About SORRY: Making poor excuses or - as a far better musician than I recently put it - this is the price we pay for learning. Inês knows what I mean. Thomas Olsson (whom I've known since 2003 now) and Mats Johansson of Isildurs Bane took it upon them to fully rearrange the entire song, turning silly mess into a strange, dark theatre play of sorts. As far as I know, this is Thomas’s debut as a recording artist. This is the most beautiful musical gift I have ever been given, and not only because Isildurs Bane is my favourite band of all times. While this might be a bit harder to take in than the rest of the album, just keep in mind that this is a theatre play, where the voices and instruments are the actors.
And if you wonder what Mats and Thomas did to the song, you can download the original version as an MP3 from our website at www.daymoon-music.com, in the Downloads section. Or, if you want to help young people in need, we enourage you to buy it at ethikool.co.uk.
lyrics
How to say sorry
Blank feeling like a pre-Euro coin now
...falls accidentally in my hands
What was this? What is it now?
Now is the second-to-last round
These are the final decades
...nothing but catastrophe can bring
change
Weeks blurring past like a speed train
The past a big bowl of mush
That pushes me back into the silent halls
of the mind
Sorry, I didn’t mean it
I’m just a little lame (lamb)
A halo of forgetfulness surrounds me
Sorry, I didn’t mean it,
I’m just getting dumb
Here I’m melting in the summer sun
Sorry, I didn’t mean it,
Cerebellum was taking over
Must have caught a trojan in my brain
Sorry, I didn’t mean it,
I grab the baseball stick and...
The violent need to
Feel someone’s cartilage yield
To bite through flesh
Kick bone to pulp
While thunderstorms rage
Inside your middle ear
And multiple heartbeats
Throb up your neck
Golden fireworks of violence
Bloom across your sight
A taste of burnt rubber
On a scorched lump of tongue
I don't speak, I don't think.
You try to call - I am a wall
Here I sit, after all
Less to say - so common now
I read mickey mouse while people die
Friends drown black, they're raging dry
I don't fight, I don't care
Faces and tears floating by
What I see is what I know
Is what I see is what I know
Broken flowers, falling towers
Does anything mean anything at all?
When they smile at you on the TV show
Does anything mean anything at all?
credits
from All Tomorrows,
track released June 30, 2011
Electric guitars: Thomas Olsson
Keyboards: Mats Johansson
Drums and percussion: Bruno Capelas
Bass guitar: Luís Estorninho
The derisory rest: Fred Lessing
Portuguese transgressive rockers Daymoon aim to delight the world with an incoherent concoction of music from the across the past millennium. Or so. New album EROSION out now.
Absolutely hooked on this album from first listen. How rare is that with prog!??? Excellent songwriting and musicianship. Can’t wait to dive into the rest of the collection. Thomas Lock
