The last part in the EP trilogy. Released in 2009 by Jezebel recordings as a limited edition 3″ CD with an octangular origami style fold out cover.
ner
tretusen violer
viskra
locked in the basement
omberg
NER “go to sheep in bed and foam find them on your own a bee hiding with the flies under closing eyes fall asleep and mare all night the specter and the sprite and the parents of your house slumberous and drowsed from your mare form a froth wipe you in a cloth the wet is over not and the owls are breathing here tell your hair dress in white send in billows out of sight understand they only bite when you’re being unaware dry the beddings off your face chew your tears and pillowcase the rest are not so bad it’s over when you’re over there end to lulla is goodnight wish to sleep a lullabye but the corner of your eyes make everything alive” VISKRA “all of us seeing footsteps on the floor he will find you nevermore he will never find you more we don’t believe in the things we saw before he will find you nevermore he will never find you more run blindly and we’ll meet you there for sure he will find you nevermore he will never find you more hide your teeth from the footsteps on the floor he will find you nevermore he will never find you more” LOCKED IN THE BASEMENT “often often i hear steam often often i hear steam often i hear windy behaviour often often my machine often often my machine drain in a puddle of karosene the drumming from the basement drove my inner voice insane often often not so clean often often not so clean we read a muddy magazine about an amputater and the humming in the radiator time travel locked in the basement” Excerp from Fredriks dream diary, filed under NER: “Daylight shots in small sips through metal bars and bare futon. Anemic water dripping from the warm rusty pipes corroding the concrete floor into holes and gaps passing years of neglect where the last teeth suck colored moist from soaked cardboard. Metal tasting mouth watering bed sheets warm for two seconds then freezing cold and very lonely. Layer upon layer of saw dust and rat poison and homeless greetings and no reasons to return conversation. Infinte counting and nuggets of binding indoorness with visting hours every week the time in between like real time featuring looping earth sounds from the irreplaceble iron mask. Even more liquid rubber and baby cows with tin foil filling and a spreading woobler disease ravaging their lack of bones crunching crouching all the time turns into night fall.”