Heimdal Session

by Wits End

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Heimdal Session consist of 3 covers and one original rehearsed, played and recorded live over 4 hours a Saturday evening in the summer of 2012. Heimdal was the small suburbia outside of Trondheim where some of our previous bands hung out and rehearsed in the early 00's.

Quiet as a root canal originally by Stavros
Is subjective originally by The Birds Are Spies, They Report To The Trees
If content is king originally by Catena Collapse

These songs are available on the Discography 2010-2012 tape on Siste Sukk.

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released September 12, 2012

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Old-school emo from Oslo, Norway.

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Track Name: Quiet as a Root Canal
Drawing a long breath
As to get a good start
Arrogance and detachment
In every fiber
Had not expected this

Breaking up the party
Books and pamphlets lean against each other
Legs crossed
Silence speaking for itself
Agreeing on quietism
Track Name: Is Subjective
To give a slow sorrowful reading
A few brass coins
Clutched in my bony fists
Gathered together in one room for the first time
Born three years ahead of time
Nineteen seventy-nine

Throwing shadows at passing cars
Fitting initiation
Attacked your books with a knife
Convincing me you have nothing to say
The smell of your own work is the smell of death
Track Name: If Content is King
May my words be soft and low
(for I may have to eat them)

May my words be spoken softly
(for I may have to eat them)

It’s another way of higher treason
It’s another way of say it loud

That’s why I could not live with myself
And how I could not live with myself

Speak softly or I may spell out
Track Name: Lullaby pt.2
Concurrent dreams
Intertwined and not making any point
No reason, no logic
Like a far distant hum

Off sand, off filth
Besides the sea

Night being, spirit of the wind
Old trees in the sky
Sweet Anzu, my crown, sit tight
Let me rest! Let me sleep!
Lilitu, goodnight.