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The Provenance
« How Would You Like to Be Spat At »
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| 1 | Who II TSC
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| | 2 | Heroine
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| | 3 | Catching Scarlet In The Sun
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| | 4 | How Would You Like To Be Spat At In The Face?
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| | 5 | Some Gossip On Stealing A Spouse
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| | 6 | Going Down
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| | 7 | Considering The Gawk, The Drool, The Bitch And The Fool
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| | 8 | Kick You So Hard
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| | 9 | About A Whore, About a Kill…
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| | 10 | Speeding To Get By |
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Emma Hellstrom - vocals, keyboards
Tobias Martinsson - vocals, guitars
Joakim Rosen - guitars
Jonnie Tall - bass
Joel Lindell - drums |
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All music composed & arrangement by The Provenance, all lyrics written by Joel Lindell
This record was cocieved at Gespert Recordings by The Provenance and mixed by Tobias Martinsson between July 22nd and October 4th 2004
Mastered at Bohus Mastering by Dragan Tanaskovic
Band photo by Marcus Bergman
Layout and artwork by Tobias Martinsson |
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| WoH II Tsc
You've become an obsession now
The taste of your lips is still there.
I need you one more time but now for real,
And not just a teaser.
We both know where we stand
It's just a matter of finishing off.
No interest in growing feelings,
Nor a chance of ever doing so.
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 Еще с первого альбома The Provenance зарекомендовали себя не очень обычной группой: играя классический готик дэт дум, они не гнушались идти на эксперименты и использовать трип хоп в качестве обязательного блюда на десерт. К третьей работе ингредиенты сохранились, только их концентрация возросла – шведы без всяких предисловий приглашают в путешествие по темным закоулкам вашего сознания, отлично создавая атмосферу тревожности и напряженности, характерную поздним работам Massive Attack. И пусть Вас не смущает, что порой в песнях чудится голос Лив Кристин - по музыке совпадений значительно меньше, да и вслушиваться в “How Would You Like To Be Spat At” придется не один раз, но потраченное время вернется сторицей и позволит незаметно скоротать сидя в любимом кресле не один ненастный вечер. (Диск предоставлен компанией CD Maximum) |
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Inside, I'll rip your bloody shirt
Now I'm winning.
The damage is already done and wounds are open
I might as well just bleed to death
I sure would bleed for you.
The draining has merely begun
You really suck somehow!
I might as well just screw the rest,
Then leave them all to you...ooouuuhhhhuuu...
I'm sorry for the things we did,
Sorry for your loss.
Sorry that you're nowhere near of ever being boss.
I'm sorry for the things I've said,
Sorry for your life.
Sorry about all the deeds,
Sorry about the knife...
I'm sorry for the things we did!
Outside, I'm in a world of hurt where all is spinning.
Inside, I'll srlitp your bloody shiroat
Now I'm winning.
Heroine
Give me a lighter,
Spoon and strap.
Give me a shipload full of crap.
Damage shall be done
And drugs will be my gun.
I need a reason to be sane.
Stick solutions in the vein.
Heavens will be done
Your hell will be my fun...
This will be my true release,
The dawning of a newer self.
Salvation never has come cheap
But I'm no fool,
At least not yet.
I wait for you,
My heroine of white.
I wish that you... and I...
I wish that we,
My heroine of white,
That we could be entwined...
I wait for you,
My heroine of white.
I wish that you... and I...
Entwine... eehaeea
A pale and tarnished face, inside
A cure of self and world.
Note to self
"I need your help",
To find my way through me.
I sure will hate for you,
My heroine of white.
I wish that we could be entwined,
My heroine......oine,
my, my, my heroine...
eahea...
Catching Scarlet In The Sun
Are you really that stupid,
Such a fool to think I'd give a damn?
What's yours is yours, not mine
I really can't be bothered anymore!
You look real pretty,
With that gun in your mouth
I give you that...
Your smile is godlike,
But I'd skip those tears.
I'm headed for excitement,
Care to join me?
I wouldn't mind at all.
It's just that
I really can't be bothered anymore!
I didn't mean for the window to get stained!
But that scarlet sure looks catching in the sun.
I didn't mean for the window to get stained!
But that scarlet sure looks catching in the sun.
And her smile,
And her gun...
You look real pretty,
With that gun in your mouth
I sure feel pretty
Won't bother
Nevermore!
Yes, you are pretty,
With that gun in your mouth
I give you that...
Your smile is godlike,
But loose the tears!
How Would You Like To Be Spat At In The Face
I want to tell it to your face,
The way you make me feel
Spit at all you stand for
And make you kneel.
I want to tell it to your face,
The hurt,
That your world's unreal.
Spit along your pavements
And make you see,
Make you see... haaoowww.
I wish to scream it to your face
The pain you put me through.
I wish my words could find a pace,
Harsch enough to suit you,
Harsch enough to suit you,
Harsch enough to suit you,
Harsch enough to suit you!
You and your pitiful narci-ssistic ways-s-s,
Girl,
How would you like to-o be s-spa-at at in the-the faace...
Some Gossip On Stealing A Spouse
What's this I hear,
You're leaving town?
Packed your bags,
Burnt your house,
To harmonies of pain and fears...
What's this I hear,
You killed some clown?
Stole his tags
And took his spouse,
To melodies of rain and tears...
7 hundred thousand towns away,
Nothing you can do...
7 hundred thousand towns away,
The world's refusing you...
7 hundred thousand towns away,
Nothing you can do...
7 hundred thousand towns away,
The world's refusing you......ooh...
What's this I hear,
You're coming home?
We miss you still despite your kill,
So welcome home to symphonies (ooh)
Of dread and horror,
Pain and sorrow... (ooh)
...pain...dread...n'pain and horror... ooh
...of dread and horror, pain and sorrow... (ooh)
...pain...n'dread...dread and horror... (ooh)
Going Down
I speak of truth,
Of facts and real things...
...Might be dim but know my surrounding.
I teach the lies,
Preach them skilfully...
...Might seem bright but don't live accordingly.
If someone should have figured me out,
Read the scam and pulled my pants,
I surely hope this someone chokes
On all and everything that I provide.
Let down,
One too many times.
Spat at,
One too many times.
Put down,
One too many times.
Laughed at,
One too many times.
If someone should have figured me out,
Read the scam and pulled my pants,
I surely hope this someone chokes
On all and everything that I provide.
Went down,
One too many times.
Hard on...
One too many times!
"I swear I didn't mean for them to die,
They just collapsed between my thighs.
I'm not to blame for being hard,
Surely it's a fact you can't discard."
Considering The Gawk, The Drool, The Bitch And The Fool
Brand me a chauvinist,
A rapist if you please.
Brand me a god and a seven-headed tease.
But if I were you
I'd stop right there!
Consider why you're drooling every time I'm in the near...
I'm in the neaar...
Brand me a racist,
A nazi if you please.
Brand me the son of every nasty sleaze.
But if I were you,
I'd give it a rest!
You're nothing but a shithead who's failed the test...
Call me a geezer,
Call me a fuck.
Tell me I'm crazy,
Tell me I suck.
But if I were you
I'd certainly know that most definitely
You are the lowest of low...
Aaaahhhhhh...aaaahhhh.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Careful with the names you call!
If I were you
I'd give it a rest!
Compared to me indeed you lack the zest...
Call me a geezer,
Call me a fuck...
Tell me I'm crazy,
Tell me I suck.
But if I were you,
I'd certainly know that most definitely
You are the lowest of low...
You are the lowest of low...
Kick You So Hard
You could'nt keep your mouth shut,
Could you...
You simply had to spread the news.
What you and I once shared together,
Now tread upon in every corner,
Every street.
How people pace in the groups to hear the latest,
How madly popular you've become.
It's such a great relief,
A comfort you should know
They all do follow my spit along these streets...
Broadcast every flaw
Now, don't you hesitate!
Inform the goddamn world I make mistakes.
You should know
I will retaliate!
Stomp your bloody face into the ground...
...Kick you so hard...
Kick you so hard!
About A Whore, About A Kill
There's a new day ahead as yesterday's put to bed.
And I'll watch it all with my new eyes and dread...
When the fever comes for you,
With its black eyes fixed like glue.
There she goes with her head held high,
Unaware she's about to die.
Poor thing was ill,
Had to do her in.
Peaceful and still
I love a good sin.
Poor thing was sick,
I put her down.
Bashed her with a brick
Then stole her crown.
There's a new day ahead as yesterday is put down.
And I'll watch it all as the world begins to drown...
Poor thing was sick,
I put her down.
Bashed her with a brick
Then stole her crown.
There's a new day ahead as yesterday is put down.
And I'll watch it all as the world begins to drown...
There's a new day ahead as yesterday is put down.
(aaahhhh)
And I'll watch it all as the world begins to drown...
(aaahhhh)
Speeding To Get By
The least you could do
Is Offer a hand to the miserably rooted.
The least you could do
Is stop for a while even if you don't care
There'll be no more speed limits after this...
There'll be no more speed limits after this...
I promise to get by as time itself press on,
And yes,
I'll give my hand in poverty,
In wealth.
So what if I don't care,
I say screw health...
I promise to get by as time itself press on,
And yes,
I'll give my hand in poverty,
In wealth.
So what if I don't care,
I say screw health...
There'll be no more speed limits when I'm done,
There'll be no more speed limits when I'm gone...
There'll be no more speed limits when I'm done,
There'll be no more speed limits when I'm gone...