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Swamp Flowers

by Flekar

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1.
Let’s make terrible movies as terrible as our lives and see who dies Let’s meet horrible people and see if we’re better than them so we can condemn In harmony Let’s go out in horrible weather so we can see each other outside as if we need to hide Let’s sing terrible lyrics Just as long as they rhyme They’ll do fine So we can sing in time
2.
Remember way back then in your father’s house we would stay up till the break of day and listen to Kid A but track three I wasn’t sure you said I was a bore as I recall but it doesn’t seem that real to me at all and I’m getting kind of scared that all of it was just an image from a song and I saw you there alone on a train a single tear ran down your face and I wish I’d known your name so I could break your heart like a tragic piece of art I would keep it close to mine I would, yes I would keep it close to mine as I should but I’m getting kind of scared, that it was that all it was, was someone else’s tear and we could travel far to foreign lands we would sleep on the airport floor and take the flight at four but we have never met but still you never let me sleep those eastern nights still cut so deep getting kind of scared that all of it was all too real and I wished you were a big blue whale so I could swim inside your veins and make my home inside your heart but there are hunters on the sea who don’t care that much for me or what I found so I will build my house on solid ground I will, yes I will instead of me swimming round and round besides I would be kind of scared that it would be hard to breathe inside a metaphor
3.
Painting your world in colors so bright never need no one to blame Tried oh so hard that you have forgotten your own name Remember the clothes that they wore who know from where they came It was all so different before but know we know the shame To hold you to our standards hardly seems to be fair Because in your own world there is no one who can compare Now the blood begins to boil Just like any other oil Tear them right off and scream at the night to try to make it right To hold you to our standards hardly seems to be fair Because in your own world there is no one who can compare You know all of the words But the timing is just not there You know in your own world There is no one who can compare
4.
In the home he built, the carpenter whose corridor was as crooked as the knee that you pushed onto the cavities you felt would never need or miss the air In the dark of night beneath the powerlines how they slit the night Hear the sounds they make, as if looking for a friend to reach the light But the dark it seems to cast out anyone who tries With the dawn they’ll come to sell them back to you the clothes that you once gave away and the path it seems familiar to me but the dust it seems to dry today They will leave when they’re full and they won’t give a damn of what you think is fair So you tore and you tore the carpet from the queen to reveal the flaws in all our plans, so let’s do it all again Take the last few seconds to realize that it was the same city where you fell in love We would walk in the scorching sun and that perfect place would elude us and the fireworks are just chemicals that I don’t understand So you hid the keys to keep yourself from harm but from whom or what was not so clear In any case you should spray in with pesticide and see who’ll come out alive The static sounds till dawn it will always be the same no matter what you steal though no one needs the power that they bring they can help me feel alive until the dawn turns everything to dust Take the last few seconds to realize that it was the same city where you fell in love We would walk in the scorching sun and that perfect place would elude us and the fireworks are just chemicals that I don’t understand
5.
Without a rider bowed down to the ground out of time there tuning in and they turned around Without a rider don’t know who’s feeding you Run anywhere to see if there is something new The lights are so bright make everything so small the sounds are not right made you throw them to the wall and fall It might be time to put him down It might be time It might be time to put him down It might be time One more time might just be the one like in your prime riding off into the sun Without a rider once thought it was you but there’s a place where all the promise that you knew is true it might be time there might be time for one more run before we go it might be time to put him down there might be time for one more run before we go it might be time to put him down there might be time for one more run
6.
They’re singing all these songs of love I know you want to pull them all apart The message that they send is strange dreary souls could see the light of day Paying all the bills from above, ashen men and uninspired art You would think it’s possible to change so your sympathy won’t wither and decay you know that games will go this way never asking why still you want to play some more with them they said that all will be displayed we know that is a lie we’ll never know the wile that you need to win and what it worse is that there will come a time when I will fold as well Your indifference is bothering me The room is closed, as if I’d want to see Your indifference is bothering me it floats in the breeze and begs you to believe you know that games will go this way never asking why still you want to play some more with them they said that all will be displayed we know that is a lie we’ll never know the wile that you need to win and what it worse is that there will come a time when I will fold as well
7.
Why do you come around here come around round here neither me nor mister Churchill want you anywhere near Why, oh why, oh why do you wear white socks on your feet Do they issue passports for your kind passports for your kind so anywhere I go, you’re always close behind Why, oh why, oh why do you wear white socks on your feet Why do you always find me when I’m all alone Just sit down relax a bit chew yourself a bone Why, oh why, oh why do you wear white socks on your feet Is it so that I won’t hear your claws hit the floor Is it so that I won’t hear your claws hit the floor Please don’t sneak up on me like that anymore
8.
He built the respect out of stone – the beast envied him. As much milk as there is of bones – another came to win. Troops were hers, they’d go and part the mother’s shame. the young were her children only in name. Fairly happy there with the collapse of the child. Break down the doors and be glad– they were all so young. With the last breath that they had – (they asked) is this the mother tongue? The words are lost in between two worlds, The language played the joke on us - and we could laugh along Wit can never be bargained nor sold Share this moment with me I would hold you in my arms But I guess the same joke is now upon us. What once was “our hearts’ truest desires” has become „bodies need cardiac organs“. And now I laugh alone at Shellfish, a military person.
9.
It‘s a worn down old thing just like this weary soul the wood has withered, the walls are thin and the roof is full of holes We‘d fill the walls with sawdust To keep out the cold It was too hard for me, but you said we must for when we grew old I sometimes look outside that window to see the house we once built It sunk down into the ground with all the guilt, But you‘re no longer around You‘d dig down, down, down with the dirt in your face and your fingernails brown, brown, brown ‘cause I didn’t want to take your place so you dug and you dug all night and day for a secret place So we could sometimes hide away and disappear, without a trace But was all so tame and small so you just built some more but the storm blew it down in the fall we’ll do it again, I remember we swore I sometimes look outside that window to see the house we once built It sunk down into the ground with all the guilt, But you‘re no longer around We found that ol ‚ wreck of a truck in the mud among the horses We’d clean off all the muck To see if it would drive by some stranger forces So we could drive across the land with swamp flowers on the dashboard and see about that band Along the ditch mile after mile we used to pull our raft against the stream so we could drift in peace just for a while and the clouds would melt into a dream And at night we’d try to find the way up to the surface to time we’d pay no mind We’d sneak first light of of day while the people slept inside though we didn’t need real instruments to play we’d live the dream, or at least we tried I sometimes look outside that window to see the house we once built It sunk down into the ground with all the guilt, But you‘re no longer around The years change our ways so we don’t know the same songs you’re too old to play or too young to stay but I’d still try to tag along cause I also like to roam I hoped our mother doesn’t see But the years they do and pride never let me be And I would cry all the way home I’m sorry that I Forget or can’t forgive Imagined crimes or dreams gone by But most of all, when I forget to live I then look outside that window Where there’s a line of guiding lights Like so many years ago on those cold november nights And see us sitting there ready to start building that old house all over again now it’s clean and warm inside and secret rooms to hide away in And that old car is parked outside ready to go, travelin’ All our friends are there we’ve brought back our dear old band In a great big hall, the music we’ll share It’s the ball that we never had. I sometimes look outside that window And see that you‘re sometimes around

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Flekar is an Icelandic indie-pop band which weaves synthesized and acoustic sounds into a tapestry of lo-fi gloom and detachment.

The story of Flekar started on a small motorcycle driving through dusty winding roads in remote areas in East Africa. Vignir (vocals and guitar) was at a crossroads, both literal and figurative, and that’s where the first songs were born. After returning from the desert he had quit his job, his old band, ended a relationship, run out of money and in need of a reboot. Music was the solution. Friends and kindred spirits joined in. Sibbi came first; played bass, sculpted and fleshed out the soundscapes of Flekar. The music then evolved to a place where the addition of Skúli on drums and general positivity became inevitable.

While the soundscapes are detailed and carefully orchestrated, the term 'lo-fi' is still applicable to the process, making a musical mosaic of offbeat pop with elements of folk and psych.

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released October 8, 2018

Sigurbjörn Már Valdimarsson, Skúli Arason, Vignir Andri Guðmundsson

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The story of Flekar started on a small motorcycle driving through dusty winding roads in remote areas in East Africa

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