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Le Noir Officiellement Pur

by Kunstmord

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1.
Boschian 03:41
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
2.
Leaving UDH 03:17
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
3.
OPN 03:57
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
Filth 03:26
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
7.
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
8.
Jack 04:08
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
9.
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
10.
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?
11.
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
12.
Gaussgrave 03:38
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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Made with guitar, fretless guitar, fretless bass guitar, kalimba, piano, loudspeakers, one-string tincan violin from Egypt, field recordings (Saint-Petersburg, Milan, Helsinki), various percussion objects, software and hardware synths, creaky floors.

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released September 10, 2021

Georgii Oblapenko – instruments, recording, production
Dmitrii Antropov – synth on “Premonition (in Grey)”
Velimira Antropova – vocals on “Updated Storm”
Viktor Evstratov – gong on “Filth”
Ilya Fominikh – drums on “Of Death (Yellow)”, “Filth”
Eugene Kitaev – noise guitar on “Of Death (Yellow)”
Dmitrii Shubin – provider of piano and recording space

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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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