The late autumn months were spent just jamming together, playing assorted covers and planning the purchase of a drum machine to provide the beat. As luck would have it, though, they got into contact with a live drummer, Kontra, a short while later and thus took a step away from the old school goth rock approach.
With this four man lineup, the band started moving forward rapidly. Marko had some riffs in his back pocket and the guys began developing them into complete songs. The rehearsals in the summer of 2008 saw a further shift from the original old school goth rock band concept towards a sound more reminiscent of post-punk and new wave. Near the end of the summer, Sari joined the band on the keyboards, and all five felt the pieces were definitely falling into place.
During autumn 2008, Murnau's Playhouse decided on the band’s name and recorded their first, four track demo. With a song off the demo, the band entered an annual song contest arranged on the web forum of the local Club Schatten. After the polls closed, Murnau’s Playhouse song White Noise White Light was declared the winner of the contest, something which surprised even the band. The contest ended up being the perfect springboard, and gigs soon followed.
The following year, Murnau’s Playhouse played several gigs at various clubs around Finland with a very positive response from the crowd each night. The highlight of the year was playing at the sold out Lumous Gothic Festival kick off club. An extensive rehearsal schedule between shows resulted in a host of new songs, and eventually the band went into studio to record their debut album, Sanity Show, which was released in late 2009. They are currently writing new material for a new release, and planning a tour of Finland for the early part of the coming year.
The Blight
Murnau's Playhouse Lyrics
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Of days without any sorrow
With one hand you hold your mask
And with the other
You wave from your booth
The crowd is gathered here for your truth
And you speak the sweetest poison
Now that you took all you could
Black clouds overshadow us
While you climb to your
Mansion in the sky
The blight
No light shines upon the ground
You, our prophet of revolution
Have been unmasked
I feel this world suffocating
Your hands on mothers' throats
And we walk these barren lands
Sowing the seeds that give birth
To new self-deception
That's the only thing that will thrive now
In this blight
Our father of devolution you are
The blight
You fed your lust we turn to dust
You fed your lust and we turn to
You fed your lust and now return to dust
The blight
"The Blight" by Murnau's Playhouse is a song that speaks of the corruption and deception of powerful figures who claim to be agents of change but end up perpetuating the same cycles of oppression and despair. The opening lines paint a picture of a charismatic leader who promises a brighter future but only masked his true intentions with a facade of charm and manipulative words. The second stanza reveals the true nature of this leader who has taken advantage of his followers and has abandoned them as he climbs to his own mansion in the sky, leaving behind a world shrouded in darkness.
The chorus of "The Blight" speaks of the devastation that this leader has wrought, leaving behind a world where light no longer shines and the people are left suffocating. The imagery of hands on mother's throats is particularly poignant, highlighting the personal toll that oppressive systems take on individuals and families. The final lines speak of the cycle of self-deception that perpetuates these systems where, instead of working towards true change, people are content with feeding their own desires and turning to dust in the process.
Overall, "The Blight" is a powerful commentary on the dangers of blindly following those who claim to have the answers to our problems. It urges us to look beyond the surface level charms and promises and to hold those in power accountable for their actions and the impact they have on society.
Line by Line Meaning
Golden promises of tomorrow
Empty assurances of a better future
Of days without any sorrow
A life free of pain and sadness
With one hand you hold your mask
You pretend to be someone you're not
And with the other
While simultaneously
You wave from your booth
You project an image of success and authority
The crowd is gathered here for your truth
People are listening to you for guidance and wisdom
And you speak the sweetest poison
You charm and deceive others with your words
As you claim the fame
You seek attention and recognition
Now that you took all you could
You have exploited every resource
Black clouds overshadow us
Your actions have consequences
While you climb to your
As you ascend to your
Mansion in the sky
Your lofty and unattainable goals
The blight
Your presence has caused destruction and decay
No light shines upon the ground
You have plunged the world into darkness
You, our prophet of revolution
You were once seen as a beacon of change
Have been unmasked
Your true intentions and character have been revealed
I feel this world suffocating
The world is choking on your influence
Your hands on mothers' throats
Your actions harm those who are vulnerable
And we walk these barren lands
We are left to suffer in a wasteland
Sowing the seeds that give birth
Planting the ideas that lead to
To new self-deception
The perpetuation of falsehoods and illusions
That's the only thing that will thrive now
In this world you've created, deceit is the only way to survive
Our father of devolution you are
You are the leader of our descent into chaos
You fed your lust we turn to dust
Your selfish desires have destroyed us
You fed your lust and we turn to
Your greed has led to our downfall
You fed your lust and now return to dust
Your indulgences will be your undoing
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Arttu Korppivuori
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