Fog Mountain

by Saline Grace

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After a moment’s silence, Saline Grace are back with their latest album ‘Fog Mountain’ and an official video.
During his parental leave, mastermind Ricardo Hoffmann made time for a short guest appearance, joining Hamburg-based band Dark Orange on their latest 2CD album ‘Horizont’. Along with Steven Burrows, a member of English cult band And Also The Trees, on bass, Ricardo Hoffmann contributed on additional guitars and piano. He furthermore created a remix for ‘Interpretations’, the second CD of the same release; other remixes were made by artists like Robin Guthrie of Cocteau Twins, members of And Also The Trees and many more.
With ‘Fog Mountain’, however, Saline Grace continue on their very own paths, setting great store by the use of almost exclusively acoustic instruments that seem to hail from an antique musical instruments shop. The extraordinarily filigree guitar style with its wistful slide techniques, mandolin-like ornaments and fingerstyle parts is recognisably Ricardo Hoffmann’s, who knows to create pictorial synaesthesias, raising nightly panoramas from imaginatively enraptured roadmovies.
Subtly woven into a dusty sound stage, mainly consisting of piano, organ, concertina, banjo, violin, accentuated drums, not uncommonly played with brushes, as well as Ines Hoffmann’s deeply resonating bass, the listener is inevitably getting entangled in a mystic and sinister atmosphere, drawing marvellously attention to singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Ricardo Hoffmann’s emotional baritone.
Among personal contents, his protagonists act full of symbolism in front of surreal, near-natural sceneries and re-flect frequently anthropological backgrounds, dealing with mankind’s estrangement from nature and within their artificial environment, their culture, too.
Their new album shows Saline Grace more powerful and on their highest level, performing with virtuosity, vigorous dynamics and withdrawn melancholy at the same time.
Indeed, ‘Fog Mountain’ impresses with diversity of its arrangements, variety of vocals and its uniquely captured atmosphere, captivating the listener not only by catchy melodies, but also by Ricardo Hoffmann’s distinctive voice, who conveys deep melancholy coupled with hidden rage, solitude and, in very few instances, hope as well.

For fans of And Also The Trees, Leonard Cohen, Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds, The Doors and Wovenhand

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released January 21, 2013

Ricardo Hoffmann:
Vocal, guitar, piano, organ, concertina, banjo, chimes, percussion and additional keyboards

Ines Hoffmann:
Bass

Saline Grace guest:
Chinaski: Drums

Violin on 'Silas Spade' and 'The River Song' played by Ricardo Hoffmann

Bass on 'Memory Lane', 'The Traps Of Time', 'From Behind The Blinding Sun', 'Farewell' and 'Tale Of Poor Henry' played by Ricardo Hoffmann

Backup vocal on 'Wildflower Field' by Ines Hoffmann

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Track Name: Fog Mountain
'Fog Mountain'

Taken through a bleak, dead mountain
Where only fog and slate grey rules
Where the sky its ugly floodgate opens
He searches for mercy and peace of mind

The clouds, like a plague, are sickly raging
A stinking herd, the world’s purulent discharge
And between clefts like steel , so bare and painful
A horde of grey men is ghostly appearing

‘Follow us into a new regime!’ they say
Then with wagon and throne they move away

But roaming further through fog mountain
Where bitter agony and stone restricts
He meets a bearded man within the torrents
Who sits in the mud, endowed with weals

‘Bread and wine I want to share!’ he says
But stale brew and mildew the juggler raises

A dark haired, pretty woman he meets
Caught by her weird and pale blue eyes
Under the poplars smothered with kisses
They kneel in that madhouse of worths and lies

‘Your hunger I want to allay here!’ she says
With a gently whispering voice and naked

The storm it rages and he stares silently
The mountain devours him, he skedaddles
He watches a raptor tormented by hunger
And presents himself as a fainted prey

‘Your hunger I want to allay here!’ he says
Seriously, with a truthfully cawing voice
Track Name: Memory Lane
'Memory Lane'

Downhill I entered an ancient house
In a lane I had been as a child before
Where a willow tree silently breathed
Early blossoms the spring wind stroked

Those tender years
Rejoice my heart
Going down my memory lane
Those tender years shall remain

The parlor showed an old women asleep
Through open windows white curtains streamed
I saw her husband hold his grandchild’s hand
Both were laughing under a shaded backyard sun

Those tender years
Rejoice my heart
Going down my memory lane
Those tender years shall remain

The doorway opened, did frame a serene sky
I smelt the meadow, heard a child voice sing
Dreamt of all embraces and words they’d said
Those tender years rejoice my mature heart

Those tender years
Rejoice my heart
Going down my memory lane
Those tender years shall remain


For Amelie - In remembrance of my grandparents
Track Name: Farewell
'Farewell'

You brought us seven years of love and joy
A great and cheerful heart, always there for us
Holding you gently we caressed a faithful friend
Now grown old, you found your painless place to rest

Where we shall kneel down everyday
In the days of our lives


For Stig
Track Name: The Traps Of Time
'The Traps Of Time'

The Baltic Sea discloses
Our shadows lost in the sand
Those arduous paths to come
We’re struggling night and day

The onshore wind compels
Fallen trees, admonish silently
We’re fleeting guests on earth
Who vanish with every breath
Struggling night and day

Yesterday, each moment’s fate
I try to keep your hands in mine
Always pursued by the traps of time

Mankind climbs the highest mountain
Conquers the bottom of the sea
Like a malign growth that kills
We’re struggling night and day

A dying seabird breathes hard
Mindless compassion mortifies
Estrangement, our tragic fate
We’re man-made prisoners
Struggling night and day

Yesterday, each moment’s fate
I try to keep your hands in mine
Always pursued by the traps of time
Track Name: Dead End House
'Dead End House'

‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!’
Lucifer, this bloody nightmare, saw
Mankind staggering along Blind Alley Road.
Where the conscious meets subconsciousness.

‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!’
Old Dad slavered so human and blear.
‘Down the stairs thou have nothing to fear.’

‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!’
the Old Cloven Hoof, the beast, He howled.
‘In my cellar roof, O demon mankind, thou art
free of morals and worths, these obligations.’

‘So stay here in Dead End House.
Thou shall know thy shepherd and thyself!’

In that vault full of stench and braying
the Deuce exposed his chambers of joy.
He observed mankind being in anguish and desire
Diddlers, thieves, rapists and assassins.
A desperate misery beyond comparison
as the willing victim requires being as well!

Thus He said:
‘Down here thou shall only harm thyself!
For all evil requires blind will and being.’

‘So stay here in Dead End House.
Thou shall know thy shepherd and thyself!
So stay here, my cruel friend.’

‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!’
the minister of human affairs bleated.
‘This bottom vault is thine, thou churlish creature.’

‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!’
the swaying comedian, this old crock, adjured.
‘For I’m the shepherd of the human creature
the Lord flogged off to fellow weariness!’

‘So stay here in Dead End House.
Thou shall know thy shepherd and thyself!
So stay here, my cruel friend.’
Track Name: Silas Spade
‘Silas Spade’

My name is Silas Spade
By strength of a sombre vision
In those deepest vaults of being
I felt mankind’s awful fate
My brother, fill this empty whiskey glass
And I shall tell of the individual’s disease

My name is Silas Spade
I saw an oak tree with human eyes
Uprooted being on a deceptive road
Perceived freedom but sickness inside
Brother, fill this whiskey glass again
And I shall tell of the individual’s disease

O estrangement, you great misfortune
In a wasteland I opened a shallow grave
And benevolence was buried there

My name is Silas Spade
I planted the oak into its soil again
Where dead leaves were falling from
Its boughs full of stench and creatures
Brother, a new bottle of whiskey please
And I shall tell of the individual’s disease

O estrangement, you great misfortune
In a wasteland I opened a shallow grave
And benevolence was buried there
Track Name: The River Song
‘The River Song’

The Eastern sky and its crescent moon
Illuminated the river and its spring the pure
My forsaken raft, just a distant shade
While the day was crawling into its grave

Down at a dry branch a girl named Mary
Stumbled over a dead oak tree trunk full of water
She led me down to this old stump to see
That the river did wear our countenance

I felt warm honey lips and angel hair
Her gifted hands did find that wound
An obscure hole underneath my breast of pain
Where she warmed my heart and gave me peace

A new raft was built, yes, it took us forth
Downriver we reached the bank of Bordertown
September, an ancient house, I married my girl
Then we kissed in that sunny courtyard garden

And that rising stream teared us away
The years went by, truly nothing of note
Summer was gone and our fall came soon
We held hands and feared the river’s final bed

Indeed, the river mouth we reached someday
It was our port, the beauty of a quiet ocean
Where the river’s singing filled our hearts
A bolted door did open those glowing paths


For my beloved wife
Track Name: Blackbird
‘Blackbird’

I’m a blackbird of broken wings
A silent death between the rails
An unseen pain on mother earth
For a raging beast has ominously come
Closing my beak and stealing my song

Yes, a steam engine with boxcars and
That blinded mankind in their cages
Having my bloody feathers and my feet
On these awfully iron wheels

Once I was a blackbird of fluttering wings
Carrying a holy message in my beak
And all impatient wisdoms in a song
For my breath had been given graciously
Taking me down from my southern hills

Yes, along the sickness of a muddy river
Until I reached the realms of the human plan
Singing from those trees of whisper to
All the people from Stranger’s Town

Now I’m a blackbird of dead wings
A mournful plumage, soaked by rain
And the unheard wisdom of a song
For my heart has been taken without concerns
Sowing blind creatures and reaping their shades

Yes, a scythe wielded by fateful delusion
Blows the poisoned harvest into the land
Bringing a last and lethal message
To all blackbirds of fluttering wings
Track Name: Wildflower Field
‘Wildflower Field’

Alice could not feel her heart
Her witness a wildflower field
And her body was made of wicked pain
For Alice could not feel her heart

Well, and those were
The days of her trial
O Lord

Bad dreams defrauded her of brother sleep
For she was watching all night long to see that
Naked girl crawling along a wildflower field
A blood-soaked wildflower field

One night a crooked moon did sinisterly breathe
Weary bells murmuring, funeral pile crackling
Her rapist’s burning bones of guilt and shame
His bones of guilt and shame

Where in the end
Dead ember did haunt
O Lord
Well, and those were
The days of her trial

Alice could not feel her heart
A tombstone adorned her graveyard home
After years she was free of wicked pain
For Alice could not feel her heart

Where in the end
Dead silence did mourn
O Lord
Well, and those were
The days of her trial
Track Name: From Behind The Blinding Sun
‘From Behind The Blinding Sun’

Where a carnal shell so sadly groans
A ghost of love the thirsting mind does wish
We all create rooms in a room that coerces us

A swampland bears a lover’s weeping
His yearning, a beggar’s room of memory
We all create rooms in a room that coerces us

Tales arise from behind the blinding sun
Withered roses tell an unheard story
Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth

An unloved harlot that unloved lover kisses
He lusts for illusions of the unleashed soul
We all create rooms in a room that coerces us

Where poorness shouts the harlot is driven
Her face, just dead stonework of cold disdain
We all create rooms in a room that coerces us

Tales arise from behind the blinding sun
Withered roses tell an unheard story
Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth

But moneybags do rule in twilight castles
High there almighty walls blare out a threat
We all create rooms in a room that coerces us

Tales arise from behind the blinding sun
Withered roses tell an unheard story
Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth
Track Name: Tale Of Poor Henry
‘Tale Of Poor Henry’

Henry never rested or felt some peace
To attain his goals he fought the time
His short-lived wife was deeply grieved
Henry feared the journey’s own reward

It took his heart away
And every precious day
It took his life away
Yes, every single day

Early morning, a forsaken door
Holding a six-gun his carcass was found
No one mourned and no one thought about it
For all his life he ran away, the goddamn fool

It took his heart away
And every precious day
It took his life away
Yes, every single day