Inside

by Interphases

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1.
Visitors 04:07
The wardens leave the inmates in expecting calm Their guns are slung over their shoulders The news has spread among those on the run That soon today visitors come But hour by hour is passing by But there's no-one to give it a try If the visitors can't make their way through this time Will the visitors try it ever again? If this way's too weary today Will they reach out and try it again tomorrow? The hunted cope with Time in a sleepless fight The curtains are drawn to hide away the light To keep with the death-clock's tireless pace That, by and by, chokes the hope of a break The white coats are lurking and ready to kill And the patients' impatience is growing still If the visitors can't make their way through this time Will the visitors try it ever again? If this way's too weary today Will they reach out and try it again tomorrow? There will be no tomorrow for them There is only today There will be no tomorrow for them There is only today And no tomorrow for us
2.
My alter ego's churning in my blood I strangle it with all the strength I've got (But somehow it stays) A Trojan Horse comes a-creeping Spiders crawl out when I am sleeping (But somehow it stays) My mind is tin-tacked to the wall It's a place where all motion stalls (But somehow it stays) I begin to unwrap my soul I begin to unwrap my soul I wish that I could cut my legs So I can stand on my belly's dregs (But somehow it stays) I slice my head into little pieces Ironing out all those little creases (But somehow it stays) I've begun to unwrap my soul I've begun to unwrap my soul I've begun to unwrap my soul (But somehow it stays) I begin to tear up my soul I begin to tear up my soul I begin to tear up my soul I begin to tear up my soul (But somehow it stays) I strangle it But somehow it stays And it'll never be going away
3.
The light here's far from perfect A host to all the shadows That have gathered in the corners of this room Pale fingers grope through curtains They tremble like the leaves outside The winds blow gently round this silent house And then I feel the flesh is willing But my mind is doubt and fear And this yellow heart has got me stuck in here And then I feel the winds are chilling I am frozen to the bone And this yellow heart has got me out in the cold And things are to be seen again Their shapes and forms revive to spread Their colours over another day Their veils have sunken down And again the tarnished mirrors Are getting back their mimicking life And then I feel the flesh is willing But my mind is doubt and fear And this yellow heart has got me stuck in here And then I feel the winds are chilling I am frozen to the bone And this yellow heart has got me out in the cold
4.
Firewalk 05:37
The scream reverberates like sudden gunfire Repeats itself and piercing through the brain The terror at the damp of fears perspired Passing the ordeal Over white-hot coals we stalk Broken dreams are buried at the outset for the firewalk Pack your things, the noise is getting nearer The chase is on accompanied by drums The rhythm contemplates a common language The hunters and the hunted In anagrams the talk The passwords lose the meanings at the outset for the firewalk But we are young No ambiguious wink, no double-think And speaking a straight tongue We are not afraid, we just can't wait For old songs to be sung Join the circle, join the flight And be drawn into the light Don't be fickle, don't be shy Open up your tired eyes See our bodies glow like fireflies In the night The flightpath of the course are not that secret The final aim is not that far away Like rats that crowd the sinking ship to leave it The pilots guard the black box And mark their names with chalk No person will be missing on the deathroll of the firewalk The firmness of the grip begins to loosen The power of your will disintegrates Don't llok down some vertigo might seize us Rising from the ashes At lame-duck choice we balk Rusted chains are rattling at the outset for the firewalk But we are young No ambiguious wink, no double-think And speaking a straight tongue We are not afraid, we just can't wait For old songs to be sung Join the circle, join the flight And be drawn into the light Don't be fickle, don't be shy Open up your tired eyes See our bodies glow like fireflies In the night
5.
IN THE WHITE ROOM White room White faces Enclose me in these sterile white-washed places Through perspiration and through chill in cold embraces I lie awake I await What Time brings on and on Black lace Black curtain Day or night In fact I'm so uncertain I stretch my hand only to touch some passing person Wide awake I wait Until Time moves on and on Fingers Are groping up and down my spine What lingers Is the ice-cold touch within my mind Fingers Penetrate my sleepy state What lingers Is the Tension But I'm not afraid As long as I'm awake in the White Room No sound No voices I shut this mouth that's full of groaning noises I close my eyes and then my eye-balls check their poises Lenses that sway Beneath my lids into a dream My sight is fading I wonder why some stream of light's not breaking This chain of nights The lack of light starts taking My senses away From the body that I'm in Fingers Are groping up and down my spine What lingers Is the ice-cold touch within my mind Fingers Penetrate my sleepy state What lingers Is the Tension But I´m not afraid As long as I´m awake in the White Room HE WILL PAY NOW FOR HIS MURDERS He will pay now for his murders His lurking place will soon be found The crowd is craving for his blood now Seems he has been sucked into the ground With his chances close to nix When they'll get him they'll get their kicks There's a thirst that must be quenched Let all his victims get revenge He will pay now for his murders His ugly face has just been seen They'll hunt him down, bring him to justice And really make him wish it a bad dream Their minds are swayed by hunger Vacant stares and shouts like thunder Dribbling slaver, breeding stench Let all his victims get revenge His eyes show no confusion Within his calm he creeps alone Silently before the storm In the corner of his madness You could face a smile Unbroken by Your sentence

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The band's second official album in EP-length (29 minutes) showcases some of their long-time live favorites. With "White Room/Pay Now" linked together to a ten-minute epic they again assert their position in the Pantheon of classic prog-rock.

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released November 19, 2011

Written, arranged and produced by INTERPHASES
Recorded 2010/11 in the "Sex In Progress"-Studios, Stuttgart, Germany
Engineered and remastered by Marco Fioravanti

Lyrics, photos and layout by Citizen

Marco "Napoleon" Fioravanti: Roland Jupiter-6, Keyboards, Bass guitar
Johannes "Snowball" Rühle: Drums
Jürgen "Citizen" Raab: Vocals, Guitar, Piano

Guests:
Sarah: Backing Vocals on "White Room"

Copyright 2011 Interphases

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Interphases Stuttgart, Germany

INTERPHASES are a German band from Stuttgart who have been developing their interpretation of theatrical-dramatic rock music since the early eighties, unimpressed by trends and hipness. / INTERPHASES sind eine deutsche Band aus Stuttgart, die seid den frühen Achtzigern unbeeindruckt von allen modischen Trends ihre Interpretation von theatralisch-dramatischer Rockmusik entwickelt. ... more

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