Minus (experimental One Month Album)

by Stromm

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Minus is not representative of the music of Stromm as it is the result of an experimental
One Month Album project: all songs were written and recorded in the month of January 2016. We hope you enjoy it.

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released February 2, 2016

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Track Name: Mr Punch
Look out
It's behind you.
Look out
It's behind you.
You're scaring the children
Look out
It's behind you
Soldier cradles baby.

Mr Punch came for lunch
It was sausages at one.
The smile on the crocodile
Made it hard to func-tion.

Look out
It's behind you.
Look out
It's behind you.
The Freaky Four swimming
Look out
It's behind you
Can you tell who's winning?

The copper called a stopper
The investigation stalled
The dog licked up the blood
Mrs Punch was appalled.

Look out
It's behind you.
Look out
It's behind you.
They'll find you
The kind who signed
The binding contract with your mind
You climbed through the fur-lined enclosure to the blind
Ambassador to mankind
etc
Track Name: Laughing Owl
Where is laughing owl?
Call for a cast of jays.
He’s hiding in the undergrowth
Dank after a rainy day.

Where is laughing owl?
Send for a murder of crows.
If they find him in the woods
Then laughing owl’s all yours.

Where is laughing owl?
Call for a pitying of doves
And devil birds and decoy ducks.
He’s one of our past loves.

Oooh – ooh he won’t hear us anymore
Oooh – ooh he won’t hear us anymore
Oooh – ooh

Oooh – ooh he won’t hear us anymore
Oooh – ooh he won’t hear us anymore
Oooh – ooh
Track Name: Tracks
Where am I?
Passing through
Here I am once again
But this day won’t be the same
I’m speeding backwards through space
Heading out
Reflections cover the dark
I see a face in the glass
But is it mine?

Staying calm
Zoning out
Strip lights hollow my eyes
I know what time doesn’t buy
The night has fallen so fast, now it’s too late,
As colours drain from the land
I know it’s not black and white
Now it’s too late.

I have always fought the feeling, fighting fire and failing on my own terms
Thought that I had found the answer but you never feed me when I hunger.
Now I’m falling, falling freely into something, somewhere new will save me

Here I am
Dry as Bone
Buried heads in the sand
My ghost steps onto the ground
The platform’s under my feet
I'm going home.
To settle what must be done
Who suffered most from myself
Was it me?
Track Name: (Moved by a) Film of a Wave
Moved by a film of a wave
Watch myself washed away
By a film of a wave

Are you dry? Huddled on the shore
Waving off the tide
Settled in for more

Flailing in the offing
I can see you watching
Cliffs are coldly closing in

In a film of a wave
In a film of a wave
In a film of a wave
In a film of a wave

If I had a flare I’d try it
See if you’re moved by it
Or if you turn away

Sunlight freezing off the sand mites
Clinging to the dune grass
Bending in the wind

In a film of a wave
In a film of a wave
In a film of a wave
In a film of a wave

Held in the darkest of greens
‘Neath the largest of skies
Indeterminate scenes
In a film of a wave
In a film of a wave
In a film of a wave
In a film of a wave
Track Name: Dolls
I went into the room and there were rugs on the wall and rugs on the door and rugs on the floor
And the painted dolls on the shelves from smallest to biggest
And the slabs of rock were wet and cold and slippery against my hands
Hard and unyielding

And I went into the room and the rugs were on the floor and the books piled by the door and the wooden dolls on the shelves from biggest to small.
The red lollipops are all in a row, transparent when held up to the light. Lick one and see what happens.
The green lollipops are all in a row. Crush one and see what happens.
The strips of silk were delicate and smooth, fragile and tender in my hands.

And the painted dolls were gone.
Track Name: Paper Tiger
There’s clearly a line that has nothing to do
with whether or not you get paid
Enjoy the pleasures and passions of life
And don't be ashamed of yourself
Our priorities are all messed up and we fear they'll stay that

way.

The peace you're searching for is located in the premises of

the Paper Tiger.

The eyes in a photograph looking at you
Get an idea to sell what you love
The pornographer's money can sing you to sleep
Baring their teeth, out of tune.
Our priorities are all messed up and we fear they'll stay that

way.

The peace you're searching for is located in the premises of

the Paper Tiger.

So, thank you to everyone
Who has ever contributed.
Ideas jump from brain to brain.
Exchanging gifts for guns.
We're a troupe of animals
We're a parasitic meme
Deconstructed then reborn
To achieve the desired result.

Allowing variety where there is need
A shaking of hands where it counts
We relinquish control at the start
When we accepted the terms that were made
Our priorities are all messed up and we fear they'll stay that

way.

The peace you're searching for is located in the premises of

the Paper Tiger.
Track Name: The Picture (that explained everything)
So I went to bed
and all those thoughts went through my head
About today and what I'd done
And the stupid things I'd said
That might've hurt someone.

Then I fell asleep
and images began to creep
Misguided gunmen at the door.
A ground-down man began to weep
Can't take it anymore.

Then someone was there
Something about them made me scared
They showed a picture in a frame
I sat up so I could stare
Everything was explained.
Track Name: Half-Remembered Thing
The half remembered vision
caught between dream and wake
Who are the shadows on the wall?
A hundred people marching with wet feet
The sounds of voices I can’t make out what they are saying
And the window is speckled with refracted spines
Droplets of cut glass crystals
I can’t see through

I can’t see through my eyes ‘cause they are
Spiked with tears
But no one can see what is inside
Deep inside my belly you will find
The knots of rage
I am pacing round the cage like a wild brute
With twisted fur

Is he still here?
He’s no longer there

But the clock ticks
Secure and warm and round
A steady sound
Punctuating the past
Marking the present