Masks

by [tranq/mit]

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Intimate and intense debut album of pseudoarchaic musician [tranq/mit]. Acoustic guitar, voice and thumping feet with dashes of bowed lyre. An otherworldly, yet familiar place for the mind to escape to.

A dark but hopeful picture of humanity and the masks we, knowingly or unknowingly, wear as we make our way through the world.

credits

released September 23, 2014

CREDITS:

All instruments and vocals by Martin Åkesson.
Swedish lyrics by Martin Åkesson.

Recorded in a grey classroom in Helsinki July-August 2014.

Mastered by great friend Girilal Baars.





Freesound.org sounds used:
"Wind in the trees" by laurent, freesound.org/people/laurent/sounds/16995/
"Milagra.mp3" by foosiemac, freesound.org/people/foosiemac/sounds/76797/
"20070325.crane.wav" by dobroide, freesound.org/people/dobroide/sounds/32746/
"120323-010-canada_geese.wav" by reinsamba, freesound.org/people/reinsamba/sounds/151298/,
"20071202.walking.shadow.wav" by dobroide, freesound.org/people/dobroide/sounds/44708/
"Epic Laughter" by Tomlija, freesound.org/people/Tomlija/sounds/106883/
"Berlin rant 2.wav" by uair01
freesound.org/people/uair01/sounds/242497/

All sounds licensed under: creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

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[tranq/mit] Berlin, Germany

[tranq/mit] is sometimes something, sometimes nothing, made by a fellow called Martin Åkesson.

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Track Name: Isador
Ack, min Isador
Blind av rök och eld
Blodet porlar mot din häll
För dig, min Isador

Brinn, min Isador
Stel av hungersnöd
Sväljer jag din glöd
För dig, min Isador

Se mig, Isador
Svart av hjärtesorg
Bygger jag din borg
För dig, min Isador

Bär mig, Isador
Röd av tankeblod
Strömmar jag i din flod
För dig, min Isador

Se mig, Isador
Glömd av den jag var
Ger jag dig allt jag har
Mitt allt, min Isador



English (approximate) translation:

Oh, Isador
Blinded by smoke and fire
Blood boiling in my veins
For you, my Isador

Burn, my Isador
Dry from starvation
I gulp down your glow
For you, my Isador

See me, Isador
Black from the heart's sorrow
I build your fortress
For you, my Isador

Carry me, Isador
Red from blood of thoughts
I stream in your waters
For you, my Isador

See me, Isador
Forgotten by the one I was
I give you everything
My all, my Isador
Track Name: Klagan (Lament)
Jag vrider mina händer i blod
Jag höjer blicken ovan molnen
En himmel gjord av brustna glas
En brottsling oförlåten

Min tid är glömd, min levnad bruten
Små röda flagor yr i natten
Jag lever på en värld av rök
Mitt huvud under vatten

Ack, världen är ett mörker stort
Och ensamheten tung att bära
Jag sörjer ej mitt unga liv
Ej heller världslig ära

Jag lämnar denna karga tid
Jag skänker vinden min förtvivlan
Strö maskar över min bleka hud
Och lägg mig ner att vila



English (approximate) translation:

I wring my hands in blood
I raise my eyes above the clouds
A sky made of broken glass
An unforgiven criminal

My time is forgotten, my living broken
The night full of whirling embers
I live upon a world of smoke
My head under water

Oh, the world is a great darkness
And loneliness is hard to bear
I do not mourn my young life
Nor worldly honor

I leave these cruel times
I give my despair to the winds
Let the worms fall upon my pale skin
And put me down to rest
Track Name: Fradga (Froth)
Kom visa din falska tunga
Visa fradgan runt din mun
Och låt din skarpa blick
Skära mig i bitar

Låt mig känna dina svarta tankar
Dina fingrar runt min själ
Ge mig ditt brinnande hat
Och jag är din
Blind och övergiven

Kom
Kom till mig
Kom ta mig ut
Ut ur kylan

Ge
Ge mig mig
Ge mig tillbaka

Och du faller som sand i mina händer
Som taggtråd i min mun
Och jag håller ditt liv mellan mina tänder
Min sista vakna stund



English (approximate) translation:

Come, show me your false tongue
Show the froth around your mouth
Let your sharp gaze
Cut me in pieces

Let me feel your black thoughts
Your fingers around my soul
Give me your burning hatred
And I am yours
Blind and abandoned

Come
Come to me
Come, take me out
Out of the cold

Give
Give me me
Give me back

And you fall like sand in my hands
Like barbed wire in my mouth
I hold your life between my teeth
My last waking moment