You are not safe

En låt tillägnad tåg som går före utsatt tid. Sång av Snusan. Finns med på Geigersounds vol.1 i poppig version. Ovanstående industripopversion från Extended Accidents.

You are not safe, developing machineries
and missing opportunities
Things will happen anyway


The stories that you told
You even said you cared
I consider going insane
You left me in the cold
evening of despair
A typical reaction of a train

You are not safe
since you don’t react
when you make a mistake
You think you won’t get hurt on the rails
Your doom is soon a fact
if you don’t awake
and see that the human factor sometimes fails

Run

Snusan sjunger. Pop-version finns med på samlings-CD:n Interko. Ovanstående version från Extended Accidents.

Run – You’ll never get a second chance
Run – you can’t hide away


Open up your sleepless eyes
notice your imprisonment
Breakout of your cold trammels of conformity

The daggers of hypocrisy
takes their toll on liberty
There’s just one way out this trap, take my advice – Run

Every little move you make
every little word you say
will be dissected to complete distortion

Desert dreams

En hymn till en kall öl i öknen. Snusan sjunger. Finns med på samlings-CD:n Interko. Ovan finns den stökigare versionen från Extended Accidents.

I want to take you in my hand and follow you.
You’re so cold and wet.
I’ve got a burning desire to swallow you.
I want to taste your juice – it’s the pearling dream of the desert.


Long time has
elapsed since I saw you.
In your prison of glass
you wait in silence
to rescue me.

Don’t hide, ride with me
see my inside.
Your an easier way to be together
I’ve got thirst.

A love affair I want
to have with you.
A perfect pair.

In my dreams

Reviderades med Snusan på sång till Extended Accidents. Spelad i P3 demo och utgiven på samlings-CD:n Monument/6. På originalet sjunger både Johan och Lars.

Discovering the pleasure
in covering your treasure.
Discovering the pleasure in you.

In my dreams
I will explore
the scent of your skin
while we’re entering together,
entering your room.
Gently you move
and beg for more.

In my dreams
your wealth makes me
less poorly equipped,
because it’s just a matter
of how much I can tell
you flattering words
seldomly heard.

In my dreams
I get more than a glance
 – a chance to explain
and reality is friendly
in my dreams.