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One of the earliest interviews of Chris about Lord of the Lost that I’ve found, sources and such at the end, originally in German
Lord
By Pamela Stahl - 6th December 2008
Chris "The Lord" Harms is no longer an unknown entity in the dark and colourful world of the alternative music scene. The former singer of Philiae has already performed on stage with Big Boy and is currently known as the guitarist of the glam rock band The Pleasures, as well as the voice of UnterArt.
But as if all that wasn't enough, multi-talented Lord has now come out with his latest music project of the same name. In an exclusive interview, the musician revealed how Lord was founded, what we can expect from the debut album "Not From This World", as well as the good news that the band will be appearing live on stage for the first time in early January as the support act for Big Boy.
Pamela: Hello Lord. The most important question for you is of course: How are you?
Lord: Oh, I don't think I've ever been asked that in an interview. I usually skip a question like that because nowadays it means nothing more than "hello", but obviously not in this case. So I'm fine, even if I'm very tired this morning.
Pamela: You seem to be a very busy person. Until four years ago you were the singer of Philiae, for a while you supported Big Boy as a guitarist and currently you are known as the voice of UnterArt and as the guitarist of the glam rock band The Pleasures. How and why did you come to form your new project Lord?
Lord: I just had to do something completely my own again. Strictly speaking, this is not my first album of this kind, I made an album under the project name Vagueness in 2004 and 2005, but this time there is a completely different seriousness, conviction and ambition behind it. I think that is what you would call pure passion.
Pamela: Lord was initially intended as a solo project, how and where did you finally find suitable collaborators?
Lord: It was a gradual process. At first I was just looking for a live band. At first I was fascinated by the idea of having an all-girl band around me because it's a great contrast. But then it quickly became much more important to me to have people around me that I respect and have known for a long time. So I didn't cast them or anything like that, they are all friends of mine. I know Class from Just Music, where I always buy my guitars, Sebsta has been tattooing me for many years, Any was a crew member with The Pleasures on tour a lot, and everyone knows Sensai.
Pamela: Your debut album will be called “Not From This World.” What does this title mean to you personally?
Lord: That's the title of the first song I wrote, the unplanned start of this band. It describes the moment of falling in love so madly that you feel like the other person is not from this world. Total helplessness and blindness, fearless surrender. I can only recommend it to everyone ;-)
Pamela: Have you finished working on the album yet? If so, how long did the recordings take in total and how did they go?
Lord: Not quite yet. I still have to sing a lot of songs, Sensai is still working on a few additional guitar add-ons and this evening I'm going back to the studio to see Corvin, who plays piano on a few songs on the album. He's been arranging something on the album outro song "Sooner Or Later" and I'm really excited.
Pamela: You can already listen to two songs on your MySpace page. Both have a noticeably dark and slightly melancholic touch. Does Lord give you the opportunity to write the songs that you couldn't write in the same form with your other bands?
Lord: That's the point. But not only couldn't write them, but especially didn't want to write them, so that the bands remain what they are and what they stand for.
Pamela: Are these two songs and their general mood representative of the entire album, or are there still surprises in store?
Lord: The general tone is a bit harder. The two demos are more of an easy-to-digest fare. Don't expect black metal, but I've listened to Nine Inch Nails and Rammstein for too many years to hold back on the heavy riffs.
Pamela: What else can you tell us about the album at this point? What aspects of the content will it cover and perhaps the most important question: When is it likely to be released?
Lord: I actually managed to put 13 love songs in the broadest sense on one album. That's 100%... I don't know when we can release it. I hope before it gets warm again. I don't want to wait any longer!
Pamela: The music not only sounds dark and atmospheric, but also very emotional. It is reasonable to suspect that many personal experiences and events went into the songwriting. How was it in your case?
Lord: Yes, exclusively. I like to express myself metaphorically or in images, and I package everything in fictional stories, but the lyrics are all an absolute reflection of my emotional world. Musically, I didn't do everything on my own; Sebsta in particular composed a lot.
Pamela: What do you personally expect from a good song?
Lord: It has to convey an emotion in a tangible way, whatever it may be. That's all that matters.
Pamela: When you compose new songs, do you need a certain mood and atmosphere, or are you one of those musicians who get ideas in their sleep, so to speak?
Lord: The latter, sometimes even literally. The songs are just there and I go into the studio and put together a demo, like recording "Knockin' On Heaven's Door", which is just as easy to remember as a guitarist in my generation.
Pamela: What feedback have you received from your colleagues in other bands about your new project? Do they like what you're doing, or aren't they a little worried that you might even quit sooner or later to concentrate fully on Lord?
Lord: Musically they think it's good, more or less, not everyone is into this whining ;-) And of course they're behind me, and I'm behind them, as well as behind all the music I make, and as long as that's the case, nobody needs to be afraid. I don't think that will change any time soon.
Pamela: Compared to the music and your appearance with the Pleasures, Lord represents a contrast that couldn't be more extreme. Do you think that you can appeal to the same audience with Lord as with the Pleasures? Or to put it another way: Could it be that your existing fan base, who see you as the slightly offbeat and always colourful guitarist, is a little frightened by your new serious, almost serious image?
Lord: I don't think the difference is that drastic. A drastic difference would be if I had a death metal and an RnB band. In addition to my offbeat existence as a colourful diva, I have always represented a darker side with the Pleasures, which most fans know, both visually and musically. I don't think most people will be frightened, but it will certainly happen in isolated cases. I have to live with that, you can't please everyone, and I won't try to.
Pamela: Which image is more appropriate for the private Lord? The oddball a la The Pleasures, or the thoughtful person with a penchant for sentimentality?
Lord: Somehow both, but basically the latter.
Pamela: How did you come up with the idea of calling yourself Lord? Sure, the band is called Lord because you are "The Lord". But how did you come up with that name for yourself?
Lord: That was my ex-girlfriend. I had the weird nickname Vivian back then, but that's another story. That was a bit too silly for me, and I said to her that I would like to have something in front of it for The Pleasures that somehow suits me. She then mentioned "Lord", and that was it.
Pamela: Was there a personal key experience that motivated you to become a musician? Or how else did you come up with the idea of becoming a musician?
Lord: Several. Two decisive ones. My first concert on my mother's lap, I was 3 years old. Two years later I started learning the cello of my own volition. And later my first concerts by Die Ärzte. That's when I felt I had to get on stage!
Pamela: Not only is this interview coming to an end, but so is the year 2008. What was your best experience in 2008 as a musician and personally?
Lord: The UK tour with The Pleasures was a highlight. Personally, definitely my trip to Las Vegas and the unique experience of a “wedding drive-thru”.
Pamela: Were there any negative events this year?
Lord: Yes. But that was so annoying that I don’t even want to think about it anymore and would rather just ignore the topic of “former The Pleasures drummer”.
Pamela: Then a cautious look into the future. What can we expect from you in the coming year? What concrete plans do you have? And when are Lord's first live dates likely to take place?
Lord: Release the album, start on the next Lord album... and very importantly, on January 15th and 16th Lord will be on stage live for the first time, as the opening act for Big Boy, in Kiel and Schwerin!!
Pamela: Thank you very much for this interview and I wish you much success - with all your bands, of course.
Have you been able to find the booklet or any lyric information for Philiae’s Scapegod? I’ve been working on transcribing the lyrics manually but some are tough
Hey! I did not find the actual booklet (as of yet at least) but I did find the lyrics from an official source (their official now defunct website circa 2004), some of them are missing certain stuff, like repetition, background words etc, but with having these in general you can fill in the blanks really easily when listening, I hope this helps! I'll update this if I find the proper booklet <3
Putting under the cut the lyrics copied exactly as they are on the site:
1. GOLDEN GOD what do you think we come around what do you think | you hear that sound what do you think | how do you think to use the nose what do you think | how do you like to overdose the missing link | what do you think i justify myself and i | i’m not that guy what do you think i love that lie | how do you think i try to deny what about you | i’m like a bitch i’m like a queen how do you do? || they always take a lot of what they give: drugs | i’m on… || what does it mean to be a drug what does it mean | it was the inc. that called it rock your slates ain’t clean | the jesus freak that called his dad the G.O.D. | he is a product that I call S.H.I.T. ||
2. FOR THE DECEASED all proud and pretty people | how mouldy can you get? | when the son breastfeeds the daughter there’s mud inside the bed | with flowers on his back he’s trying to feed the death | hides the hickeys on his neck | the blood it tastes like ash | ”didn’t it?” | all their warm and slender bodies | filled with a cold and lonely soul | wanted the white and spooncooked love | to crawl inside another hole | they never ever understand | what by “sacrifice“ is meant | and searched theirselves inside a kiss to repress that they live | “I bet right now: you don’t know if you wanna kill me - or fuck me! i wish i could believe | we go to a better place | but science has damned my innocence | and now I damn your faith” | splinters of assurance | strong enough to devastate | see i’ve to discover they’re not strong enough to free our hate | whatever’s lost is found today | tomorrow's dreams assimilate | an empty crib of burning hay | no more the need to medicate | delete the ground under their feet | to reveal what lies beneath | the guilty one dies on his knees | the head in hope, the heart deceased | we’ll never die | it’s already done | we’ll never cry | for the deceased son
3. HATEGRENADE fuck revolte and fuck anti | fuck your life, fuck suicide | fuck the pope but fuck divine | fuck your judgement, fuck your lies |fuck religion, priests and fate | fuck suppression, fuck constraint | fuck real love and fuck blind hate | fuck this song, fuck hategrenade | fuck the holy, fuck them hard | fuck you satan, fuck you god | fuck the fraud and fuck the truth | fuck the me and fuck the you | fuck the vice, I rape to fuck | in my heaven is no god | fuck the people’s hollow soul | fuck sex and drugs and rock n roll || doors down, fuck you | born into this world tonight | hate | the last innocent child || I made my sins but are they just seven? I tried to resist, o lord I can’t stand them | oh no I can’t oh no I can’t stand them | I’m trying, I’m craving, I’m praying for heaven || learn to hate | hategrenade | learn to hate
4. CRUCIFIXION DAY someday i’ll escape to space | searching for a bitter place | someday i will find a way stop breathing your nonsense all night all day | even blind apes can see | i’m already dead and already free | all the hollows are taught to be to be deceased and dead as me | the “lie“ in beLIEve may save you from your selfmade hell | someday i’ll give the startshot for the last hour | maybe today, maybe right now | the taste of faith is not enough to swallow | rest in pieces in your WTC’s | finally god wasn’t true | see the elected dying with you || see the stars | refuse so hard | they deny the descent of god || slaves give birth to slaves again in your beautiful “master & servant“ world | cut your teenage wrist to end your subhuman creature sustaining world || in today’s tomorrow is no god | morning has come | it’s already day | the sun feels numb | he’s not on his way | on the black grass | dead bodies shot | where are the stars now | where is my god?
5. SCAPEGOD the exit flag is furled | the clock counts five to twelve | the baptized son in a hater’s world | is never strong enough to keep it well unfurled | we laid down when there was nothing left to scar in our childish-discouraged hearts | one day we fold our hands to pray unto || the exit flag is furled | the clock counts twelve | to hate this world | to kill ourselves | the scapegod flag is… || “father what have i become, the hate i feel is almost fun!“ | we were right when we were singing songs of love about a world high up above | the real and true below was never enough | could never be enough | homogenicly raised to score and fit | our strangled soul had enough of it | now we just don’t give a shit || all heil, now it’s furled | for a wretched scapegod world | pure silk all soaked with dirt | the scapegod flag is… || we live fast and we die young | we torture and suffer on our run | this is what we all deserve | legal through the barrel of a gun | we live high, we’re on the trip | we’re the scum of adam’s rib | we commit suicide or assassination | we’re dying to breath salvation | the hate I feel is almost fun || fuck you!
6. FOR THE BELOVED this feeling hurts like hell | it’s almost physical | cause rationality is too vulnerable | who sees goes blind | who gives is bleeding | who loves will find || we’re dry like biblepages | hollow like a soul | billions of white coloured cases | there is no tomorrow || don’t think i feel | don’t think i’m real | i walk through decayed crowds | masses of moaning vacuum holes | automatic and cold | death remote controlled | leave me in emptyness | i’m beyond and love is dead | and love is dead || we’re dry like biblepages | till eden isn’t shown | billions of white coloured cases | tomorrow i’m alone | memories are crossing my way | like shooting stars in a dead white ray | reattached emotions and reflexions | of the past lessons | i see masses of slaves (but no master) | i feel infinite hate (but no ventile) | i got boundless love without an aim | but to make me feel || you set the needle | i know you needed me | i regard reality stealing the content of my fantasies | this song means nothing more | than a dream about one love | that lets me cry for someone | for the frail and scarred | this song means nothing more | than a dream about one love | that lets me cry for someone | for the beloved
7. BEAUTIFUL LIE || cause i’m a liar there’s no desire | a lie | there is no fate | yes, no, right, wrong || we are so fresh | so very clean | swallowing all secretions | and licking all our queens | yes, no, right and wrong || we’re only well | when somebody’s god | only having fun | when somebody’s not | yes, no, right and wrong || there’s no fate in our direction | just the will of an erection ||
8. WHITE SUN you taught me not to feel and how to see all the shadows in my truth | how could I’ve done it cause you knew it’s all so relative when you want it absolute | love’s an insect dying in slo-mo | recycled and remote controlled | inserting ‘bout a thousand hands to create a feedback in the soul || I’m like a million and you, you are just like one | I loved a spitting image resigned to your white sun || we are waiting to die some day but we are not yet on the way | a million points of view through hours like delays | i love you, i wish i could explain that i hate you anyway | there’s nothing left to take from me | not even the fucking – responsibility || hate myself for loving you | love myself for hating you | i’m like a million and you’re just like one
9. FOR THE HOLLOW come on | in times we wrote these words we were living like you yet | if you ever read these lines we’re still but already dead | we always tried to avoid responsibility and guilt | but now we’re getting on top of it | on the top of it || when I’m not your favorite model on the covers | then I’m the untrue virgin denying lovers || what was the eden tree without the snake | what was jesus without pilate? It’s just this death we live it’s just what we create | we always tried to avoid responsibility and dead white lines | cause the world she whispered “give it to me like it was for the last time!” || I’m not your face of indifference to the others | if you need a scapegoat you blame on one another | if we need a satan we just blame it on us | if we need a god we just pray to us |
10. SEVEN MILE PLATEAUX what comes behind the end | is it numb like under the sea when the whole world gets undone | the scratched mirror jaw cries to overthrow | gain the steeples | sweat the pills | revive your own jane doe | on a seven mile plateaux || never kill the world for you | tumbling puppets in a row | i don’t care, i’m walking on my seven mile plateaux | never kill the world for you | push the maggots in their hole | i don’t care, i’m walking on my seven mile plateaux || when we are feeling fine we sell you our believe | when we are feeling bad we push you on your knees | before you fainted through your nostrils i saw god | the crucifix is turning to the pain you had ignored | you’re feeling so adored || never kill the world for you | keep on walking on my seven mile plateaux ||
11. PLEXUS the wasted generation is the right complication for the righteous swollen men | rule the roost away | refuse the nerves and cut them to sway in the wind of pollen strands | never try to escape | never try to be great || yeah motherfucker you‘re nothing to me | trying to be satanic? | trying to be the new christ? | you got a mind to hate but a heart to feel | as long as you’re mechanical it ain’t alright || billionaires corrupting nations | brats bored on vacation | love statistic’s low and down | devil versus adonai | begging for my decay | i’m the king without the divine crown || yeah motherfucker you’re nothing | instead of loving you | they will cut your head off | instead of crowning you | they will push your ass down ||
12. SCARRED TEENAGE WRIST i saw a black rose in the garden | her sight gave me the creeps | although i cut her stalk | she pricked my heart and cracked | today i lie to you | tomorrow you will die for me | yes i had an unrequited love | but that’s not everything about me || can’t you see | this is me | i’m signing the contract with the enemy | can’t you see | the unguilty boy i’ve been | i’m signing the contract with the enemy || from his eyes like a shot | with a smile and hard as hell | he forced me to recognize | the begetting was a sacrifice | today i lie to you | tomorrow you will die for me | no i don’t know much about my father | but that’s not everything about me || today i lie to you | tomorrow you’ll die for me | may i’ll make a deceitful decision | today i lie to you | tomorrow you’ll die for me | would you even understand | what i’ve been elected to? ||
Some weeks ago I had done doodle requests on Instagram and this was one of them, I loved it so much still so I gave it some additional touches and colors so now I’m posting it here :)
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