little gambling if the prize is fine”
and so we stood, Brother on different sides
of Andrew’s thin white line: in a game of youth
we each rolled the dice twice, I got three and two,
Andrew four and three, you got six and five
we were so young we didn’t know the rules
if winning meant getting high or low
and once you said you’d never taste no alcohol
but then you fell into a hole
I tried to throw so many ropes to you
but none of them would hold for
all your heavy thoughts
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Dusk
01:25
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instrumental
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“one of them will kiss you,
one of them will kill you”
yes, I did receive the warning from my angels
waiting, I’ve been waiting
for a better explanation
I’ve been paying close attention
to the details of love
but still there’s just sound
and no translation
the angels too lost their patience
just me here waiting:
waiting for my baby
waiting for my little luck
all my angels they have gotten drunk
say I should give up
and that one of them will save you
but one of them will rape you
I’ve been looking
I’ve been looking for
a way to tell them apart
but just one look
at your heart baby
and I know
I will never know if I know you at all
one of them will kill you
one of them will kill you
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Our Hearts Try Too Hard
04:14
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ours were not the first hearts
that tried to beat in this apartment
the walls and the parquet foor has started
to buckle under the weight of a century's worth
of cries and laughter
In nineteen hundred and eleven
the two rooms and a kitchen appeared like heaven
to a family of seven
two and a half world wars between them
and the two of us I think to myself when
we hide in eachothers arms
from thoughts that the night froze although our bed is warm
oh, our hearts try too hard
and we keep forgetting
that life is for the ones who does not ask so many questions
and despite our fancy bedsheets
now you wriggle in your sleep from bad dreams
each little thing I can save you from
but only for as long
you're so close to me
that we share the same heartbeats
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Holy Lovers
02:57
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I’ve been to church on every sunday
baby now since eighty-seven
baptism, wine, bread and prayer:
baby, I still hate my neighbor
but I believe the Bishop loves me
at least he said so when he fucked me
and I’ll gladly tell you all my sins
I’ve lusted, lied and even killed
but I know that you’ll forgive me
when I show my naked spirit
I saw holy lovers come and go
some loved my body
some my soul
I don’t know though who I loved the most
father, son or holy ghost?
God knows I’ve never felt as holy
as when all my bodies holes
and cavities were filled with gospel
he never called me back though
the asshole!
I saw holy lovers come and go
some loved my body
some my soul
I don’t know though who I loved the most
father, son or holy ghost?
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I tried Miranda
Once to jump over the walls
But I would not get very far
before I was caught by the guards
When they carried me off
I asked "What about being kind?"
They simply replied
"That takes time and our schedule is tight"
Oh no...
Behind the factory
Over a cigarette
John had been here longer he said:
"Don't be stupid now
just try to forget"
I said "I swear years later
when they find all our letters
They'll ask how we could let them
get us and not even reach for weapons"
Miranda...
That what was how it happened
Behind half-closed venetian blinds
Souls that slide and slide
Only one out of hundred
Would make it through the needles eye
But that means ninety-nine...
It will keep on happening
On a sunny sunday
When the good people pray
Souls keep sliding
keep sliding away
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Antony (live)
05:25
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Antony since we were sixteen it’s been clear
that everyone are on their own
in this town so many people that I know
has got their pockets filled with stones
and after dark
down by the docks
sometimes you can watch them walk in circles
a little too close to the water:
some walking closer than others
in this town sometimes life is so remorseless
as to take all the hours
and days and place them upon a persons weary shoulders
and in a moment of such impossible weight
Antony did you turn yourself over?
Antony, did it get dark here?
did that which we’ve seen happen before
in the lives of others now happen in yours?
Antony, did it get dark here,
did that which we’ve seen happen before
in the lives of others now happen in yours?
Oh Antony since we were sixteen
we have seen so many
of our friends disappear
Antony, did it get dark here?
did that which we’ve seen happen before
in the lives of others now happen in yours?
Antony since we were sixteen:
silly, silly
to take the best wine bottle
and throw it off into the sea
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Childish Salvation
04:20
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every day now my dreams get more expensive
I dig my pockets but only come up with strange answers
couldn’t find no question
with every strange twist of the tongue
with every beat of the drum
it has become
clearer and clearer Démira:
each of the words i’ve sung
were as empty as a mirror reflecting a mirror
don’t know how else to describe it
it’s such a common feeling:
me and my friends talk of revolution
it should happen any day now
but we dream almost only
about childish salvation
the road to heaven was paved with bad intentions
I met my baby under circumstances too cruel to mention
a series of coincidences
(too unlikely i guess to be something else than
some mysterious work of grace)
had us meet by some barbed wired fences
she thought at first my face was someone elses
some boy gone missing
that she once loved and had been looking for
since the first day of the war
now she just smiled and took me by the arm
and said
”together, stranger, we’ll fly south”
the prayer's broken now
we know it won't work
the drum beats harder and harder
we keep singing the words
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