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You used to sing a lot she said the other day
You used to wear that smashing smile in that rosy-cheeked face
It’s been a while since I've seen you that way
I must admit I start to be concearned
back then
I could tell when you were back from work again
As you whistled happy songs that everybody knows
And the tune came blowing up the street at dawn
So you came up with that joke the other day
Of that boy and girl and how they’ve gone astray
approving all sowly Good luck then Yours truly
back then
I could tell when you were back from work again
As you whistled happy songs that everybody knows
And the tune came blowing up the street at dawn
Now it’s only how they do you wrong
it's only lament and complaints
maybe you've been battered and brought down
by the blindfolded saints
a sneaky withering
comes to the fore
an awkward sense of stupid dissary
thats slowly creaping in to what had almost been
the closest we'd ever get to home
back then
I could tell when you were back from work again
By that whistled happy songs that everybody knows
And the tune came blowing well but now you're gone
you're gone!
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In this room I think I'm not alone
a whispering voice got me awake
there's someone pushing and grabing hold of me
along my walk around the bend
I see my hand washing a strangers face
writing a note, he holds the pen
the bitter taste with every sip I have
when later on he offers me a drink
I ask myself: When have you captured me?
It gets so clear you won't back off back in
and in the end it seems we disagree
on where to go and when to start
Sorting my Head, he answers rapidly
remote-control is out of reach
I keep on asking: Why you entered here?
When did I ever ask you in?
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Passed a sleepless night of reasoning my fights
Standing in the doorway uncomfortably uptight
nothing can heal the scars that we left.
nothing can bring me back
the damage's done, it's a crooked “We'll push through”
I did my best. what now?
but we're over. Over the edge
and the blood ruined the sheeds of the bed
yeah, yeah
A farewell to this bright Illusion
Yeah, yeah
I ran for it but never got close
yeah, yeah
my spine gets twisted while I am
yeah, yeah
trying not to turn and try again
Every move I make to pull the blanket close
is leaving you more bare and shivering from cold
There is no way, nowhere to rest.
In the end I am the only one blessed
yeah, yeah
A farewell to this bright Illusion
Yeah, yeah
I ran for it but never got close
yeah, yeah
my spine gets twisted while I'm
yeah, yeah
trying not to turn and try again
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Down my bowel theres one big cobweb
for you to get caught in
up these stairwell theres a room all filled
with a treasure I swear
Now I’m 32 and still preparing for what I’m gonna say
On interviews I never gave when I was 28
I’m slowly speeding aiming high though I’m tired of the game
Pay the blinds and keep on rising with empty hands
may god give they are not calling
for I guess I'd better fold
dead hands played on me now
I'm spinning off this satellite
on this table in a crowded room the silence gets so loud
the words are feeling so rejected since I crossed them out
the rivers on the rise I feel it flowing 'round me feet
ain't nobody here to recognize that I'm in need
of someone to make some plans with
a collusion's what I dare
sharks are circling 'round us
welcome to despair
So I'm going, So I'm goin' all-in!
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4 Track Debut-EP mixed and mastered by Synthision Studios © 2013
White Crane: Hilmar (voc), Matthias (git), Florian (git), Manuel (bass), Herby (drums) [2013]
This is what canadian Fanzine "Don't spread bullshit, spread music" says about it:
"With a strong immersive experience and a sonic delivery very close to Dredg, this band bridges the gaps between progressive pop and emo with a 4 track EP. Hailing from Münster, White Crane build vast paintings of sonic stimulation. Forever shifting and morphing into the present moment, the progressions are thoughtful and play with many dynamical spectrums and emotions. This jump from mindset to mindset, aids the bipolar and fusion-pop delivery. With the typical punk chorus peak, the band is very familiar yet atypical regarding the intricacies within breakdowns and note choicing. When the band chooses to go in a more distorted and post-punk direction, they create a very effected sweeping wave of jarring and soothing tug of wars. Really focused on melodic lines that hang in the air, they have a unique sound to experiment with and I wonder when the tempo and rhythm sections will explore some concepts as vast as the reverbal sound of the string sections. Sounding so much like Dredg, the music almost demands a drum and bass breaking point which is that band’s signature, breaking bonds with acts like Dish Walla."
Flight 13 Mailorder, Freiburg / Germany:
www.flight13.com/details/105999/white-crane-god-luck-then-yours-truly
Green Hell Mailorder, Münster / Germany:
www.greenhell.de/katalog/indie/detail_70257.html?page=1&searchstring=white%20crane&bezeichnung=band_album&searchmediatype=-1&listcount=15
Allschools Network, Cologne / Germany:
www.allschools.de/record/1320811?10