by Reason To Care




01. I Wrote A Note
02. Dream
03. Fading
04. Still In A Daze
05. Sad Landscapes
06. Labyrinthine World
07. Teardrop Sea
08. Midnight
09. Arrows
10. The Shell
11. Dear Mother


The journey of the fourteen-year-old Evyn begins as he gets strongly pulled into the distance by an unknown force. The boy lost his primary caregiver by the disappearance of his brother three years ago. So it is not hard for him to spontaneously leave the city to follow the winsome force. He grabs his patchwork blanket, which his brother gave him for his ninth birthday just before he turns his back on his home. The blanket will be his only companion on his journey and it’s going to help Evyn to withstand all difficult situations.

Various phenomena guide Evyn to different places. Among many positive experiences the boy is also faced with social and political grievances. He is youthful and naive but always courageous and critical – always searching for answers and solutions. Evyn is growing with every stage of his journey.

In one of the first chapters the boy reaches a coastal town with a cruel and absurd tradition. Hundreds of pilot whales get slaughtered in a festive atmosphere and he can‘t believe his eyes as he sees that even children participate. Evyn is shocked and his feet get tied to the ground while the bay turns blood-red. The merciless procedure of the villagers towards the peaceful and defenseless whales disappoints him deeply. He tries to make eye contact with every single person and raises his voice with the words of his lost brother: „They are one of a kind! Like every you and me“ (Dear Liv Ivy)

In another chapter Evyn arrives in Homs, a city in a remote desert country where he learns to enjoy the simple things in life. A family accommodates him for a few days and Evyn is overwhelmed by their hospitality. The boy draws comparisons to the life he knew by then and learns to appreciate small things. He‘s fine with having some food, water, a place to sleep and a familiar surrounding. On the fourth night after his arrival the son of the family gets seriously injured through a bomb blast… this is the first time Evyn gets in touch with the injustice and the relentlessness of war.

Evyn wants to stay in Homs to lend the family a helping hand but he is kind of forced to leave the town to find his destination. The journey goes on and on – sometimes hasty, now and then weary, often melancholic and thoughtful but always exciting yet instructive.

At the end of his journey Evyn reaches an old village close to the sea. He enjoys the scenery but he’s still no idea of what could have taken him so far into the distance. All signs are slowly fading. Evyn considers himself to be at his destination not knowing that his brother is nearby…


released 30 October 2013

music and lyrics written by Reason To Care
recorded, mixed and mastered by Jan / Hidden Planet Studio, Berlin
guest vocals on Sad Landscapes by Andrez/No Omega
guest vocals on Teardrop Sea by Louis/Crowns & Thieves
please note: temporary cover



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Track Name: Sad Landscapes
I am still gazing into the distance and my view settles down at the horizon line. All of a sudden I am able to recall shapes of a person trespassing the field of my vision. The person draws closer and the film fades out. My hands slide into the pockets of my jeans to explore the depths. I am left in disbelief as my left hand brings a small parcel wrapped in an old newspaper to light. Impatiently, I try to unwrap the bundle but it takes a while as I lost control over my hands trembling in excitement. (Just) in the next moment a tiny pendant drops out of the paper into the palm of my hand. It’s a little whale, disappearing in my pocket again. Desperately, I try to forget the bundle but it will take a while. The scenes of yesterday are still spinning inside my head. Just like a humming-top, spinning and spinning. They'll spin forever. On the edge to throw the newspaper away a photo attracts my attention. It’s the sea again. But where’s all the shiny blue? My eyes run over the text to reach another photo. I am confused. It’s black which shimmers at the surface and I can discover how the white light of the sun gets split into all colors of the rainbow. Oh, how they lie pretending a life of ease. The photos should have been printed in greyscale! The black mass ties every single soul to the ground. Featherweight turns heavyweight. ...and there's no escape. I think we're guilty. I know we are guilty! ...and there's no escape. Yes we're guilty of building sad landscapes. We’re taking the air to fly. We’re taking the water to swim. We’re taking the soil to grow. We’re ending lives. Birds should fly sky-high, shouldn’t they? …and fishes should dive deep, to peacefully fall asleep!
Track Name: Teardrop Sea
The firmament turns black that is in love with indigo and violet. These need to be the Northern Lights of the Middle East. The colors change so beautifully. I'd like to send a satellite to bring them down to me. I'd save them in a glass to show everyone how heavenly life can be. It's Friday night and I recall the day in my dreams. I remember the powerful and vibrant scenes. Even my blanket was waving in the wind – it plead for peace. The kids took me to school to paint the walls ...we ran away (and) we escaped luckily. Something's interrupting the ease and it drags me out of my daydream. I am sure that it's no thunderstorm but it scares me even more. We gather in the kitchen – a few hearts might be braver than one. Who send all these falling stars? I used to love them but this time it feels unwell. The walls burst into pieces and millions of little comets hurtle through the air. There's no shelter – no place to go. The ashes fall to ground like blackened snow. There's no shelter – no place to hide. I remember the day they told me how his sister died. We managed to get down to the moonlit streets and now I am facing them in a gloomy scene. He's losing balance. He's losing grip and he drops down to his knees. He holds him tight –they are sinking together – they're drowning in the tide of the teardrop sea. He lays his ear on the pale chest to travel inside. The young heart stopped beating. The little hero has gone. My new friend and his sun. They've sent him to the never ending night.