Letters from Alaska

by As My World Burns

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    Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    AMWB first album. 10 track LP recorded at Noisehead Studios by Mario Jezik ( Austria )

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Noisehead Records ( 2009 ) NHR0909CD

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released September 5, 2009

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Track Name: Jacqueline
Flames… She was in flames..
As the winter froze my breath..
Flames.. She was in flames..
Posing for an unfinished painting..

All that’s left are ashes and this blue light
The night will tell what happened here
And will embrace us all…

The moon is bleeding to death

All the moments are falling apart..
All my strenth is getting weaker..
My voice becoming voiceless..
And my throat can’t make a sound

All the words beneath my skin
Hold on to my veins..
Should I try to let them out slowly?
Or should I bleed to death?

Flames… She was in flames..
As the winter froze my breath..
Flames.. She was in flames..
Posing for an unfinished painting..

And I know I’d kill him with my own hands..
And I know I would drown him in her memories..
And I know I’d kill him with my own hands..
And I know I would drown him in her memories..

All the moments are falling apart..
All my strenth is getting weaker..
My voice becoming voiceless..
And my throat can’t make a sound

All the words beneath my skin
Hold on to my veins..
Should I try to let them out slowly?
Or should I bleed to death?

I’m so sorry..

And I’ll try to be perfect for you
I’ll try to make you proud of me
I’ll really try to be perfect for you
I’ll try to make you forget what he did to you…

I’m sorry that I can’t take your words out of my head, it’s etched
Track Name: Waltz of Masks
I'm dressed in blue, and I've sewed my eyes
In the ceiling a shade in black
It's not me but I see how these hands knock the door
I found myself in a room full of needles

So I can sew the wounds that are bleeding
The thread in black beneath the skin...

Welcome to this dance of masks
A waltz between us
Separating the knife from the heart
Welcome to this dance of masks
The smile on your face
Makes my fingers dance around your neck

Your eyes dark and hollow make me scared
These lights show the beauty of the blue
Your eyes black and hollow make me scared
These lights show the real me and you

I follow the path of a spinning dice
But the numbers are still a blur
It's not me but I see how these hands knock the door
I found myself in a room full of needles

So I can sew the wounds that are bleeding
The thread in black beneath the skin

These seames are pictures in my chest

Welcome to this dance of masks
A waltz between us
Separating the knife from the heart
Welcome to this dance of masks
The smile on your face
Makes my fingers dance around your neck

Your eyes black and hollow make me scared
These lights show the beauty of the blue
Your eyes black and hollow make me scared
These lights show the beauty of the perfect night
Between your hands and mine is where the promises died
Track Name: Clocks
A broken clock lies on the ground,
Its golden frame shines to be found..
Will the time be enough to fix it?
All its nuts are stripped out
The springs just jump around

A broken clock lies on the floor
Its machinery doesn’t work anymore
The chain meanders amongst the chair legs
All the times it whispered time..
Will it see the light again?

A clock knows when it’s time to say goodbye
When minutes are seconds..
A clock knows sixty seconds last a minute
If not… Something is wrong

Crazy, crazy clock your spinning hands go back in time!
Crazy, crazy clock you must be broken!

Do you know that when we let go…
Don’t you know that it’s forever?

Crazy, crazy clock your spinning hands go back in time!
Crazy, crazy clock you must be broken!

A broken clock lies on the ground,
Its golden frame shines to be found..
A broken clock lies on the floor
Its machinery doesn’t work anymore
Will the time be enough to fix it?
Flying nuts and dancing screws
Jumping springs.. We’ll need more tools

What’s done it’s done…
Our time is out..

Crazy, crazy clock your spinning hands go back in time!
Crazy, crazy clock you must be broken!

Do you know that when we let go…
Don’t you know that it’s forever?
And I know this is forever..

As soon as the hands go back to twelve I’ll be gone..
Just before the hands make all the way back I’ll be gone..
Track Name: A missed Phone call
Secrets swimming like fish in this ocean of my room
I feel like I’m adrift and the telephone is ringing…
Memories diving looking for a place to hide…
The telephone is ringing.. Should I pick it up?

Why does everything turn grey?
Why do persons have to change?
Why do photographs retain beauty?
Why do most of words wither with the passing of time?

Holding my breath..

At the bottom of the ocean I found all the things..
I had once forgotten, I had once lost
At the bottom of ocean I found the things you wrote
The ones I had forgotten not to remember again

But finally I’ve realised that they’ll always be a part of me
But finally I can see through this mess

I swim in the ocean of my bedroom
The water is crystal clear
I swim in the ocean of my bedroom
Careful not to drown

Not to drown..

Secrets swimming like fish in this ocean of my room
I feel like I’m adrift and the telephone is ringing…
Memories diving looking for a place to hide…
The telephone is ringing.. Should I pick it up?

Why do photographs retain beauty?
Will it work if I stay still too?
Why do photographs retain beauty?
I’m quiet and still..

At the bottom of the ocean I found all the things..
I had once forgotten, I had once lost
At the bottom of ocean I found the things you wrote
The ones I had forgotten not to remember again

Could I float here forever?
Adrift inside me
Coudl I float here forever?
I won’t answer the phone..
Track Name: Black, Melancholy & Autumn
I ripped out my heart and threw it with tears in my eyes to the wall..
A black ink stain..
A picture of Dalí..

It’s cold in winter..
I can’t feel my hands but I feel the hands of the clock
Moving as fast as the blink of my eyes.. Tic- tac, tic-toc
Summer time.. Now the roses have the colour of blood
Red lips in a vase, that decorates this living room

I’m tired of always being dragged to the past
My nails engrave the floor
Those memories are painting a picture with brush strokes and splahes of black

Everything is upside down and I’m running from the queen in this chessboard
I’m Alice and I’m chasing my fateful end
Everyone moves on and I can’t seem to forget that blue night that I made up

Why am I still drowning in this goldfish bowl?
Is this the frame and me the one who’s standing still?

I drew the curtains and the night swamped into the room
It’s midnight… The clock strikes twelve
The inanimate come to life
The cloak of night is their shelter

I ripped out my heart and threw it with tears in my eyes to the wall..
A black ink stain..
A picture of Dalí..

I found a golden key
I never found its keyhole
I found a mirror that mirorred my pain
I found black quill
I wrote the sweetst words
I found a moment frozen in time

I’m tired of always being dragged to the past
My nails engrave the floor
Those memories are painting this picture with brush strokes and splahes of black

Everything is upside down and I’m running from the queen in this chessboard
I’m Alice and I’m chasing my fateful end
Everyone moves on and I can’t seem to forget that blue night that I made up

Why am I still drowning in this goldfish bowl?
Is this the frame and me the one who’s standing still?

I drew the curtains and the night swamped into the room
It’s midnight… The clock strikes twelve
The inanimate come to life
The cloak of night is their shelter

I picked up my heart and sewed it to my chest
I picked up my heart..

The sun is rising, I can feel the rays of light
The sun is rising, I can feel season change
Will I ever eat the cake that I found in a glass box and grow up and learnt to forget?