01Animal02Burial03Silvia

04 Song for No One05 Black & Blue

06 Sans Soleil 07A horse is not a home
08 Cult Logic 09Plastic Jungle
10 in search of11 Faker
12 THE RABBIT 13 BILLIE HOLIDAY
14 Animal (Mark Ronson extended Remix)
15 Silvia (ROBOBERGET Remix)
16BURIAL (DJ MEHDI REMIX)
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ANIMAL THERE WAS A TIME WHEN MY WORLD WAS FILLED WITH DARKNESS. THEN I STOPPED DREAMING NOW I’M SUPPOSED TO FILL IT UP WITH SOMETHING.
IN YOUR EYES I SEE THE EYES OF SOMEBODY I KNEW BEFORE, LONG AGO BUT I’M STILL TRYING TO MAKE MY MIND UP AM I FREE OR AM I TIED UP
I CHANGE SHAPES JUST TO HIDE IN THIS PLACE BUT I’M STILL, I’M STILL AN ANIMAL. NOBODY KNOWS IT BUT ME WHEN I SLIP YEAH I SLIP. I’M STILL
AN ANIMAL.THERE IS A HOLE AND I TRIED TO FILL IT UP WITH MONEY. BUT IT GETS BIGGER TILL YOUR HORSE IS ALWAYS RUNNING. IN YOUR EYES I
SEE THE EYES OF SOMEBODY THAT COULD BE STRONG TELL ME IF I’M WRONG AND NOW I’M PULLING YOUR DISGUISE UP ARE YOU FREE OR ARE YOU
TIED UP. I CHANGE SHAPES JUST TO HIDE IN THIS PLACE BUT I’M STILL, I’M STILL AN ANIMAL NOBODY KNOWS IT BUT ME WHEN I SLIP YEAH I SLIP
I’M STILL AN ANIMAL

BURIAL MISERY IS ALL WE KNOW LATELY. SATURDAYS ARE ALL THE SAME SYMPATHY IS OVERRATED LIKE A SNAPSHOT WHEN YOU’VE LOST THE GAME. NOW IT’S
ALL A FUNERAL. I’VE BECOME A SERIAL KILLER OF US BOTH. NO I DON’T WANNA GET THROWN IN YOUR OCEAN DON’T TRY. YOU KNOW THAT WE ALREADY
KNOW IT IT’S OVER. DON’T FORGET TO CRY AT YOUR OWN BURIAL. THINKING OF MY 81ST BIRTHDAY EVERY DAY THIS BODY GOES TO WASTE. REMEMBERING
HOW I WOULD RAISE AN ARMY WHEN WE WENT BACK TO YOUR PLACE. NOW IT’S ALL A FUNERAL I’VE BECOME A SERIAL KILLER OF US BOTH. NO I DON’T
WANNA GET THROWN IN YOUR OCEAN DON’T TRY YOU KNOW THAT WE ALREADY KNOW IT IT’S OVER. DON’T FORGET TO CRY AT YOUR OWN BURIAL

SILVIA REACHED THE CITY STEPS TONIGHT FOLLOWING THE POWER LINES MET A MAN BARSIDE WITH ECLIPSES FOR EYES. AND YOU TELL YOURSELF YOU WON’T
LET THEM TOUCH DID I SAY TOO MUCH DID I SAY ENOUGH I DON’T KNOW SILVIA. CIRCLE ROUND THE ROOM STILL. HAVE FUN BREAKING MY WILL
YOU KNOW I CAN’T HAVE YOU HERE WITH SOMEONE ELSE ON YOUR SKIN. AND IT’S ALL MY FAULT FOR NOT GETTING OFF SO YOU MADE IT START, CAN YOU
MAKE IT STOP? YOU DON’T KNOW SILVIA. REACHED THE CITY STEPS TONIGHT FOLLOWING THE POWER LINES AND YOUR SKIN IS SO WHITE UNDERNEATH THE
BLACK KNIGHT. AND YOUR VOICE CRIES OUT FOR THE COUP DE GRACE WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT WILL THERE BE A TRACE THAT I LOVED SILVIA THAT I LOVED SILVIA

SONG FOR NO ONE I MET YOU ON THE PALISADES THE SUN WAS SPILLING KEROSENE AND I WAS FEELING WIDE AWAKE-GIRL YOU CAN BE SO OBSCENE.
AND WHEN YOU SANG A LULLABY A MISSIONARY CALLED YOUR NAME YOU DISAPPEARED AND HOPPED A FLIGHT FOR THE SERENGETI PLAIN. TELL EVERYONE
YOU KNOW OPEN UP THE DOOR. WHEN YOUR LOVE HAS GONE YOU CARRY ON THIS IS HER SONG -THIS IS A SONG FOR NO ONE. I THINK I OWN A PHOTOGRAPH
THAT SHOWS HER IN THE FREEZING RAIN WITH THE ITALIANS ON THE BANK…THEY KNOW HOW TO ENTERTAIN. A STRING OF PEARLS BEHIND YOUR HAIR,
A MUSIC BOX TO CATCH YOUR TEARS. NOW CALL YOUR MOTHER IN L.A. -SHE HASN’T HEARD YOUR VOICE IN YEARS. TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW OPEN UP
THE DOOR. WHEN YOUR LOVE HAS GONE YOU CARRY ON THIS IS HER SONG -THIS IS A SONG FOR NO ONE. YOU CAN JUMP A RIDE
BUT DON’T ASK WHY AND DON’T CLOSE YOUR EYES -THIS IS A SONG FOR NO ONE.
BLACK AND BLUE HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN? SHALL WE GET INTO IT AGAIN? EXCUSE OUR DISGRACE, WE’VE HAD NO TIME TO PAINT THE PLACE. THE DOG
IS ALWAYS BARKING AT THE MAILMAN. I WON’T WASTE YOUR TIME WITH MY REVELATIONS HELLO MY FRIEND I SEE YOU’RE BACK AGAIN HELLO MYSTERY,
NO REASON TO EXPLAIN HOW ABOUT MAYBE IT’S ALL BEEN IN MY HEAD HEY WORLD I’M TIRED OF THIS BLACK AND BLUE MY DEAR, COME AGAIN-YOUR VOICE
IS FADING OUT AND IN OUT OF THE LAUNDRY BIN I FOUND MY INNOCENCE AGAIN. THE DOG IS ALWAYS BARKING AT THE MAILMAN. I WON’T WASTE YOUR TIME
WITH MY REVELATIONS HELLO MY FRIEND I SEE YOU’RE BACK AGAIN HELLO MYSTERY, DON’T BOTHER TO EXPLAIN HOW ABOUT MAYBE IT’S ALL BEEN IN MY
HEAD HEY WORLD I’M TIRED OF THIS BLACK AND BLUE I WANTED SOMETHING MORE.

SANS SOLEIL MORNING BLED AT THE WATER’S EDGE THE CITY WAS BRINGING ME DOWN. AND MY MIND WAS ON THE LEDGE SAYING WHO’S GONNA HELP
YOU NOW? WITHOUT SUN WE PULL WHAT FEEDS US FROM THE HEAT THAT’S IN-BETWEEN US. HOW CAN WE EXPECT TO BUILD A BOAT WITH SEAGULLS
RUNNING EVERYTHING? HARD. YOU MAKE IT HARD. HARD. IT’S ALL THE OPPOSITE I THINK THE LADDER RUNS SIDE TO SIDE. ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU
WANT A DRINK- BUT THERE’S NO PLACE TO HIDE. WATCHING SHADOWS WITHIN SHADOWS, THEY HIDE THEIR DARK SELVES FROM THE SUN, AND HER
VOICE IS JUST A MEMORY, YOU’RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE. HARD. YOU MAKE IT HARD. HARD.

A HORSE IS NOT A HOME OH GOD, I THINK I’M DYING AND OUR DRINKS WERE JUST POURED. LOOK OUTSIDE SOMEONE’S WAITING WITH A YELLOW HORSE.
WITH A HOLE IN THE HEART I WAS FORCED TO RIDE IN MORNING TRAFFIC. WITH A GOLDEN HAND BY YOUR FORTRESS SIDE BUT WITHOUT MAGIC. SOMEBODY
TELL ME IT WON’T BE LONG CAUSE A HORSE IS NOT A HOME A HORSE IS NOT A HOME. UNINVITED TO THE PLAY WHERE LANGUAGE DOESN’T HURT WITH
NOTHING ON MY SHIRT. SOMETIMES I SWIM WITH YOU IN A ROOM THAT IS OCEAN-SIZED AND CLEAR NOT HERE WHERE ALL I BREATHE IS SMOKE. WITH A
HOLE IN THE HEART I WAS FORCED TO RIDE IN MORNING TRAFFIC WITH A GOLDEN HAND BY YOUR FORTRESS SIDE BUT WITHOUT MAGIC. SOMEBODY TELL
ME IT WON’T BE LONG CAUSE A HORSE IS NOT A HOME A HORSE IS NOT A HOME.

CULT LOGIC ALL MY LIFE I’VE BEEN THE SLAVE OF CONSEQUENCE WONDERING HOW THIS LIFE COULD BE SO INTRICATE. I WANNA REWRITE MY HEART AND
LET THE FUTURE IN I WANNA OPEN IT UP AND LET SOMEBODY IN CAN YOU FREE ME FROM THE LOGIC THAT I KNEW I’LL BELIEVE IT EVEN IF IT IS NOT TRUE.
AM I FALLING ASLEEP ON MY FEET AGAIN? I CALL OUT, IS ANYBODY LISTENING AND IT’S LIKE I AM DIVING INTO EMPTINESS BUT AT LEAST THERE IS SOMETHING
BEATING IN MY CHEST CAN YOU FREE ME FROM THE LOGIC THAT I KNEW I’LL BELIEVE IT EVEN IF IT IS NOT TRUE.
PLASTIC JUNGLE I WAS BORN INTO MONEY, THEN SOLD DOWN THE RIVER. I WAS CHOKED BY THE JAILOR AND FUCKED THE GORILLA. I RAN THROUGH
THE COUNTRY AHEAD OF MY TIME. I ESCAPED THROUGH A KEYHOLE BEFORE THEY ERASED ME I MARRIED THE BEETLE AND LEARNED TO BE GRACEFUL
-IT’S WHY ALL THIS WARFARE POURS OUT OF MY EYES. NOW I SEE JUST WHAT YOU MEAN IT HURTS TOO MUCH TO BREATHE ALL ALONE IN THIS PLASTIC
JUNGLE. SOMETIMES I WANNA GET SLAIN. SHE TOLD ME SHE LOVED ME- I DIDN’T BELIEVE HER. THE SONG OF A JUNKIE IS ANCIENT KOREAN ..BUT DON’T
BLAME THE GIRL- SHE’S JUST OUT OF HER MIND. NOW I SEE JUST WHAT YOU MEAN IT HURTS TOO MUCH TO BREATHE ALL ALONE IN THIS PLASTIC JUNGLE.
SOMETIMES I WANNA GET SLAIN.

IN SEARCH OF HERE’S TO LIVING LONG ENOUGH TO BE FORGIVEN FOR THE BONES I BROKE…I HAD TO MAKE A LIVING! BUT WE WON’T BACK DOWN FROM
ANYTHING IN SEARCH OF A REMEDY. FATHER PUT HIS FOOT DOWN ON MY GAMES FOREVER, SO IN THE MARKETPLACE I STAY CALM AND CLEVER. AND
WE WON’T BACK DOWN FROM ANYTHING IN SEARCH OF A REMEDY.

FAKER LAST CALL FOR EVERYTHING. A POOL OF EMMALINES DELIRIOUS SHE LINGERS LIKE A CHAIN IT’S MORE THAN GRAVE, BUT NOT TOO SERIOUS. SEND IN
YOUR REVERIE TO ME FAKER. INTO THE MOUTH OF GREEN MORNING, FAKER. I AM SO WIDE AWAKE THE WIND IS MOVING BLOSSOMS THROUGH THE DOOR.
IT’S MORE THAN I CAN TAKE BUT HALF AS MUCH AS WHAT IT WAS BEFORE. SEND IN YOUR REVERIE TO ME FAKER. INTO THE MOUTH OF GREEN MORNING, FAKER.

ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY CHRISTIAN KARLSSON, PONTUS WINNBERG, AND ANDREW WYATT
ALL SONGS PUBLISHED BY UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING AB (STIC),
DOWNTOWN DMP SONGS/DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING (BMI)
ADDITIONAL WRITING ON “ANIMAL” BY HENRIK JONBACK
ADDITIONAL WRITING ON “BLACK AND BLUE” BY HENRIK JONBACK AND JULIET RICHARDSON
ALL SONGS PRODUCED BY MIIKE SNOW,
EXCEPT “ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX),” PRODUCED BY MARK RONSON
ALL SONGS MIXED BY MIIKE SNOW AND ANDERS HVENARE,
EXCEPT "A HORSE IS NOT A HOME," "IN SEARCH OF," AND “THE RABBIT” WHICH WERE MIXED
BY MIIKE SNOW AND NIKLAS FLYCKT AND “ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX),”
WHICH WAS MIXED BY VICTOR AXELROD
ALL TRACKS RECORDED AT ROBOBERGET STUDIOS, STOCKHOLM, DOWNTOWN MUSIC
STUDIOS, NEW YORK EXCEPT “ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX),” WHICH WAS
RECORDED AT DUNHAM STUDIOS BY THOMAS BRENNECK AND S. VAUGHAN MERRICK
ORGAN, PERCUSSION ON “ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX)” BY VICTOR AXELROD
PIANO ON “ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX)” BY THOMAS BRENNECK
BASS ON “ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX)” BY MARK RONSON
DRUMS ON “ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX)” BY NICK MOVSHON
TRUMPET ON “ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX)” BY DAVE GUY AND MICHAEL LEONHART
TENOR SAXOPHONE ON “ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX)” BY NEAL SUGARMAN
TRACKS 1-11 MASTERED BY TED JENSEN AT STERLING SOUND
“BILLIE HOLIDAY” MASTERERED BY BUNT STAFFORD-CLARK AT THE PIERCE ROOMS
. LAVYNE AT
“THE RABBIT” AND “BURIAL (DJ MEHDI REMIX)” MASTERED BY DREW
STERLING SOUND, NEW YORK
“ANIMAL (MARK RONSON EXTENDED REMIX)” MASTERED BY ROB MURRAY
“SILVIA (ROBOBERGET REMIX)” MASTERED BY NAWEED AT MASTERPIECE, LONDON
ADDITIONAL MASTERING AND SEQUENCING ON TRACKS 12-16 BY DREW LAVYNE AT
STERLING SOUND, NEW YORK
THANKS TO:
JOSH, IAN, BRENT, AMANDA, DOUG, NIKLAS, ANDERS,
CHRISTIAN, SEBBE & STEVE, JONAS, SEBASTIAN, MATT,
KNOTAN, MAGNUS, MIKE, NICK, PETTER, NISSE, MATTIAS,
ANIELA, BJÖRN, MEHDI, CROOKERS, TREASUREFINGERS,
BENNY, ZACK, VAUGHAN, KATHRYN, JEFF, NICKY,
KARLSSON/PERERA FAMILY, WINNBERG/HEDBERG FAMILY,
WYATT/BLAKEMORE FAMILY.
INNERSLEEVE AND BAND PORTRAITS: SEBASTIAN MLYNARSKI
COVER IMAGE PHOTOGRAPHY: DIRK VANDENBERK
DESIGNED AND BUILT IN GRAPHICTHERAPY