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Boschian
03:41
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It's four and it's dusk and it's glowing
Decrepit bathtiles of marbled remains
Mother of all
We stitched you together
Rubble and cloth
Bleeding hand of a child
Bullet still stuck in the flesh
Lockjaw, no laughter is heard
Defined in eternity by dents in the helmets
Where torches of lard burn
Screaming bodies dive into hell
Wretched country of night
Fire sucked in by the sky
Yet I endless yearn for you
Dead and obscene
As if you've travelled all this way
To come out again on the crumbling side
Shelter or death in a ditch
Disorderly rows
Faint ghosts surrounded by graves
Paper thin concrete boxes
Bones burn with the coal
Soot drowns out the cries
Grey sunken sunflowers
Light seeps through the cracks
Through the endless weight of acrid lead paint
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2. |
Leaving UDH
03:17
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Black and white dreams come true
Even when you are asleep and hoping
It's space compacted in between mountains
Quiet fog blankets startled shouts
It's lying on the right side
Cannot turn under the weight of distance yet to be traversed
Unassembled body parts
Forgotten
Stomped into the dust
The trains heartbeat has stopped
Demolished
Entombed in a grey concrete block
Silent steps and eternal returns
Could've drowned in the quiet
In the hollowed out nothing
In the shaking
In the grey whispered morning
In the single light
Amongst the blue shadows
In the static fog
Crushed underneath clouds
The trains heartbeat has stopped
Abandoned
Entombed in a grey concrete block
Left out to dry in the snow
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3. |
OPN
03:57
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Mercurial, he prays to Neptune
Mistaken, messed up the gods names
As the devourer stumbles
Scratching nails across black walls
Lungs drowning in soot
Teeth rotten mouth bleeding
Insomniac creator
Peeks under his bed
Looking for a way to squash out the existence
The universe as his haunted house
The shining lights show no path home
This doesn't end well
This doesn't end
So let us gnaw on ribs
Wind freezing the tears
Have you seen so much night
That you've doubted you could see at all
He wasn't there
And he's left the woods
The south is dirty, forgotten
And it all rushes back
Encroaching on flickers
Of life near the roads
Encroaching on flickers
Of life in the ruins
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4. |
Updated Storm
02:52
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Dreamt of a blue sky
Got a yellow wall
Cavernous living
In tuberculosis wards
Two teeth fell out
And too lazy to suicide
Drunken plumber
Amidst the sea salt
The gusts
The weathered bricks
Worlds guts have leaked
And there is nothing to fix
Broken the windows
And stole all the air
Stumbled and cursed
The blood on the earth
It's a storm in the glass in the shaking hand
Smoke mixed with noise and it's scattered by wind
The strings of the puppet have thinned out
Along with the world
The world has thinned out
The world had thinned out
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5. |
Of Death (Yellow)
04:12
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Hours and miles knocking on the door
Sweat gnawing on the soul
Struggling and choked and the teeth falling out
Run into broken perspectives
Hours and miles knocking on the door
Sweat gnawing on the soul
Struggling and choked and the eyes falling out
Run into broken perspectives
Hours and miles knocking on the door
Sweat gnawing on the soul
Struggling and choked and the teeth falling out
Run into broken perspectives
Spilling paint on the sand
Girl blowing balloons
In the endless scorched sea
Shot in the guts
Break a leg
Hell, break both fucking legs
Under a blistered sky
Under an fictitious tree
Under a dying melting clock
Splayed out between the bed posts
Keep cutting the faint bastards down
Keep cutting the faint bastards down
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6. |
Filth
03:26
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Flattened and dead
It's finally washing away
Reflected, transformed
Give me back my red sand
Poisoned river
Rotting sea
Ship ran aground
Blurred foul air
Phone off the fucking hook
Iron lung collapsing
Night exploding at the bridge
Chapel built on top of corpses
And any dreams you do have
Seem ragged at the edges
Gnawed on, incomplete
Run to the yellowing lights
Into street after street
Feel every breath
green shadow of the overpass
Granite dust in the eyes
Black statue in a cage
Burnt by the travelling sun
As bad dreams float in the sink
And nightmares clutch the skin
Breaking open cracking walls
Stay and stop
In every language implored
Collapsing wave escapes
Mangled scream out of time
And any dreams you do have
Seem ragged at the edges
Gnawed on, incomplete
Run to the yellowing lights
Into street after street
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7. |
Premonitions (In Grey)
04:43
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Arranged such a nice war
A tunnel full of blood and darkness
A passport to Hades
Right round the corner
Little houses of fire
In little towns of fire
Slaughterhouse stink of blood and decay
Perfidious and bellicose
Just the trams are different
One phone call will collapse
Great towers of no purpose
Could we send a telegram
Lay down some basic rules
And if we take a wrong route to the hospital
Just shoot them in the head
The lights are going out all over
We shant see them lit again
Shattered tangle of flesh and bone
His brain laid open, half his body paralysed
Sleep on the ground, half-dead from fatigue
Blood-soaked stretchers
Against which one stumbles in the dark
Communication trenches
Have swallowed them up
Grind to powder our hearts
Ochre graveyard in the sun
Melting asphalt cuts a path
Three years later
I'll see victory in your skull
A graying heap
Of hideous shape
Patience and toil
Will not prevail
The great night of time descending
Oh, nightingale of carnage
I ask you to bear witness
To my unconscious state
Just the trams are different
One phone call will collapse
Great towers of no purpose
Could we send a telegram
Lay down some basic rules
And if we take a wrong route to the hospital
Just shoot them in the head
The lights are going out all over
We shant see them lit again
Will I live to hear
The voice of god descend?
Before long a fiery sword will probably appear in the sky
Risking the same explosions of firedamp
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8. |
Jack
04:08
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On this anniversary
I'd like to contemplate
Vulnerability
Handling complex tasks
Disorganisation
Both sides of the coin covered in spit
So little knowledge
Sealed in with the rush of predictions
And in these trying times
Facing the grave
So little time to ponder the questions
But broken memory might make them go away
Relentless confusion
Spatial visual starvation
Communicating the boredom
Stare right into the eye
Bloodshot and drooping
Pose for the camera
Not sure, but I think I've been to hell and back
But right now
Jack how the fuck do I open PDF
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9. |
Letters to an Admiral
03:33
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In the cold gray granite
Of a city choked at birth
As the first snow flurries
Hit the hair thin ice
As it froze up at the mountaintop
As it stumbled on the cracked lakes
Stars slowly fell
As the wind howled in the abyss
A fireworks display across the night
Burning skies in total silence
Spectacle of views
Faintest light and softest breath
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10. |
Returnal Jetlag
03:36
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Matches burning on the sea
Starry ships in the night
Jet engines silhouette
Sneaking drinks on the plane
Hoping it all doesnt crash down
Is it worthy of a dream?
Lost between the ravens heads
Landscapes of eternal winter
Everything creaking and crumbling
And time is slippery wet
Careful with that alarm clock
The sound's just like a bullet to the head
Is it worthy of a song?
The unfamiliar bed
The throbbing pounding pain
The rude awakening
Pry apart the eyelids
Pry apart the bottle of pills
Pry apart the pocket watch
Dial in the timezone country code
Postal index permutations
Are they worthy of a song?
Wake up again
Stochastically located
Fumbling for the camera
Is it worthy of a postcard?
Buy an orchid
Break the world in two
Is it worthy of a phonecall?
Split along the sunrise line
Switching languages in dreams
Slowly becoming one with a void of sleep
Just defined by negative space
I'm defined by negative space
Is it worth a second visit?
Is it worth a return ticket
Is it worthy of a memory
Is it worthy of a story
Is it worth something
Is it worth the jet lag?
Is it worth the jet lag?
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11. |
Inner Dark Pooling
04:03
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Inner dark pooling
Of congealed blood
Rusted scissors
In dancing plastic rooms
In creaky dusty forms
A low moan no compassion
A steel spiderweb
Breaks and
Falls down as a distraction
You forgot to cut off your second face
I would prefer to sleep
And suffocate
Soporific desiccation
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12. |
Gaussgrave
03:38
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Where goest thou
The vapour and the light
Between the mudfields and the lakes
Snuggled away
Hidden from view
Drop a penny on the tombstone
Empty the wallet while rushing to dream
These constructs had meaning
But now it's just waiting
Sterling clear ice
Blackened ice
Spilling wine on an empty train
In search of eternal principles cadavers
Yet no announcements made
Nothing to look for in the hereafter
Thanks to you I'm so thin
The skin slides from my fingertips
A low buzz
Divides my sleep
Coughing up black water
Praying something ends
Looking to the west
Across the withered fields
Until no tears left to shed
Oh to be a drunken priest
Preaching truths
And stumbling adoration
In a sickly country
Spilling wine on a cancelled train
In search of eternal principles cadavers
Divine dead statues stand
No riddles no caretakers
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Kunstmord город Санкт Петербург, Russian Federation
Solo experimental gloom [rock] project. My other more abstract/instrumental output can be found here: theexoticsphere.bandcamp.com
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