Psychomovie

by Interphases

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1.
The Tenant 06:35
Stay away from the window Stay away from the door There´s a shadow on the landing Silhouetted against the floor And it doesn´t move at all They hide behind their curtains They creep along the corridors Haunt the corners of this place They lurk behind the spy-hole A grim glare finds a focus on a fractured face Goggle-eyed cyclops with gossiping slime-gobs is branding your name Goat-like laughter from goitrous necks Guffaw congeals in the fevered brain The self-righteous and poisonious finger points to blame You´re namelessly stained And I can´t get no wink of sleep at all I hear their whisper break these walls Can´t overhear their wicked lies Can´t recognise the hidden spies Watched on by their distant eyes Watched on by their distant eyes Watched on by their distant eyes Watched on by distant eyes Portcullis is shut The bridges are burning - but From my towers I see the foe has fortified My sweet sweet home is really a castle A fortress that lies besieged And I can´t get no wink of sleep at all I hear their whisper break these walls Can´t overhear their wicked lies Can´t recognise the hidden spies Watched on by their distant eyes Watched on by their distant eyes Watched on by their distant eyes Watched on by distant eyes No light No motion No touch No sound I can´t live underground Thy home is thy castle Blessed by unearthly hands Be thy doors and windows bolted Every man is meant an island
2.
Somewhere out on the edge of town Lies a creature weltering in a lake of blood From the wound that will not heal The blood that won´t congeal Is trickling down the knife into the crusted mud A heart that cannot beat In the tension of this sluggish land And the heat Grabs all motion with its silent hand And all life drowns in the quick-sand Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather Waiting for a change that will never That will never come again Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather Waiting for a change that will never That will never come again A clenching crystal fist With the power of an amethyst Has crumbled to the dust that covers this ground Above the social grunt And your life that seems so blunt The vultures are about to settle down Abd lurk for the break-out of the brave And the sun has trapped another in its mesh A glowing grave For the worm that turns inside the flesh And the flesh burns in the heat-wave Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather Waiting for a change that will never That will never come again Waiting, waiting for a change in the weather Waiting for a change that will never That will never come again
3.
Movieblind 03:01
There once was a time you got hooked to the camera eye Teasing and squeezing out a life from The Packs Of Shanghai Hard time lover Don´t take cover 'Til you see what it´s been but (Trying hard to see) We're movieblind (What's it going to be?) We're movieblind Take to the place where the shutters are speeding away For a life in the limelight is darker than a walk out on the Champs Elysées The stars that shine Turn out malign Let me know how you've been 'cos (Trying hard to see) We're movieblind (What's it going to be?) We're movieblind Yeah?
4.
The Corner 05:30
Unshaded lightbulbs suck the eyes Shattered nerves are brutalized With every move are bound to crack And finally comes the sheer attack The wire mesh that shrouds the bars The sun that filters through the glass The frosted panes are greased and stained He´ll never see pure light again Weltering in sweat-drenched sleep The wounded flesh will always creep Recurrent nightmares of the dead Their voices roar inside his head The cell´s a cauldron in the heat That measures ten by seven feet The walls of Death Row bear no sound Suffocating underground The beast of prey Is now at bay His feet are dangling from a chair Too numb to flee Too tired to strive This creature has been without lair And chased for all his life The chamber´s lit like Halloween The noose hangs swinging `neath the beams A spider´s spinning the last thread For the fly to struggle in its web No witness there to speak The horror stings too deep The chaplain speaks a final prayer One must endure the final glare The thirteen steps, the noose, the mask The snap that ends the hangman's task The snap that ends the hangman's task In the Corner loom the gallows
5.
A world of colours A world so cold and bright Every picture is mirrored black-and-white Left on my own I ran away from home All alone When I'm losing the beat Music calls me back to streets Their rhythm always got me by my feet On the streets Their rhythm always got me by my feet On the streets A world of changes A world with no control Under covers that bury heart and soul Burning from your kiss I ran away from this All alone When I'm losing the beat Music calls me back to streets Their rhythm always got me by my feet On the streets Their rhythm always got me by my feet On the streets On the streets Their rhythm always got me by my feet On the streets Their rhythm got me and I´m coming back to the streets
6.
The fireworm crawls through the darkness Unconscious of what´s hiding in its bowels Undisturbed and unsuspecting The passengers are sleeping cheek by jowl Warm breath has damped the windows Now scab has formed around the frozen bite No cure within compartments No junction to rejoin the world outside The Wet Hand prowls the corridors Leaves a sweaty trail behind A smell of bitter almond Is rising from the wine The train is breaking through the depths of the night But the passage is too narrow for a flight The storm is raging and the hunters are weatherbound Groping for our tail-end lights Too slow to cross the line again The worm feeds on conductors Their accumulated minds have been distilled And aged in dark intestines Digested to mere excrements of our will The panes are stained by noses A shadows stalking past their vacant eyes Aligned spasmodic poses Focusing the crowd waving goodbye The Wet Hand lays its leather Around our sweaty necks We´re to die in drying weather Dried up to our dregs The engines drone against the push of the day No blindfolds to keep the dawn at bay Compartmentalized and caught in this funeral hearse Carried closer to her rays The train is breaking through the depths of the night But the passage is too narrow for a flight The storm is raging and the hunters are weatherbound Groping for our tail-end lights The Wet Hand strangles us and never will loose its grip Till we fade into the dead-end night
7.
And when the sun has left and dreamy shadows pass you by Across the ripples' play and all along the shoreward sky Visions flee, disturbing daylight´s golden rust Above the sea, forever echoes in the dusk But who of us had ever seen The water's face when sorrow shrouds its sheet I find a drear old trace of long-forgotten sailor-tales Awashing images of solemn ships and distant sails In the misty haze loom faces that had no return On some haunted place their souls were left to yearn So as the skylight disappears The night has filled with heavy leaden tears Stranded flotsam and floating jetsam Are yearning for a home on the shore And so's the one who semaphores to be found On his little piece of ground Don't let this sinking ship get drowned again And when some mighty force sets the launch on unknown course Forever doomed to stray and to be merged with its final source The moonlight's cloak leaves scary features on your heart A subtle joke is tearing you apart The moonrays mock your clutching hand A withered reach left patterns in the sand Stranded flotsam and floating jetsam Are yearning for a home on the shore And so's the one who semaphores to be found On his little piece of ground Don't let this sinking ship get drowned again
8.
Family Day 11:12
Bewildered gazes From bloodshot eyes The airs and graces To hide the lie Momentary carelessness (Out of prematurity) Arbitrary recklessness (Out of curiosity) A word lies on the tip Your conscience fails to grip Some splinters flee the tongues Then the word begins to slip And mouths are running dry But the wicked ones are lucky No suspicion in his eyes Today's the day to celebrate The union of the family Pass around the warm fresh cake The fruit of hospitality Today's the day to celebrate The union of the family Pass around the warm fresh cake And taste this fruit of hospitality But the storm within their minds will not abate The hostile glances A hollow smile to match So high the chances He won´t escape the catch Permanently heeding (The chance to win the fight) Permanently feeding (The hope to break the night) The snapshot and the negative Will hold a mental sedative To soothe a darkened memory But the ring of aged relatives Hide no aces up their sleeves They can´t await the moment When everyone´s released As silence drowns the table-talk Their minds begin to quiver Limbs dissolved in shivers And later on their frozen faces Are distorted by the greed For pure revenge

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The official debut-Album recorded after their reunion in 2001. It contains all the bands' stage classics from the early eighties in full cinemascopic sound.

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released March 21, 2006

Copyright 2006 Mystical Hunters Records.
Published by Minos Music Publishing & Management.

Written, arranged and produced by INTERPHASES.

Recorded from 11/03 to 09/05 in the "Sex In Progress"-Studios, Stuttgart, Germany.

Engineered and remastered by Marco Fioravanti.

Lyrics, album layout and cover photo by Citizen.

Booklet photos by Citizen, Napoleon, Snowball, Uli Kopp, Maks Richter and Roland Krauss.

Marco "Napoleon" Fioravanti: Keyboards, Piano, Bass guitar
Johannes "Snowball" Rühle: Drums, Percussion, Piano
Jürgen "Citizen" Raab: Vocals, Guitar, Piano, Keyboards

Guests:
Hans Draskowitsch: Saxophone on "Change"
Franca Fioravanti-Romei: Recitation of W. B. Yeats "The Second Coming"

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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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