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Everyday Chronicles

by Anachronaeon

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1.
Denial-Card 05:20
We are the self-proclaimed masters of the earth, but refuse responsibility In the name of profit and egoism we always turn our eyes away We play the denial-card and go on with our lives, based on abuse and suffering of less privileged Ain't life a gift? We all know the cruelty that hides behind the dark industrial corners of our everyday life Stripped of life without choice, exploited without a voice Born and bred behind bars, branded with physical/emotional scars, only to be fed to the machine We play the denial-card and go on with our lives, based on abuse and suffering of less privileged Ain't life a gift?
2.
I behold humanity from afar and it seems that they live such petty lives in despair, so afraid and surrounded by lies They never seem to find what they are looking for The lighthouse has been my haven A sanctuary from all the madness around For forty years I've chosen isolation over hysterical stress in the heart of the town I could never be away from the ocean she sings to me and the sound of her waves they calm me When I'm alone with her it's like she whispers to me If I'm away I can hear her calling Her depths are to me, a profound mystery Below lies another world unseen One night would turn out to be special and confirm the stories I've heard as a boy I guess I always searched for the truth within those fairytales Naked in the moonlight she appeared Her upper body was in human form but below her waist instead of legs was a tail as that of a fish I know that she saw me as well She kept staring back at me then slipped into darkness again and calm was the ocean When I'm alone with her she whispers to me If I'm away I can hear her calling Her appearance to me, pure divinity Beyond there's another world unseen
3.
Relief 04:21
And it was as if she saw right through me through the layers and what is hidden beneath but she did not judge or condemn her smile in silence still comforts me And she made me feel understood with wonder I beheld her presence her majesty made my heart race yet stripped me of my breath Is it really wrong to succumb to our cravings when this moment may be all that we have? Maybe one day we'll look back at this with hearts full of regret? She felt like a higher spirit when I stood naked before her light The shackles of shame now broken her name was Relief
4.
To the smell of burning sails and the sight of fear in their eyes I take command and we charge as one I am the cruel specter of nightmares my flag, the sign of your demise We toast the devil and aim at your heart Your souls belong to us Your damaged ships our only loss Like a grand tidal wave we strike leaving only shadows of death behind Mythic stories shall be told we loot both your bones and gold My crew of undead feasting on spirits of life Fire glowing in a beard black as night "Queen Anne's Revenge" your death omen-sight The Great Devil comes no quarter will be asked or given I am the Shadow in the burning sunset I am the black wave that devours My flag, the sign of impending doo
5.
Vampire 06:02
Day after day you keep draining me how many days must I give till you see your darkness within is starting to spread manifesting in daylight, so perfectly they wed Your cancerous hunger is the skeleton key to mental penetration Emotional rape and domination the recipe for self-creation Vampire Cursed to feel lonely in the crowd Trampling the minds of those who let you in ripping and tearing the remains of well-being Vampire Unable to quench your insatiable thirst Draining and feeding there's no end in sight There's no escaping the eternal night Erasing the smiles of those close to you There's no joy left once the feeding is through The illusion of trust you create so well before revealing and unleashing hell Belittling others to regain the spotlight Desperation your guiding force Tactical expansion of your social circles to secure the feeding tonight
6.
Instrumental
7.
Cog 04:50
Life works like a drug In time the kick won't reach the usual high and the desperate search for it will devour you from the inside Lives crushed under the cogs of society Spinning faster and faster Billboards blinding us with a utopic future that never comes Control your emotions make them fuel for your endless task as you keep their cogs in motion yet another day The price you pay The curse of sight in the world of the blind The comforting thought this too will end someday All those dreams you once had are they gone or abandoned or turned into something twisted A reminder of how far astray you have gone And you said to yourself you'd make it Because they all had faith in you Doubt by doubt you are falling apart The fears become true Control your emotions make them fuel for your endless task as you keep their cogs in motion yet another day The price you pay The curse of sight in the world of the blind The comforting thought this too will end someday Search for that moment in every day that will keep that fading spark ignited And know that too shall fade turn into something else
8.
Scalpel-God 03:52
Oh Scalpel-God,we kneel before you and lick your blades Your servants we are for life as you trigger our need for validation As we bathe in our own blood and pain satisfaction runs through our bodies Correct the error of our ways strive for the beauty that could be ours Erase our fear of growing old Oh Scalpel-God, You do not judge And if our offspring cannot measure up to our standards You could always intervene and correct the error of their ways Oh High Priest of the Laboratory We grant you access to our pregnant bodies May you scan our foetuses for flaws Enhance them to match our aesthetic demands But we will constantly deny the ugliness inside of our minds that no one can heal For what does not meet the eye would probably make us wanna say goodbye And let you end our lives, Oh Scalpel-God For the sickness in our minds cannot be stopped unless we turn away from you, oh Scalpel-God Our final meeting will be the result of insight Our final meeting will end in tears and blood On our final meeting we will control You Oh Scalpel-God To correct the error of our ways...
9.
Open Road 06:51
I never thought I'd be nostalgic But the longer I ride this open road The memories bring me closer to home The greatest loss: what dies within us Along the road we give up hope, settle and lower the bar But somehow this rage builds inside of me It's like I'm not allowed to relax, to feel free I see a set path laid out for me to ride And even behind the wheels I don't get to decide This steel prison is a product of my own hands I'm stuck drawing the same circles in the sand I'm locked inside a cage for my own safety But in the end the air grows thin and I'm longing to be free Sometimes the journey is the destination Sometimes the journey is just an escape Would you turn the engine off if you arrive? Because it just might mean that you are dead inside
10.
When the fruits of joy has turned to ashes in your mouth When your biggest fear has become life itself When you push others away because they'll see you for what you really are When you hurt yourself to remember what it is like to feel something When the mirror tells a tale you deeply deny When the feeling of hate that burned bright has been engulfed by nothingness When you imagine the upcoming end and feel a glimpse of hope When you lack the strength to release yourself from your vessel but count the days When the only answer is silence When visions through the bottle unsharpens the edges of the painful reality Your purpose vastly misunderstood Erosion Of the self The bearing structure rotten The inner plague Eating all What once was All forgotten

about

All journeys have an end...

There are many bands out there that have passed their expiration date. There are several reasons for this, and I am not judging, I am just stating a fact. Whether they are fueled by different parts of passion for music, validation of the self, social constructions, money, fame, or shared ideas of what music is really about, a machine as a band cannot function without fuel. Or purpose.
When a machine like Anachronaeon, which is a product of passion alone, finds that the main operator don't feel motivated to develop its functions anymore regardless of factors like fame, money etc (which we never really had, and never was a factor for the existence of the band), it seems only sensible to put it in a museum once and for all.
Fact is that I have lived and breathed Anachronaeon for many years together with Andreas (started playing together in 2000, as Anachronaeon since 2003), but also now with Balk and Kenneth. I have always been the supplier of material. Writing songs and the creative process within this was always the main thing that made me return to the guitar. I was never keen on playing songs written by others, or touring for that matter. Anachronaeon's sparse live career is a sign of that. Truthfully it's been a long time since I played the guitar just for the fun of it. And for a band that only has passion as fuel, ultimately it has come to an end.
I am proud as hell of the songs on this album. They are a product of hard work and determination. It was like a second job writing them, since I took every wednesday off from work for a time to make them happen. I certainly do not regret this. The songs are in my opinion the best I have written, and the production (mainly thanks to Balk) is the best we have ever had on an album. But I could never repeat this procedure again. Because the fun in the equation was lost somewhere along the way.
When I thought about quitting a while back now, it suddenly felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. No matter how hard it was to tell the guys (especially Andreas, given our long history as a duo), it felt right!
Now I don't know how you guys feel about this, but for me it really is a huge thing, and surely I had doubts back and forth for short periods of time making this decision. I don't know if I will pick up the guitar again somewhere along the line, but if I do I'm gonna do it because I want to and because it feels like fun!
Since I usually write everything Balk, Andreas and Kenneth will not continue with Anachronaeon, but I bet that they will keep on playing music in some constellation. We decided to complete the album and release it for free as a ”thank you" to all of you who show interest in Anachronaeon, and to go out with a bang!

In a way Anachronaeon's spirit will live on. We still have cds of the old albums to sell, and I will keep handing the administration of the legacy of the band to make sure that so many people as possible will get to the hear our work.
So, we would like to thank you for supporting us! Spread this album far and wide, share it with friends and enjoy it! This is our final request.
/Patrik
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Anachronaeon
2003-2018
Patrik Karlsson
Andreas Åkerlind
Kenneth Johansson
Mattias Balk

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released August 15, 2018

Patrik - Vocals, Guitars, Songwriting
Andreas Åkerlind - Drums
Kenneth Johansson - Guitars
Mattias Balk - Bass and production/studio engineering

Coverart by W. Smerdulak

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