"Into the Stream" as written by and Kristian Matsson....
When you mend the patches of my clothin'
You know every thread goes through my heart
Guessin' that the river's gonna dry up
Well, I said that's not the reason why we bard

Lookin' 'round the corner where I left you
Wonderin' whatever led me there
Knowin' that a quiet, unconscious feeling could be bought to drown a memory anywhere

She said, "I don't want your medicine and I don't need the sparrow in my art (heart?)"
When I'm covered by the thunder I get rid of all your breath deep in my lungs
Splayed in the wind apart

And when I touch the ceiling on a spring day
Wishin' it could heed up every crow
So that they could lift me by my shoulders
Take me from this frozen lake and let you know

Just that I want to be your medicine I want to feed the sparrow in your art
When I'm covered by the thunder I'll get rid of all the breath deep in our lungs
Splayed the wind apart

Hell I'm still standing 'round the corner where I left you
Diggin' up a quite sufficient track
Never know when you're behind that angle with a tranquilizer gun in your sweet pair(?)

Oh I want to be your medicine I want to feed the sparrow in your art
When we're covered by the thunder we'd become just one and feel the lightning shard
Splayed the wind apart


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"Into the Stream" as written by Kristian Matsson

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    General CommentI love this guy's lyrics. Vivid yet simple symbols. I think the whole song circles around surrendering to the soul of the nature and animal within all we human beings. For it is far more real and romantic and beatuiful than the electric metal illusions of what life and living has become.

    The coldhardrain, the brightsharpsun, the thunderstrike... Nature shakes us from the dream that is what our hands and minds have created. The nature is greater than all we can make, but it is not greater than we ourselves. It is equal. We are part of the Nature. The Nature is part of we. Sometimes we forget this.

    Let's (?)come all(?) steal! We will lie and cheat and turn around all their limit signs! Redirect this great old boring road into the depths of a lion's mouth... Just to see if there's something we believe. This is my favorite part. It's rebellion and youthful pride. Our sins are what make us human. Our mistakes separate us from Godmachines. The world is truly rolling down a great old boring road. And humans are pushing it along. Rules and limits and percentages and functions and other illusory crap. It's black and white ideas. A lion's mouth is Red, Orange, and Yell!ow, (Scar)let and dust, the infinite glory and power and fear and beauty. And Rage. And Love if you want to swing it. And we'll reach out and touch that, just to see if there's something really there. Just something. It might disappear as soon as your fingers taste the colors, but as long as you're able to touch something, even if only for a second, you should. Shouldn't you? Well, at least you should sometimes.


    The dog in every human will drink till the oceans dry. Till the liquid is gone. And when that's gone, where's some more? Our thirst shall never never be ultimately quenched. Life can never be ultimately satified, except by death. And the dog in every human will pull and fight and wrench and yank untill that which binds him/her is broken and shredded. Freedom is an illusion/ideal that we will break and snap and run and gnash to acquire.

    I hear the last part of this verse as

    And everyone that he will run down
    will see his limbs as they grow
    and people will see if there's something
    they believe.

    Freedom to run like wild dogs will make our limbs grow! And how nice it is to grow.

    This last verse is a little confusing to me. Let us let the weathergirl die. The poor dear. When we killed the sound and when the screen is dark and charged... This makes me think of a TV being turned off. and then this limousine parked outside ready to be thrown in the stream. Strange and beautiful. I'm not totally sure, but I could see the limousine as a symbol of fame and wealth and human capital or something, being driven off a bridge to eternally rest at the bottom of the blibbering stream. but that's just me spitballing.

    Anyway, such a great song. I didn't expect to write all this ha.

    Unplug the Machines!
    Save Infinity!
    Julietsonon October 10, 2009   Link

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