Here in the Hurricane - EP

by Anton Sword

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The Air Stop prattling at me, you beautiful fool Can’t you follow the rules? I told you to go away Okay, you can stay on my little boat Your skin has a glow Your lips are perfectly glazed Standing on the deck I check your face, half hidden by your hair Every time I do I’m just amazed you’re still there I’d have thought by now you’d drop your gaze from my crazy stare Let’s loosen the ropes and get underway If you’re gonna stay We may as well get going soon Hold onto yourself ‘cause here come the waves There’s nothing to save us And you seem intent on your own ruin Let’s sail into the morning’s golden room, the light’s like glue Everything we had and everything we thought we knew Everything is whirlpooling away, I guess we’re free Standing on the deck I check your face, half hidden by your hair Every time I do I’m just amazed you’re still there Standing in the breeze we feel the rain falling through the air
Here in the Hurricane Why do you come around tonight, to lose yourself in a dream? Tonight what are we all doing here, and who’s sure what they mean? Fake, you always say you feel fake, now how do you feel? Tonight nobody’s sure who they are, or how to tell fake from real You, you came here tonight for someone new Or you came tonight to see friends or make them see you Or you came tonight ‘cause you were tired of standing outside the play Tonight, take a drink, dissolve your thoughts of the day Quivering inside, step out into the night, Pink in the streetlights, slide along the walls Quivering inside, under, under the heights, Back in the doorway, stumble down the hall Spinning around now, lonely holding hands, Hold onto lonely, hold on now Into the dark now, round and round, Fake it or be real, who knows how? ‘Cause tonight invisible shapes fly Across the room onto your face And they dance in all the secret spots, To enchant the corners of this place We would like to say something meaningful That will always burn as you read But we don’t need to say anything, We just make vowel sounds as you move your feet In the hypnolyric hurricane, in the hypnolyric hurricane here in the hurricane, here in the hurricane Fake, are you still feeling fake, or is unfinished what you mean? Move, moving helps you arrive here, between the blob and the machine Hi, hello there, why still resist? I know it’s hard, but we were made for this
On the Horizon Something’s coming, I can feel it Some kind of darkness, I can see it there on the horizon Beyond the cities, beyond the mountains, Flows a forgotten fountain, there on the horizon Looking up from my screen I saw a shadow pass over the sun There is a power beyond the ocean There is a power beyond devotion there on the horizon As all the wise men clean their money and the soldiers clean guns, It keeps coming slowly on the horizon Looking up from my screen I saw a shadow pass over the sun Who watches over the people? Who? Not the market nor the steeple Who? Not the judge nor the elected Who? Only power is protected Will they remember us when we’re gone now? Will they remember us when we’ve disappeared? Take my ticket and my lucky locket Take them and hide them in your pocket yeah Looking up from my screen I saw a shadow pass over the sun
The Words You put on your supersonic shoes and take your party pills Maybe she’ll be there but you don’t dare Ask her ex-boyfriend bill, he looks a little green around the gills Through your inner-tinted glasses and the sentient gases A pale pink bliss converts this purple verse to a piercing pain There she is like a stain in the colorfield Parentheses clog your larynx now, colliding somehow Hurtling through the words In your electromagnet hat and superconducting underpants You’re looking pretty fly to catch her eye And you radiocarbon-dated all your cufflinks A clever souvenir of your maneuver last year Clean unseen geodesic caffeine supports your flow Grab her arm as she goes like a jellyfish That begs to be squished, in a coral reef it’s pointless to speak You’re just gurgling the words You’re only fluids in a sac and she’s a glowing sun In a cold ionosphere, as you’re sitting melting here On the tofu sofa in the kitchen, she made your string beans glisten With chemical subversion, unspeakable perversion In the aftermath you interview yourself in the bathtub, in a foreign film That’s so badly dubbed. From this naked place Great voices come in a bitter code, up above everyone You’re still searching for the words
Surrender to the Tentacles I see the precious and the edible The gold, the folding and the spreadable The square, the circle and the pentacle Now we surrender to the tentacles We watch the clouds drift by the balcony We talk about imaginary enemies We study all the plans and strategies To conquer everyone in history The goth, the persian and the byzantine The mongol, mandarin and philistine Don’t stop to think or it will rain Look in my eyes, it will feel fine We’re taking photographs of water towers And shopping for designer underwear We’re theorizing about dinosaurs And taking pills and writing diaries We don our helmets and our uniforms Our patches, armbands and our leotards We take our advice from adolescents We drive our vespa into the sunset While fantasizing we’ll be president Now we surrender to the tentacles


This EP represents a sharper turn towards the electronic for Sword & company. 4 of the 5 tracks recorded and performed with the 2011 core band: Anton plus Kristin Mueller, Julian Maile, and Gina Marie Rodriguez. The first track, 'The Air', is a stray from the earlier CD ('City of Oblivion'), that found its way finally onto this EP, and features members of an earlier lineup, Kristofer Widholm and Chris Wilson.


released May 1, 2012

Here in the Hurricane EP.
Track Listing: 1. The Air; 2. Here in the Hurricane; 3. On the Horizon; 4. The Words; 5. Surrender to the Tentacles

anton sword: voices, keyboards, programming
kristin mueller: drum kit on 2-5
julian maile: guitars on 2-5
gina marie rodriguez: bass on 2-5
michael lawson: storm guitars on 2
kristofer widholm: guitars on 1
chris wilson: bass on 1

written & produced by anton sword

drums, guitars, bass and piano recorded by damon whittemore at valvetone, NYC
vocals recorded by pete kohl at beautyrock, nyc

1 mixed by anton sword at fugue state, nyc * 2 mixed by anton sword at fugue state and pete kohl at beautyrock * 3 mixed by carl barc at the distillery, nyc * 4 mixed by carl barc, pete kohl, and anton sword * 5 mixed by carl barc, pete kohl, and anton sword, with additional mixing by matt young & grant wheeler at landau audio, nyc

mastered by ingo krauss at candybomber, berlin

graphic design: andrea frohner
photos: berry behrendt, tommy longo. anton sword

c and p anton sword/fugue state music. all rights reserved


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Anton Sword Brooklyn, New York

NYC native singer/keyboardist Anton Sword writes neo-glam synthpop and dark dance music for cynical but secretly tenderhearted bookworms. Sword performs solo and with his band The We Ours regularly in the USA and Europe.

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