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persona

1 _zRainbows in the rear – v iew mirror _ 4:17 2 _zWDYRT ? _ 2:25 3 _zTime defect _ 3:07 4 _zHigh mountain town _ 4:05 5 _z100 heads _ 3:43 6 _zAutonomous dream _ 6:09 7 _zAmplify the light _ 3:16 8 _zFingernails & lipstick prints _ 2:41 9 _zAll the happy people _ 0:52 10 _zUrban delusion _ 5:33 11 _zBroken _ 3:15 12 _zDesert flower _ 2:33 13 _zChaos _ 6:31

persona persona

the surs

rainbows in the rear–view mirror Words by Peter van Oudheusden

Where is your determination? Destined to decide for me I’ve lived too long for you Don’t want to die the same way

My life is like a movie And I’m not particularly proud There should be a persona Full of drive, I feel hollow

Drunk so I won’t remember Where the last day has left me

The white curtains are heavenly In their simple becoming

To find the day on his way To an edge a little more down

What is your pursuit? In this personification of a man Who wanders from year to year Hoping that time goes by fast

Shutting the day off from the room He sits there like a dying victim Awaiting his punishment As it dawns on him like A continuous joke Embarrassing him

Fighting my tears, I don’t want to greet Embracing my fears, I can’t stand to meet I live in memories and cry in the past I wonder how long this will last

Rainbows in the rear – v iew mirror that burn me to the ground

losing myself by what i’ve lost

WDYRT ? Words by Max Joey

It seems we’re tonight’s entertainment This rule is our own We’re part of a designed statement Theatrical elements are in the show It’s reflected on the walls It’s reflected on our brains We act so pathetic We’ve become the insane But who am I

Haven’t I got the ears Haven’t I got the eyes Or focus to judge So let’s rage, let’s dance Freaky, freaky, freaky! Ha – ha Freaky, freaky, freaky! Ha – ha

Indoor ferry access Entry to the bone An experimental madness Daddy is on the phone Can you hear him scream? He’s aching to get free Can’t change a winning team So gush him out So let’s dance, let’s rage Freaky, freaky, freaky! Ha – ha Freaky, freaky, freaky! Ha – ha What I want to kill you What I want to marry you

What do you really think? I want to fuck you What do you really think? I want to drop you

Eliminate all your rational thoughts Some of you have it, some of you don’t Eliminate all your rational thoughts Some of you get it, some of you won’t So do the freak out!

The air is sultry, just like my head There’s something brewing and my mind is dead Two luminous stars are looking at me And twinkle bright, like the sparkling sea

time defect

Words by Noël Josemans

Thunder and wind and a bursting sky But everything’s good, you can never deny There’s plenty of time, like the deserts sand It seems to be endless, but comes to an end

The daylight in my eye – f ace Stings eager like a wasp And tears the flowing fluid And leaves me with a gap I don’t want to leave, I have to stay I pull at the time, but it runs away And what is left is me and the gap I’m broken – hearted, it feels like a trap The only things that I have to last Are future dreams that mirror the past The present is gone I cannot move The time is gone, it stopped

high mountain town Words by Peter van Oudheusden

Stranded on this island The one I cannot let you know The past can be so violent More than all these years ago

The shadows show me presence Imperfect as an old man I hold onto it for forgiveness And show my worth, now I can

There stands a little child Scared to make a stand Silence was drawn into the wild This will run out of hand

When I was a wise child I held my faith up high Before the dangers piled In mountains, bye bye bye

Into roads of endless roaming Where precious pain flees away Showing its face in the gloaming The inside is not to be betrayed Stranded in this unreal city With this burden pushing me down The streets feel the selfless pity Hiding in high mountain town

Closer to this one My everything

100 heads

Words by Max Joey

I feed you and you feed me And we feed each other for eternity You’ll put the spoon to my mouth I’ll suck your nipples until your feet won’t touch the ground Let’s play these medieval torture games Until one of us is brain – dead We should know our heroes and we’ll beat them too We’ll neglect our friends and burn every form of good advice Like a sponge that won’t expel its water We go on and on every day The system has lost his rules We think that nobody heard us, think that nobody saw us We are frustrated out of habit and craving for affection We’re looking for resurrection to escape in the rut We’re feeding my mind to black And then something snaps in your head a hundred times

In your head a hundred times

We’re fighting our own stupidity Our monkey behaviour in authenticity There’s plenty of gasoline for the both of us Or nitro – glycerine for the fun We are the top notch of survivors On tilt we become the vagueness Mosquitoes sting us repeatedly Ducks are quaking like overdosing relatives 100 knots forward and a few miles back We’re taping motion pictures in quadruple We have big gestures in multi – language Our words — implausible backwardness Indecisiveness limits our intellect Sentimental brawler: acknowledge your exaggeration! Embrace your retardation! Balance on the edge of notion! Ambivalent we have become! I n yo u r h e a d a hu n d r e d t i m e s

The bottom – l ine is: you are pretty far out

I feed you and you feed me

L e t ’s s t i c k t o t h e f a c t s

autonomous dream Words by Noël Josemans

I’m always dreaming of a secret plan Always a plan in line with what I can It’s a dream I want to make come true Something important that I have to do Something I want to proceed And it has to succeed I really need to create So it will be displayed On and on I’m fighting in my dream But when the night is gone

Let it be my control,

I feel compelled to scream Cause I’m not a miracle man That’s what I ought to be So I’ll do the best I can Striving to feel free

my control,

It’s such a treat to dream of special things It awakes a desire for what life brings It is addictive; it becomes a claim If I want to pass, I’ll have to play the game Oh, it’s just this mental drive That will keep me alive And it shows me the way Gives me the power to play I try to chase it, try it On and on Struggling with my dream

And when the night is gone I feel compelled to scream I’m not a miracle man That’s what I ought to be I do the best I can Fighting myself free!

To let it be my control,

my control,

let it be mine

amplify the light

Words by Peter van Oudheusden

Writing away through blank pages Words rain down, no story told Lights go out, it’s a dark room Waiting to burst into flames Turning away, turning to you I’m getting down, getting downer I destroy and I tremble I’m holding on

As dark clouds form

I have no role in nothing at all Like a dead soul, I’m standing tall All the things that have left me here Made me push you away, to get you near Writing away through blank pages Words rain down, no story told Lights go out, it’s a dark room Waiting to burst into flames

It began when I was born The faces I wore I don’t know anymore Thunder strikes the earth The sunset of my birth

Where were you when I was torn I was torn from my safe smile Did you walk out of me Out of my dark room again

I’m weak of fear Push me my dear The faces that I wore I don’t know anymore

The faces that I wore I don’t know anymore

The cold new morning I’m feeding my guilt The same old mourning I’m feeding my guilt Light a candle I’m feeding my guilt in the room With every wound I think I made

fingernails & lipstick prints Words by Max Joey

Everything I’ve build vaporises in her presence Her kisses keep me awake like reading a caffeine – tabloid I’m drowning in her reflection and balanced by accident Not to mention this annoying paranoid She’s thinking so hard That she’s calling my name I tear highways down As she’s touching my senses My vision is starting to grind On the surface of her injection

I’m not in the spotlights no more She has captured me — I am hostile An artificial, a post – pone disease On my centre stage she dances around naked With her brilliant schemes she affects

The mood of my body The lines in my mind She’s re – projecting my feelings Finger – nailing the living daylights out of me Her lipstick – prints marks a desire to burn down my house She’s activated the autopilot Now obsessed and deranged No more hostile take – overs. I will retaliate! An artificial, a post – pone disease Her Caffeine – vapours like absinth Analysing the stars off my sky I’m balanced but drowning

Not to mention this two folded sexuality of yours

You are the genius, the job, the master plan, the master man, the master kind, the mastermind, my refrigerator, my moderator my vacuum cleaner, my text – receiver, my insinuator,

my indoctrinator, you are the one, And in repetition we go you are not the one, And in repetition she went you are another one, And in repetition we faint you’re a fish. And in repetition we go micro – scoping each other: You dirty – goo! Go moo – moo! Flush away down the drain. Your good intentions scared the shit out of me

all the happy people Words by Peter van Oudheusden

All the happy people cry themselves to sleep

urban delusion

Words by Peter van Oudheusden, Max Joey and Simon van den Doel

Holding on to hopes in this place of comfort Where we are dressed and the rules are shown It feels so empty, filled with strange figures Running around but they are all long gone

We need a better version, another take Tapes are rolling; I can stand no more fake I am so disgusted, I never feel at ease Like I’m waiting for the day I can no longer breathe

In evolution it floats weightlessly and decayed An assassination attempt of this self – destructive state The weather, the storm, the blizzard, the scorn Coming down on me in the strangest form

So I’m gonna travel to the other side So many people around, I got nowhere to hide Leaving this all to make it on my own Letting go, getting out

So I’m gonna travel to the other side So many people around, I got nowhere to hide

The rules are different there, no one to fall back on No way to fake it, nobody to con Just me and the world, ain’t that a high Being my own man alone under the sky But I’m still in my culture head

Picture perfect in this motion madness Lunatic awareness in the same old street

Consciousness is painful, love out of fear Death is where the rain hits the concrete

Progress is simplicity Let’s simply not progress

These new industrial places are passing by I’ve heard them screaming out with nothing to say We buy what we are and we’re stuck in device Following each other day after day

Do you have enough happiness? And is happiness enough?

In my sick morality mother head I have supervisions of alienation Creation of imagination Try to go in sane mind, and never stop Try to go in sane mind, and never stop

Letting go, getting out This urban delusion I drag along

broken

Words by Peter van Oudheusden

desert flower for Lara

Words by Peter van Oudheusden

I felt so broken when you saw me awake More broken than I let you see You left me broken when you all yelled at me Don’t want to look at myself and I don’t want any help

A desert flower has to be so strong To live through the heat and the cold of a song To praise the time that we did shine And sing “you’ll always be a little mine”

I feel I’m getting stronger when I’m feeding myself Devoured by the words that don’t judge Outside this make – believe haven the walls are closing in So lost, I feel so lost, I feel so lost, I feel so lost

Now I see you learn a different tune As I’m still on the road to my clear moon Different every hour, the same in a smile Cross my fingers and I’ll see you in a while

Hopelessly devoted, carelessly deceived

It’s what it’s like every single day Each time giving it another try, I get smashed down again I don’t know if it’s me or if it’s them

chaos

Words by Peter van Oudheusden And then the adventure began With one sudden movement In this nothing of all, the silence of a call That roared over mountaintops To come of age With victory and disgrace Promises and escapes To die and be reborn in chaos Torn from safety into struggle Torn from me in this jungle Tumbling down the steps of myth Trying to fly above of it And to see the truth Not in appearance but in cries As the black of a swan Fades in distance to white

Nothing is what it seems A world is bathing in darkness Drowning, black in completeness For as far as he can see He lives in a blind man’s dream Ugly people fill his visions He sees with blurred precision Let everything be More different than we can think

Awake, to be awaken

To the dreams of the dark To be silently shaken To set a gigantic mark Not able to move To the waiting decline In the ongoing groove Of the melody line

He’s drifting on sea land Curious ’bout the end

Curious ’bout the crime Opponent of time Formed by Don Quichotte Not ready for the shot Illumination frees him soon Dark side of the moon

Fearless fascination I can’t stand you Deathly innocent inspiration There are still a few Ways to keep it silent Ways to keep it down There is still some lament A beautiful gown Dark dweller of nightly obsession My favourite figure in fiction I’ll dream with you in understanding To speak your anger not with a killing Say, what have I done you wrong? Haven’t Í made you strong?

He stood up to face me What horrible liberty “You will never get it, You’d better forget it” He kept the stress present An ideal, not ideal friend The anger in his tears Fructified my fears I can’t get my neighbour out of my mind The existence of one Through existence of the other Trying to find the fun In this marvellous brother Standing there with his gun In his target seeking eyes With what forces we play Nothing left to do but run Holding on to my lies Cold whistle went through the air Exhausting silence

To make of this life a way And see through faults and mistakes Whatever it may take To believe truth isn’t a rule Tool of an ugly fool Chaos in illumination: Truth is contradiction

music by the surs www.thesurs.nl

Noël Josemans Lead vocals except on track 2, 5, 8 and 11, backing vocals on track 1, 2, 5, 7, 8, 10, 11 and 13, acoustic guitars, electric guitars, piano, rhodes and mandoline Max Joey Electric guitars, lead vocals on track 2, 5 and 8, backing vocals on track 1 and 7 Peter van Oudheusden Bass, lead vocals on track 9, 11 and 12, backing vocals on track 1, 10 and 13 Erik Dera Drums, backing vocals except on track 4, 9, 12 and 13 Additional musician Wouter Budé Synths on track 2, 5 and 8

Production Produced by Wouter Budé Co – produced by The Surs Recorded in the Moon Studio Roermond by Wouter Budé Mixed & Mastered at Spoor14 by Wessel Oltheten Thanks to Alex Blummel, Roel Boonen, Jeroen Coudron, Marloes van Dijk, Joachim Harten, Peter Hesselberth, Nick van den Hout, Daan Meijer, Dave Menkehorst, Thomas van Oorschot, Joost van Opzeeland and Koos de Vries Fotografie bandportret Thomas van Oorschot

Concept, grafisch ontwerp en fotografie Studio Daad ’s – Hertogenbosch www.studiodaad.nl