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Downloads Four songs from our session at Midas Studios: |
The February Stars is: Simon Ventus - Vocals, Guitars Currently (May 2009) in the studio recording full-lenght album. |
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Lyrics Angel Aurora The sun is slowly falling. I am fallen in the sun. The sun is slowly calling. What will happen when it's gone? When the wind of change is blowing, will you find some answers then? Your unsertainty is growing. You say you'll find peace but when? Can't you see my love? You are my angel aurora. And I'd have you smile again. And I'd have you shine. I could say a thousand sorries. For the thousand things I've done. But I'm not sure how that would help the world because, Look how far we've come. Bleed Out All my presence said was you'll leave me now How could you go somewhere, you where never there Where you anywhere? The city winter's cold it burns my skin I can't afford to, let it get a hold of me I'd have to wait 'til spring I can't afford to I turn the colours in, turn the inside out Don't want to mix up the washed out love with the shame I never felt I came home Yesterday I burned my past I hope it leaves a scar Not just ashes of what has been but every single scene of the season on repeat, it's a reason to... You really had me down for counting I won't bleed out for another round You won't beat me, I won't bleed out Time and time again I feel I'm stuck in picture A story for every season Finding, loving Painted by tears and sand Something to be found breaking, loosing Time and time again I get a glimpse of a picture I went looking for a reason fighting, leaving Painted by a sacred hand You never needed one coping, mending Boston And I feel this islands silent and I Would give you a call, but I don't really like the company and Then it's better to be alone by me and Perhaps that's how it's supposed to be and What if one and one was three and All maths I just insanity And I just want to go home. The siliconic fantasies From magazines I could hav bought i Boston if,d been there Are all heading for destruction and I've Fallen in love from time to time With a picture of someone without a mind Thinking it would fill the silence Of noone whispering in my ear When I go to bed on Sunday night, oh, How I hate sleeping alone Eyes that can kill With the smile of a Fire that just destroyed all your photographs Inside there's a different light And what if I stumble and fall in the street, Will the city stop and help my back on my feet or watch me crawl and pass me by And I feel this islands silent I wish you Would give me a call, but I don't really like the company and Then it's better to be alone by me and Perhaps that's how it's supposed to be and What if one and one was three and when I go to bed on sunday night oh, how I hate sleeping alone British Inventions It's ten AM and I'm getting up, I'm not sure weather to or not If you ask me I'll say I'm fine but you know damn well that I might be lying The truth is waiting for the bomb to fall to find out if I feel anything at all I'm in need of a British invention, a feelings vending machine And I tried to make myself conveniently oblivious I took my photograph and woke up to find my self on sedetives and it's too late to go to sleep apparently It's about time to be cathing up with reality and what see it's got Maybe this time you can breach my mind please tell me whatever it is you find There's nothing that could be so hard to bear I just think some emotion would be fair I'm not asking for a solution, I just want a little love To make it burn to make a turn to find a cure make it ashore from being scorned from being torn from feeling worn from being torn from being kissed to being missed from a distance Dead Beat March Sleeping head down For a few seconds more Never seen this walls Have I been here before? I making a sound If someone answers my call Right besides me you lie But I don't know you at all There's a beat in my head I'm in somebody's bed The very last train home Left long, long ago I hope that I find Within reasonable time It's a shame I've been told Such a shame I've never known Look at me go If I can't do this, then what can I do? Kissed in repent Not a kiss filled with love I see it in your eyes A look that I've never seen A few feet at a time is my marching speed I could never keep up I could never keep up Everything Staring at the broken reflection From the mirror on the wall Still a little girl shining through With dreams not forgotten But hardly remembered at all Redundant eyes That seem to have seen everything Everything That isn't much in a small world Trying hard to find all answere As the questions are creeping in It's really left this room with just one thing A real quiet silence Broken by whispers Going Away Waltz An amputated rhino and the lotion in your head A black cup of coffee and the newspaper on your bed The meat on their skinny bones evaporate in heat The pretty bird sings on the set and you've got a front row seat If you want to go, just go and I won't stand tall You're not the first or last in line, fine Yeah, I will be fine My Heart in Your Hands It's been way too long Since I last sang you a song I can't find myself in the place To meet you again, face to face darling Honey we are like lovers without affection Here, I offer my heart in your hands Let me be me - and I will love you Sing me a lullaby Hold my hand and kiss me good night I want to fly away in the night Stay with me and make it all allrigt Penance & Passion My sister of mercy I beg for a refill That last fix just wasn't enough I ashamed that I'm hurt when I see that you're glad Anger can sometimes consume all the passion I ashamed that I'm hurt when I see that you're glad Hey - I hope that you understand Hey - You know we said it'd be different A wrecking queen rules my world What the fuck, why did it mean goodbye? A revision of past tense shows signs of motif for A visit to the making-friends-rehab I ashamed that I'm hurt when I see that you're glad Penance can sometimes make up for the anger I ashamed that I'm hurt when I see that you're glad Reconsider Shot in cold blood He didn't even leave a note Sick of reason for rhymes I guess, what a bliss, his mind wasn't sicker than the rest of ours To suffer the compromise of one's will and what is best The look in the eyes of a man who thought he got it right but reconsider Reconsider Carved her heart out and put it on a silver plate It was already bruised and broken to mend it would be the cure for all her faults and uglyness Took a pill to numb the senses while the blade did what it was told The look in the eyes of a girl who thought she got it right but reconsider Reconsider I'm so sorry I climed out to I'm so sorry I tried not to Safe and Sound Another lonley crowd communicating without a single word of real meaning The price is high when talk is cheap When the subjects are getting old Safe and sound That is all you ever wanted to be Safe and sound And I see you through, oh yes I do When you've come as low as you can go Is it all uphill from there? or can you take a step down with me Believe it's true I'd walk with you If you'd want me Got desire for you Had to suffer for you Got this offer for you Bring me closer to you Shoulder Hold'er I let you sleep In the pale light In the soft sound Of the ones passing by I can feel you breathe the air I watch you smile I wonder what you’re dreaming Now We watch them pass us by One by one by two There’s nothing For me and you We’re driving on and on We’re driving further away I wonder where we’re going Now I wish your head was on my shoulder I wish my arms could hold closer In the end this song’s for you In the end I’ll drive for you In the end I'm on all four. In the end my heart’s for you And the end will do us too In the end it’s all for... The end is awful The end is awful Sunshine & Blue Skies All these thoughts keep nesting in my brain at night They keep me up won’t let me sleep And what if all I thought was right is wrong? What if it’s false, what if it falls? I hate this ambivalence Actions with consequence All I really want is a hiding place On a safe distance Let me stay Let me stay This is who I am Accept me if you can I wish I can wait here with you The sun shines on blue skies but what good is it if the world as we know it is grey How am I supposed to stick to my conviction When true leaders are nothing but fiction Sunset I asked a hotel room It said: “Go be a star!” I tried the best I could. I didn’t get too far. Why did I bother? For the glory or for the fame? The seasons changed, all right, But it all stayed the same. Why should I hang on? The son said. We all know it won’t be long. Will you just let me watch My sunset? I tried to fight for you Mostly just for show. I thought it was forever That was forever ago. I did what I was told. A lame excuse, it’s true. With all these unwanted monarchs, Could the wanted one be you? Ten Feet Aside You are soaked in the smell of old man And you thought you had learned for once and for all What it is to be loved. But the feeling inside said it can’t be right As hard as he held he couldn’t hear When you screamed with your eyes and you stared with your mouth. “God let me out, from this prison of one, going out of my mind!” Ten feet aside, That’s where I was with my head in the ground Ten feet aside, And my ears and eyes were quiet The taste in your mouth of the love that was sweet seemed awfully bitter when it all came around cause when you needed it the most, it was over You Don't Fit I’m not sure, What you scream about. But something sinful, It seems to be. Or so you’ve been told, By the teachers of old. But if stones turn to gold, And if it’s true and your right Then I’ll fight. But why am I so cold? We are all as one Except you, you, you and him. Suddenly, I feel how the line grows thin. What have I got here to win? Call me cynical If it helps you stay in your world It’s not one where I’d like to be. We live on our own, We scream and we moan. Wear ourselves to the bone. Now, if I’m right. Will you fight, will you hear me? Before I grow too old. Webster's Words of Wisdom An anemic cardiac blame Dissolving exemplary father The glockenspiel headlines the night To invest in you was the biggest misstake Jeoparidzed the kickback made lawless Mystery narcissist, ogliarchy pacifist You're a queer and a REM sleeper I swear that you'll testify Unattached Victorian wrangler Yellow Ribbon abuse In the barroom there's a cancerous despot fetch and carry An erotic gallery's hope's Injected with juvenile kismet Laminated memories last New Years Day open the palette Radioed last Saturday through traffic Unfounded vacancy, widespread hypocracy Words when they're written for you, do you follow? All lyrics written by Simon |
Resources    Contact information thefebruarystars@gmail.com Some history In 2005 Simon picked up the song writing he had left behind him a few years earlier. He played the songs he had written for some of his friends who encouraged him to continue writing. As he felt somewhat lonely as a singer/songwriter he started to scout for a band. The first, and most natural, choice was his old friend Martin who he had played with before in different constellations. Simon, formerly being a drummer had some difficulties finding a drummer for the new band. Walking home one night after being refused from the theatres ticket office he walked past a house in the centre of Vasa from where he heard some good rhythms.
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