Rick Smith and Karl Hyde are two true godfathers of electronic music. From the time of their early stint as the atmospheric band Freur, through the driving electronic advent of and sonic world takeover by Freur’s sequel, Underworld, Smith and Hyde have consistently found ways to crush any limits to their creativity.

Yet, both realized a while back that being rockstars alone wasn’t going to lead them to creative liberty and financial independence. So the duo figured out a way to be able to create the art they wanted to make, and get paid well for it. They did this by joining an art collective media company called Tomato. Smith and Hyde now regularly contribute their creations to the agency which, in turn, then blends the music with video and other media to be used in commercials for companies like Nike, Adidas and others.

“At Tomato, we make things because we need to make them, whether it’s film, sound, sculpture, or whatever,” explains Smith. “With Tomato, our completed personal work is taken and then used to sell a product or something, or to make a video for Underworld. It’s really just a way in which that purely personal work is used, really.

And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones to start
To mould a new reality
Closer to the heart

The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
Forge their creativity
Closer to the heart

Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart

You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart

esta imagen esta dedicada a felipe un gran amigo.

It didn’t take me very long to figure out that he was different from all the
other kids in school.
But I didn’t know he had spiders in his brain...

No, I don’t remember when I first heard these sounds in my head, my head.
At first they weren’t so bad.
But now they’re driving me insane –
it’s bad, so sad and it’s driving me mad, me mad.
C’mon, it can be so bad...
...I keep telling myself – c’mon, c’mon, hold on!
Have some tea and let the strain go away.

(bridge)
No, I can’t explain the pain inside my brain.
Oh, my head is cracking up. Every day is the same.
No, I can’t restrain the pain inside my brain.
Oh, my head is bursting open. Every day is the same.
I got spiders in my brain.

(refrain)
Spiders in my brain are driving me insane.
Spiders in my brain are driving me insane in the membrane...
...in the membrane...in the membrane...in the membrane.

I went to the doctors and I went to a priest.
I talked to my mother, my father, to the bird and the bees.
They said c’mon, c’mon, hold on it can’t be so bad.
I got a headache in the morning and when I got to bed.
Oh yeah, it’s driving me insane, insane.
I feel the spiders tapping on my brain.
I keep telling myself, c’mon, c’mon, hold on!
Have some pills and let the pain go away.

(bridge)

(refrain)

Music by Ken Steen & Holger Schuhmann
Lyrics by Ken Steen

Noche en Londres, besos furtivos
tal vez sois como niños
tal vez ya descubrís juegos prohibidos
y hartos de luna, sentís
por vez primera soledad.

Buscáis la flor del frío
voláis lejos de aquí
soñáis, hurgando en el dolor
llorais con la flor del frio

En esa casa de Camden Town
viven dos clandestinos al acecho del amor
¡son esos dos!
señalaban los gobiernos
con la misma mano del crimen
que hoy os da el perdón.

Vuestros versos ya no importan
y no importa quién fue quién
una lápida al escándalo
y esa sólida pared en Camden Town.

Buscáis la flor del frío
voláis lejos de aquí
soñáis huyendo del dolor
y lloráis con la flor del frío.