Fog Mountain

by Saline Grace

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1.
Fog Mountain 06:32
'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
2.
Memory Lane 04:15
'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
3.
Farewell 01:27
'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
4.
'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
5.
'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.’
6.
Silas Spade 04:51
‘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
7.
‘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
8.
9.
Blackbird 05:16
‘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
10.
‘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
11.
‘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
12.
‘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

about

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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