Tomorrow, St. Peter

by Tomorrow, St. Peter

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04:00
2.
04:51
3.
04:40
4.
01:29
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04:23
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04:24
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01:17
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released 20 March 2015

All tracks recorded, written and performed by Tomorrow, St. Peter

Tomorrow, St. Peter is:
Axel Ljungström: Vocals, Synth, Percussion
Simon Ampuero: Guitars, Backing Vocals
André Ampuero: Guitars
Erik von Campenhausen: Bass (tracks 1,7,9)
Simon Dovhage: Drums
And:
Joel Petersson Ivre: Bass (tracks 2-6)

Produced, Mixed and Mastered by: André Ampuero
with assistance from Simon Ampuero
Additional Vocals on track 7 by: Emmelie Lofthagen
Artwork: Simon Dovhage

Recorded in Joels Basement and Andrés room during 2013-2014

Thank you: Magnus Ivre, Adeeb Mohamed, SSE, I Love Your Lifestyle, Gabriel Bhatia, Emmelie Lofthagen, Paul Schu and Through Love Rec.

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Track Name: Tyne
The football derby last week
Ended with a stain of dried blood
A reminder
That a young man died
It's funny that a boy who
Used to look so sweet can get so
Ugly when
You stomp out his teeth

His mother says she'll
Jump off the Tyne Bridge
If it's true what she was told last night
And his brother
Swears at god and
Team sports of any kind

Oh how the mackem boys could run
Track Name: Oakland
In the gallery
I have left ambitions
Dreams of recognition

But I've designed a master plan
One final cue

Hanging passes as performance art
Accessible yet avant-garde
Reviews will be difficult to top
I'll finally have a name

Now you’re twice the age you were
At the middle of your life

Oakland welcomes you
With music and with red wine
But Oakland always tells
lies

Kiss me when you can
Oakland
Kiss me now that you’re young.
Oh, you’re so young

Kiss me, when you can.
Oakland.
Kiss me, you’re young
You’re so young

Kiss me on the beach, in the gallery,
In your trendy cafés
Kiss me at the bay

Kiss me on the beach, in the gallery,

In the middle town

Kiss me good bye

Kiss me on the beach, in the gallery,
In your trendy cafés
Kiss me at the bay

Kiss me on the beach,
Now that you can – Oakland
Track Name: Iceberg
I am an iceberg
Watch me as I exhale
Liquid
Big mouth, you're nothing
Sweet tongue, sweet cheeks
Sweet nothing

And as he simply can't be asked anything at all
I'll pierce a hole just where it hurts
His intellect

Borders, nations
Growth and victims
Rape and social
Darwinism

I am an iceberg
Watch me as I exhale
Liquid
We'll drown your lifework
In the fountain

Outside the University of Edinburgh
Outside the University of Aberdeen

I'm alone again
Track Name: Sarah's Dead
God is gone, I know he is but
You know this does not mean he was ever really here
Sarah's dead, I know she is but
How does this mean she still exists, oh please be rational now

No, my lord, a story has
No beginning or end, you are redundant here
No, no, no, father, a story has
No beginning or end, you are redundant here
Track Name: Figurine
I was puzzled to discover
Fat pigs at the super markets
Rarely dwell in plastic packing or in tins
Still carcasses but with impeccable skin

Liberty has once deceived us
Whenever it's here to free us
It is blind to everyone but wealthy swine
Who wish to drive their cars and fuck their wives

And I'm prepared to offer

The guillotine for strict routine
Figurine, figurine, figurine
The crime lies in your self-esteem
Figurine, figurine, figurine
To fierce steel,
Clay yields

Lately I've been in the sightline
Of illumination's cold eyes
But I've learnt that it's not hard to change your views
Especially when you care for the truth

Lately I've been in the sightline
Of illumination's cold eyes
But I've learnt that it's not hard to change your mind
Especially when you're human
And especially when you're fair and when you're kind

No, my father's race
Will have to earn my face

Lately I've been in the sightline of illumination's cold eyes, enshrined

For every man two shackled hands
For every child an unsoiled mind

An unsoiled
An unsoiled
An unsoiled mind
Track Name: Hard Patterns
I've been touched by many men
And I truly take offence
At words expressed by poets
And deluded pens

Are you down tonight

I've met girls with power
And I truly take offence
At our endorsing thinkers
Who claim skin matters

I have seen myself too many times
For me not to take offence
It seems I am the only one
With integrity

It's a foul stench of distrust
As I have sold my-self cheaply
What you welcome is a beating
By what you always have looked down upon

I would love to but I can’t

Patterns hard as rock appear
And I truly take offence
At our romanticising
Of this pounding flesh

In the wetlands where I found myself
I did truly take offence
At peoples' glorifying
What we call human
Track Name: Locas Liebt
Happiness is a dead thief, you say
Listening to your sweet voice, I nod

Haven’t killed before but I’ll do anything for you
This island’s sake is yours and I promise it my fingertips
Haven’t killed before but I’ll do anything for you
I know this is war I understand

Understand, oh how could I not
Understand every word you say
I’ll raise my fist for love and
For Rory O’Connor

You whisper
Locas, pay off your debts and when you come back
You may bring anything but the union jack

I’m a hun
An intruder, you say
Listening to your sweet voice
I nod

Here it goes
The church on Shankill Road stands bare
So here it goes

There’s a young girl here who
Looks me in the eye and I…
I think about you my love

And she dies
Track Name: By Nietzsche's Grave
The great hunter is dead...
I drape his grave in warm floral curtains...
Kissing the cold stone, I say:

Elusive I sit on your grave
A ridicule – fairer than you had imagined
Peculiar father!
Your children will not disappoint,
They're walking the earth with god steps

No really... here is my place,
My father's tumble-down grave...

Gods – do forever guard this place.

(Where am I?)
We will never disappoint you
We’ve got nothing else to cling to