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Pinetree romance
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A track from the album "Jorm is a world".
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Jorm is a world. Well, it's mainly the brainchild of my musical vision but onstage we are a whole band. On the recordings however, I solely perform all instrume
Jorm is the brainchild of multi-instrumentalist Fredrik Andersson but began as a joke called "Riffkollektivet" (freely translated "The Riff Community") with the amibition of making old school progressive rock. As any good joke it detoured into more serious territory and became sort of a dual-existing project with a live directed band on one side and a recording project on the other and that's where we're at. The emphasis is still on symphonic prog rock but the palette has extended to include just about anything that pops into Fredrik's hairy head. In short: Jorm is on one hand a one-man recording project and on the other hand a full band occaisonally performing selected songs live wherever they may get the chance. Or even shorter: Jorm is a world.
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#1,114 in subgenre Peak #17
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Peak #158
Author
Fredrik Andersson
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Fredrik Andersson
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July 26, 2010
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MP3 7.1 MB 128 kbps 7:46
Story behind the song
This is a rather busy but fun track, very King Crimson-ish if I may say so. It's another one of those ancient Riffkollektivet-songs which I decided deserved a better treatment than to rot in the vaults. Lots of sharp turns, heavy on the organ and mellotron and an instrumental passage concluding with a nifty guitar break. That about sums it up. The lyrics deal with patriotic narrow-mindedness referring to my own country.
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I hear the masters are calling They want you under their hands No fear while you are resting And trade all your gold for sand Tired eyes see revelations unveiled to moral dismay Loud bells, sirens alarming whenever the lights turn wrong Pinetree scenery - Penitentiary Hands on the blanket when lying and dream forth the realm of your dreams Whipped, chained, forced and deceived Silent opression rears Fool's mind granted with fear Bribed with wave of the flag Lakeside views always soften whenever the souls need guidance Pinetree scenery - Penitentiary Injected blood, much thinner than the water Anything to keep the distance off How it must hurt standing aside watching People getting off unbound of runes I hear it well, the wind plays in the foilage I too hear bugles deafening out the strings Off-key and tensed beyond audible trembling Fist clenched in the pockets all the while The ancient hoax that when we talk, they listen keeps the banners high in days of May As if outside the club of mutual envy the pines and might approval could retain our face Do your best, if you dare Watch it though, people can see! Midland retreat at the shoreline Shoreland retreat at sea Knights with intents clear as snow when sympathies pouring out Loud cries for the inferiors when soothing out our conciense Pinetree scenery Keep us thinking we are free
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