flowers
TO ALL THE FLOWERSDROWNING IN THE NIGHTFALLING, SINKINGFAR BEYOND THE DEPTHS TONIGHTUNTIL THE MORNINGTAKES US BY ITS SIDEWE ARE NOWHEREWE LOOK FOR A WAY TO FINDREACHING HIGHSBLINDING SKIESREACHING HIGHSBLINDING LIGHTSALL THE FLOWERSWE TOOK WITHOUT A CAREBROKEN PIECESWE THOUGHT WOULD FALL BACK IN PLACEUNTIL THE MOMENTTAKES US BY ITS SIDEWHO CAN BLAME USWE LOOK FOR A WAY TO FINDREACHING HIGHSBLINDING SKIESREACHING HIGHSBLINDING LIGHTSONCE AGAIN WE FIND OURSELVESHERE ONNO MAN'S GROUNDWHERE NO TRUTH CAN BE FOUNDHERE ONNO MAN'S GROUNDFLYING SIGNALS HIGH ABOVE THE CLOUDSHERE ONNO MAN'S GROUNDMAYBE THIS TIME THERE'S NO WAY OUTHERE ONNO MAN'S GROUNDLEFT LIKE THE FLOWERS WE ONCE HIDEWASHED AWAYLEFT TODAY
(LIKE THE FLOWERS WE ONCE)
ABOUT: MANY TIMES WE TAKE WITH A HEAVY HAND AND AFTER AWHILE DESERT WITHOUT A MERCY OR A THOUGHT. HOW MANY TIMES CAN WE HAVE A NEW OPPORTUNITY? HOW MANY TIMES CAN WE PICK SOMETHING UP, BEFORE IT BECOMES TOO FRAGILE? HOW MANY TIMES CAN WE OURSELVES BE PICKED, BEFORE WE BECOME TOO FRAIL?
morning
WHEN YOU SLIDE INTO THE BED AND WATCH THE WORLD OUTSIDE LIKE DEADWHEN WE DON'T CARE FOR TOMORROW WHEN IT'S ALL NOW HERE WE PLAYIN THIS ROOM OF PALE LIGHT WITH THE MORNING IN OUR EYESIT'S LIKE WE NEVER KNEW THE HORRORS OF A THING CALLED WORLD OUTSIDETHIS IS OUR OWNTHIS IS WHAT I MEANTHIS IS OUR OWNNO ONE HERE TO SEETHIS IS OUR OWNLIFE INSIDE A DREAMTHIS IS OUR OWNA FUTURE TO BELIEVETO SLEEP WITH NO FEARSLEEP WITH NO DREAMSI USED TO DREAM ABOUT THIS PLACEI USED TO WATCH YOU PLAY WITH YOUR HAIRUNTIL THE MOON SHINES DOWNUNTIL THE LIGHTS BURN DOWNTO SLEEP WITH NO FEARSLEEP WITH NO DREAMSTO BE PART OF THISTO BE JUST LIKE THISI USED TO DREAM ABOUT THIS PLACEI USED TO HAVE WHAT IT TAKESSTAY AWAKE FOR A MOMENTWHISPER TO ME WHAT IS BROKENTO SLEEP WITH NO FEARSLEEP WITH NO DREAMSTO BE PART OF THISTO BE JUST LIKE THIS
ABOUT: YOU CAN'T STOP YOUR DREAMS. IS IT WORTH TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THEM? CAN YOU TRUST YOUR DREAMS? WHAT IF THOSE DREAMS TELL ABOUT DESIRES AND THINGS YOU CAN'T AFFECT. IT IS SCARY TO THINK YOU WOULD LIKE TO LIVE IN A DREAM. MAYBE THE WORST NIGHTMARES ARE THOSE YOU DON'T WANT TO WAKE FROM.
100 weeks of war
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AT THE END OF THIS LOVESOMETHING THAT BARELY HAD A STARTTRACKS OF SCARSONLY LAY ALL AROUND BY MY SIDESLOWLY THE RAINSLOWLY THE RAIN STARTS TO SETONLY THE GLOWONLY THE SCARLET GLOW HANGS ONAND I KNOWSUMMER FEVER HAS BLOWN OUT THE WINDOWHERE NOW ENDSHERE NOW ENDS OUR 100 WEEKS OF WAREMPTY SPACES AND ABANDONED ROOMSEMPTY SPACES AND ABANDONED ROOMSEMPTY SPACES AND ABANDONED ROOMSEMPTY SPACES AND ABANDONED ROOMSONE MORE SHOTWHEN NO ONE'S COUNTING ANYMOREVOICE ON THE PHONESMALLER THAN THOSE TEARS THAT FALLAND I KNOWSUMMER FEVER HAS GONEHERE NOW ENDSHERE NOW ENDS OUR 100 WEEKS OF WAR
ABOUT: EVERY WAR HAS ITS VICTIM, USUALLY AN INNOCENT ONE. IT'S NOT EASY TO SPEAK ABOUT PERSONAL THINGS AND IT'S NOT EASY TO THINK ABOUT THEM. FORTUNATELY IT'S A LITTLE BIT EASIER TO WRITE AND SING ABOUT THEM. I REMEMBER THE SUMMER FEVER AND THE WINTER MORNINGS IN MY CAR. I REMEMBER THAT PHONE CALL AND I REMEMBER THE NIGHTS IN AN EMPTY HOUSE.
DRUMS ON THE DEMO TIMMO SALAKKA AND CO-VOCALS ANNA-LEENA TUOHIMAA.
INFINITY WARS
1. FLOWERS
2. MORNING
3. IF SHE GOES BLACK STARS LEAD ME HOME
4. MEMORIES FROM THE SEASHORE
5. STAR
6. PROMISE
7. DEAD INSIDE (MY GIFT TO YOU)
8. BLIND SPOTS ON YOUR WAY
9. PERFECT MOMENT IN LIFE
10. 100 WEEKS OF WAR
INFINITY WARS IS A COLLECTION OF SONGS WRITTEN BETWEEN 2019-2021. ALL LYRICS, MUSIC, VOCALS, INSTRUMENTS, PROGRAMMING AND PRODUCTION OUR GREAT ESCAPE.
Video by PJ Dreams ASMR
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ifshegoesblackstarsleadmehome
MY GUARDIAN ANGEL / MY ONE LAST TRUTH
I GUESS WE NEVER ARE ONLY WHAT WE WANT TO BE. EVEN THOUGH WE STRIVE TO BE BETTER AND WANT TO LEARN OURSELVES, THERE STILL ALWAYS REMAINS A MARK FROM OTHERS AND FROM THE PAST. ALL WE CAN DO IS TRY NOT TO LEAVE THAT MARK ON OTHERS.
memoriesfromtheseashore
Unfulfilled, unfinished but still a part of life
Sometimes I would like to say things earlier, but the words stuck on my throat or on the screen of my phone. Sometimes I would like to give my words a greater weight than I believe they get.
Despite of it all, I still have those memories.
star
Then you celebrate / And you know you're here when they're all away
It is hard to let go and it is hard to be attached to something. It is hard to watch a part of yourself disappear with something. It is hard to live as others expect you to. It is not always easy for others to realize, that the way up is different for everyone.
Star began as a guitar riff for the intro. The stutter-effect remained me of the song Roads by Portishead.
promise
I know your shadow / I understand your blue
Those words came to my head walking home.
I thought that day, how hard it is to let go. I thought how we must always hold on to what is important for us, even though it would make those things change, vanish and fade way.
deadinside(mygifttoyou)
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blindspotsonyourway
With doubts you are made to live / With trust you are made to love
It is easy to drive yourself into a dead-end. It is easy to make yourself belief you're in a dead-end. It is easy to feel drowned by all the things and thoughts. It is easy to be happy and content for awhile. It is hard to stop and trust yourself.
perfectmomentinlife
I don't want to fall asleep... in the middle of these snow stained walls
This song is a description of a time I was hanging between the past and the future, unable to decide which side to fall on. It tells about a moment late one night or early one morning when coming home snow was blowing outside, staining the walls of my home. At that moment in the middle of sadness and uncertainty I felt momentary peace, a small perfect moment.













