The Reptones. In grid, it s only a movie

The Reptones In grid, it s only a movie

The Reptones How was your day? While I m reaching to kill the light Now we re shooting in black and white As our movie fades away I can almost hear you say: How was your day? I ve been drifting for way too long I ve been singing the same old song I ve been looking for a friend Who ll be there in the end to say: How was your day? Written and composed by: Bo Bech Bo Bech: Lead vocal, piano Brian Mathiesen: Duet vocal Morten Steingrim: Bass Rolf Gjesdal: Electric guitar, kaossilator Simon Ruberg: Drums Paul Kimble: Vocal harmonies

Check the beat Verify my every action / Check the beat, there s no reaction / Try to find some piece of mind / be free / Time will come and time will heal me / Take my mind of her believe me / I ll be better, so much better please / Now I m telling you / That when everything comes to show / I d give anything to let go / Murderballads, songs of silence / Thoughts of you and thoughts of violence / I ll be better, so much better please / In the deep end I ll be swimming / sharks will lick my feet / I am shivering / I ll be better, so much better please / when everything comes to show / I d give anything to let go / Check the beat and take some action / There will be a sweet reaction. Written and composed by: Brian Mathiesen Bo Bech: Bass Brian Mathiesen: Lead vocal, acoustic guitar Morten Steingrim: Piano, glockenspiel Rolf Gjesdal: Electric guitar Simon Ruberg: Drums, percussion, backing vocals Time after time Time after time you will celebrate something you ve got / Honor your friends and your family and everything you have / And you go ooh - Time after time after time / Time after time you ll be sitting home alone by yourself / Wondering where everyone went, and just how that felt / You will get up and scream your lungs out, but no one will hear / Swear to start everything over, but nothing is clear / And you go ooh - Time after time after time / And it s gonna break your heart / and it s gonna make you see / Help me get up because I ve fallen and you re not around / All I can hear is a doorbell with no sound. Written and composed by: Brian Mathiesen & Niels Meredin Bo Bech: Piano, harmonica, backing vocals Brian Mathiesen: Lead vocal, acoustic guitar Morten Steingrim: Bass Niels Meredin: Electric guitar, pedal steel guitar Simon Ruberg: Drums, percussion Paul Kimble: Vocal harmonies

Put out the stars Put out the stars and the sun they can t help me none Don t give me a chest full of gold because I don t care to have one Now that you re gone nothing means that much to me Like Johnny said: You can t put your arms around a memory Yeah I can t make love to the past I have to go straight ahead and never look back And I hope the sun will show All of you people who think you ve got it made Be sure that you keep what you have because no one is safe Take my advice: Look into your lover s eyes And like Robert said: Don t go mistaking paradise... You re bound to hold on to the past If you don t go straight ahead and never look back And hope the sun will show Written and composed by: Bo Bech Bo Bech: Lead vocal, piano Brian Mathiesen: Acoustic guitar Morten Steingrim: Bass Niels Meredin: Pedal steel guitar Rolf Gjesdal: Acoustic guitar Simon Ruberg: Drums, percussion Paul Kimble: Vocal harmonies Kasper Wagner: Saxophone Peter Kehl: Trumpet Natural born coward Written and composed by: Brian Mathiesen Bo Bech: Bass Brian Mathiesen: Lead vocal, acoustic and electric guitar Morten Steingrim: Rhodes Electric Piano Rolf Gjesdal: Electric guitar Simon Ruberg: Drums, toy-drums, percussion, backing vocals Paul Kimble: Bowed bass Get out of my car I m never alone here So damn devoted I never intended If you don t make a sound I can t help you out Get away, get out of my car Never alone here I m so damn devoted The natural born coward If you don t make a sound I can t help you out I lie awake sometimes I can t help you out

Hiding under water I saw you on the street last night You looked so frail to me You gave me a hug and your biggest smile But I could see the sorrow in your eyes And it s like hiding under water Eventually you re gonna drown You know it s hard sometimes to breathe the air of life So let s not do it on our own I will be there if you want me to come along with you Please don t hide your troubles away from me We all know what it s like To be in pain and misery To live in fear of discovery Because, it s like hiding under water Eventually you re gonna drown You know it s hard sometimes to breathe the air of life So let s not do it on our own I will be there if you want me to take the fall Written and composed by: Bo Bech Bo Bech: Lead vocal, piano, harmonica Brian Mathiesen: 12-string guitar Morten Steingrim: Bass Rolf Gjesdal: Electric guitar, kaossilator Simon Ruberg: Drums Paul Kimble: Vocal harmonies I d give my soul heard a be-bopping bird blowing notes of fire didn t sing a word sounded like a choir i d give my soul just to understand oh my soul just to understand hey ho John Cage you prepared my singing all the plug-ins in the world can t top the insects swinging i d give my soul... i read the books i fanned the fire i m ready now take me higher i prayed to the muse for my desire i m ready now higher higher this is my Son House send me his death letter out of tune and out of time it doesn t get much better i d give my soul... + i read the books Written and composed by: Rolf Gjesdal Bo Bech: Bass Rolf Gjesdal: Lead vocal, electric guitar, kaossilator Simon Ruberg: Drums, percussion

Apathy It s hard to believe, when there s no one around Are you an illusion, are my feelings profound? Because I miss you every night of the week, and I watch you baby in my dreams It s hard to yes, and it s hard to say no But how can keep on walking this tightrope? When I miss you every night of the week, and I watch you baby in my dreams You ve got me wasted don t you? You ve got me dreamin of you You got me wasted don t you? This apathy is killing me I want to get up, but I stay in bed I don t want to smoke, but I do want to smoke I want a drink, but I don t want a drink And I want you, but I don t want you This apathy is killing me Emotions You chew me up and spit me out You spin my head and make me shout The things you say and do, I can t repeat You make me hide, you make me run You hang me out to dry in the blistering sun You make me feel unsure and obsolete Your emotions are crippled And your morals are corrupt You should be made to wear iron You should be locked up or shot You smirk and stab me in the back You send me into quakes of a panic attack I m left to do the clearance of debris You charm me with your sweetest smile And then treat me like I m a pedophile I m down, but now it looks like up to me I ain t asking for something You ve never given before I just want your pride babe And your ass on the floor Written and composed by: Bo Bech & Niels Meredin Bo Bech: Lead vocal, bass Brian Mathiesen: Backing vocals Morten Steingrim: Organ Niels Meredin: Electric guitar Rolf Gjesdal: Electric guitar/e-bow Simon Ruberg: Drums, percussion Written and composed by: Bo Bech & Niels Meredin Bo Bech: Lead vocal, bass, vocal harmonies Brian Mathiesen: Electric guitar Morten Steingrim: Organ Niels Meredin: Electric guitar, backing vocals Rolf Gjesdal: Electric guitar Simon Ruberg: Drums, percussion

Forgive/Forget you and me we don t agree / not on the song, not on the key / love, insecurity and pride we can mix it up or let it slide / can you feel the way it grows / can t be confined who knew love could be this blind / we were partners, we were one / like Sigmund Freud and Carl Gustav Jung / both alone to be right / how come things turned out so wrong can you feel the way... / forgive/forget / don t tell me you re not ready yet / let live / let go / let it blossom let it grow / the little triggers that we pull every day invisible bullets ricochet (ricochet) / forgive/forget / don t tell me... Written and composed by: Rolf Gjesdal Bo Bech: Bass, backing vocals Brian Mathiesen: Electric guitar, backing vocals Morten Steingrim: Organ, Rhodes, backing vocals Niels Meredin: Electric guitar Rolf Gjesdal: Lead vocal, electric guitar Simon Ruberg: Drums, backing vocals Pigeon wings there s angels on my windowsill pretending they got time to kill discussing time and friendship and the ways of the world but they just wanna sing the angels here have pigeon wings they sing of what tomorrow brings their asphalt songs are drowned out by the seagulls cries be-bopping on my roof you would never end up you would never end up like this... you don t like stupid poetry even when it comes from me the sound of chinese whispers don t soothe you no more how long have you known you would never end up you would never end up like this... Written and composed by: Rolf Gjesdal Bo Bech: Accordion, backing vocals Brian Mathiesen: Backing vocals Morten Steingrim: Backing vocals Rolf Gjesdal: Lead vocal, acoustic guitar Simon Ruberg: Drums, percussion, backing vocals Paul Kimble: Bass, backing vocals

Recorded live at Reptone Studios, Copenhagen, Denmark. All songs are produced by Paul Kimble. Track 1/3/4/6/8 is mixed by Paul Kimble. Track 2/5/7/9/10/11 is mixed by Morten Steingrim and The Reptones. Mastered by Thor Legvold at Sonovo, Stavanger, Norway. Front cover drawing by Eva Roel. Art direction by Brian Mathiesen and Simon Ruberg. Design/layout/Prepress by Simon Ruberg. Photos by Niels Meredin and The Reptones. Thanks for all the love and support from friends and families!

TARGETCD1216 The Reptones Ingrid, it s only a movie 1 How was your day?...2:24 2 Check the beat...2:58 3 Time after time...3:18 The Reptones 4 Put out the stars...3:59 5 Natural born coward... 5:00 6 Hiding under water...4:23 7 I d give my soul...3:55 8 Apathy... 4:11 9 Emotions...3:01 10 Forgive/Forget...4:45 11 Pigeon wings...3:01 P & C Target Distribution TARGETCD1216 www.thereptones.com All rights reserved 2012 5 700907 255309 The Reptones TARGETCD1216

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