The band's debut album "No Hay Banda" was released in April 2005 and has received generally good reviews and was nominated for two Norwegian Grammy-awards, winning one of them for "Best Norwegian Metal Act".
The second album "Le·Fol·" was released in February 2008. A European tour was done to support the album.
In 2009 the band went to Los Angeles to record their 3rd album with producer Joe Barresi, who'd earlier worked with them on "No Hay Banda". The self-titled album "Audrey Horne" was released on March 1st, 2010 through Indie Recordings.
Official website: http://www.audreyhornemusic.com
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Circus
Audrey Horne Lyrics
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Try not to focus on what's underneath. You feel the wood crack beneath your feet.
It's getting better, but it seems so wrong. It's not me... no, it's not me.
Inside this circus there's a thousand eyes, and they're staring down on me. Days they come like this, and pass like a slide show or a cabaret.
Try to scream through your broken lungs and tell your story with a twisted tongue.
But you don't wanna see the world like I do. Obsessed, possessed and out of tune.
'Cause I don't really think it's worth it, you'll see. Covered up... in sawdust... it makes it harder to breathe.
I'll cut 'em all up for you, I'll be damned if it's all pretty and good out there.
It's getting better, but it seems so wrong. It's not me... no it's not me.
And every time I open up this box, it keeps staring down on me.
The lyrics to Audrey Horne's song "Circus" describe the feeling of being trapped in a situation that is uncomfortable and unsettling. The singer of the song is crossing a bridge, but instead of feeling a sense of relief or movement forward, they feel nervous and uneasy. They are aware of the danger underneath them, and they can feel the wood of the bridge cracking beneath their feet. Despite the danger, they continue moving forward.
The song then shifts to the idea of being in a circus, where the singer feels like there are a thousand eyes staring down at them. They feel like they are a performer, but not in control of the performance. The days pass by quickly like a slide show or a cabaret, and the singer feels like they are screaming but no one is hearing them. They acknowledge that they see the world differently than others and are "obsessed, possessed and out of tune." The singer doesn't think it's worth it to be in the circus anymore, but they are still trapped in it. The final line refers to a box that the singer keeps opening, but they can never escape the feeling of being watched and judged.
Line by Line Meaning
Hold your breath as you cross this bridge. You feel a shiver when it storms like this.
Be cautious when you cross this bridge because it causes fear during a storm.
Try not to focus on what's underneath. You feel the wood crack beneath your feet.
Avoid thinking about what's beneath the bridge because you can feel the wood breaking beneath your feet.
It's getting better, but it seems so wrong. It's not me... no, it's not me.
Things are improving, but it doesn't feel right, and it's not how it's supposed to be.
Inside this circus there's a thousand eyes, and they're staring down on me. Days they come like this, and pass like a slide show or a cabaret.
This world feels like a circus with thousands of people staring judgmentally, and days pass like a quick show or entertainment.
Try to scream through your broken lungs and tell your story with a twisted tongue.
Even if your voice is broken, speak your truth with determination and conviction.
But you don't wanna see the world like I do. Obsessed, possessed and out of tune.
You do not view the world through my lens, plagued by obsession and lack of harmony.
'Cause I don't really think it's worth it, you'll see. Covered up... in sawdust... it makes it harder to breathe.
I do not believe it is worth it, as it is difficult to breathe when you are hiding behind a facade.
I'll cut 'em all up for you, I'll be damned if it's all pretty and good out there.
I will fight for you, no matter how chaotic and ugly the world may seem.
And I swear that I'm a sucker for the ugly things you're keeping in your closet, girl.
I am vulnerable to the flaws and secrets you keep hidden, my dear.
And every time I open up this box, it keeps staring down on me.
Even if I address my problems, they seem to continue haunting me.
Contributed by Kennedy F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.