Anticipating the debut album [Lock full version] At Freddy’s House released a teaser EP [LOCK] on the 16th of June - 2009. Giving a six song digital sample of the complete album, we presented characters and events that convey the multiplicity present in the idea of Home, the concept behind our first work. 

Album cover artwork: by Tó Trips © 

Susana Noronha ©

All lyrics protected by Portuguese and international copyright laws. Do not use or repost without the author’s written permission.

1 - The knot

If I could hold you once again

tied around your waist

I could pretend to hear your heartbeat

as it fades away

a stronger rope won’t pull you back

or lift the weight of what was left behind

one breaking strand at the end of the rope will fail

can I just hold you like a knot?

Music: Fred ©

Lyrics: Susana Noronha ©

2 - Road to rebellion

Singing loud my own tale she calls me from sleep

lights my maze, guides my feet

my world is breaking, my roots burned down

as her voice moves my ground

she rolls old skin from my dry hands

unwraps my sight, extends the land

where I can walk and feel alive

touch the dirt, draw my signs

shout the words you never spent

break the walls you cannot bend

and you might dare to spin the world

while they wish it never turned

because the wind is slowing down

and the rain is turning sweet

and the storm is growing older

untie the ropes that bind your will

find a tongue you can speak

and reach beyond the roads of mud

break all ties while you run

learn the steps and walk again

a broken crutch won’t make the journey

life keeps running up ahead

time won’t wait for you to follow.

Music: Fred ©

Lyrics: Susana Noronha ©

3 - On sacred ground

A newborn light exhales the day

like a laugh from a crowd

locked in heaven far away

a pagan God inhales the flame

where the night burns her shroud

where the dawn lights up her face

around my feet

a swollen tongue of streams

floods the lands where seraphs

build the shrine of dreams

I know the place where winged lovers hide

I know this place where desire grows

where angels meet

rusty halos are lost between the lust

falling like dust on the ground

dirty feathers are lost between a touch

falling like dust on the ground

a painted door hides a promised land

tell the world that I found a way

spread the word that I found the way

to a sacred ground

I was around when God Himself fell in love with a woman’s voice

He seems more perfect high above, on His throne, wrenched by love.

Music: Fred ©

Lyrics: Susana Noronha ©

4 - My falling house

I raise my hands

and stretch the dry skin of old age

all the lines draw an ending

without time for amendments

time went by

my old house became smaller

all my doors seem too narrow

as my shadow grows taller

the stairs inside my falling house

pile the dust of old days

I laze beneath the rusty hatch

where I once locked the sunshine

I am home

I could lay here where the walls tell my story

I rest my head down on the cold floor

I can wait here for a while, before morning

the light inside my falling house

warms the dust of old days

from the roof the open hatch

cuts half my ageing shadow.

Music: Fred ©

Lyrics: Susana Noronha ©

5 - A gunman’s bullet

Mother say a prayer

and bring a flower

brother dig a grave

my guns are silent

take me home

keep me close

one shot sealed my fate

warmer than fire

a bullet stains my back

my blood won’t rest now

a red cold dye

paints the ground

my red cold life

spreads around.

Music: Fred ©

Lyrics: Susana Noronha ©

6 - Box with dancing dolls

Place your arms around my own

take your time to move along

I will lead and you will hold me

the music plays when the lid is opened

a windup key sets the floor in motion

as we learn our dance

take your time to learn the steps

you won’t fall from satin shoes

you can trust your lifeless balance

a puppet’s dance on a clockwork trance

plastic feet wont get sore or broken

as we learn our dance

we’re moving fast

to spin around the floor

a made up life

lacking flesh and bone

we’re moving slow

to take our final bow

without applauding crowds

as we learn our dance

the music stops while the lid is closing

the windup stage starts to lose its fleeting bright.

Music: Fred ©

Lyrics: Susana Noronha ©

Project: At Freddy's House