close up (track 2)
text: joakim frøystein

magical mysteries eat your mind
makes you know better than to trust your senses
devine, supernatural, brilliant illusions
makes your sense tell you,
that what your senses tell you,
makes no sense.

close up in front of your eyes,
makes you think you fantasize,
though you know you’re being fooled
close up in front of your eyes,
you’re not blind nor hypnotized,
you know you’re being fooled.

stardust and magic wands, might be your thing
snakesblood could spice up your secret potion.
whitches brooms or angel wings won’t make you fly
if what your sense tells you
makes what your senses tell you,
make no sense.

close up in front of your eyes,
makes you think you fantasize,
though you know you’re being fooled
close up in front of your eyes,
you’re not blind nor hypnotized,
you know you’re being fooled.

© jogujo circuit 2003

synthetic beauty (track 6)
text: joakim frøystein

it could blow, might explode
you can’t keep it in controll,
one minute you’re a prince,
the next you’re a dirty toad.

a bit of the bad might not be dangerous,
but a lot of the good stuff could
if you cant get enough,
there’s a lot of the good stuff
if you can’t get enough.

synthetic beauty,
it can be more than natural,
it can be supersensual,
it can be beautiful, spectacular.

synthetic beauty,
we can be more than we are,
you can be a superstar,
it can be beautiful, spectacular.

seamless, sweet sixteen
is the look you want,
you’re dreamin’ if you’re thinkin it’ll last,
i know it won’t.

gravity will take you, and
slowly pull you down,
in a hundred years,
plastic’s what’s left you in the ground.
in a hundred years, plastic’s what’s left of you.

synthetic beauty,
it can be more than natural,
it can be supersensual,
it can be beautiful, spectacular.

synthetic beauty,
we can be more than we are,
you can be a superstar,
it can be beautiful, spectacular.

© jogujo circuit 2003

in my dream (track 9)
text: joakim frøystein

what if everything was like a dream
and we were both in it.
nothing will be like it would seem,
but everythings friendly

we could be out playing in the sun,
like children laughing
everything we’d play would be for fun,
our hearts would be dancing

in my dream there is no end....

ringing doorbells and then run away,
our hearts would be pounding.
eating apples stolen on our way,
hearing happiness sounding

finding maps and digging in the mud,
for hidden treasures,
we would hide and spy, and follow tracks.
in beeds and feathers.

in my dream there is no end,
now i’m sleeping thinking there is none.
still believing there’s no end.
dreaming there is none.

now if everything is like a dream,
and we’re both in it,
nothing will be like it would seem

in my dream there is no end,
now i’m sleeping thinking there is none.
still believing there’s no end.
dreaming there is none.

in my dream there is no end,
now i’m sleeping, dreaming there is none.
still believing there’s no end,
dreaming there is none.

© jogujo circuit 2003