1. |
No Cure
04:19
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Low blow
Now you’re non-human
Working particle.
Chew on,
Chew on this Big Fat
Dividing Capital.
You know,
Free cheese – only on a mousetrap,
Which yields to reptilian skin.
No time to buy a new house cat –
Rodents are in.
Your own hands lost trust in you,
You know there’s no cure, no cure.
Romanticism doesn’t work
And there is no cure, no cure.
Introducing
Your new slimy feet
And crawling
Day regime.
Fever,
Anatomical shift
From the butcher
To a dish.
Free cheese – only on a mousetrap,
Which yields to reptilian skin.
No time to buy a new house cat –
Rodents are in.
There are many of us inside this glass,
But there is no cure, no cure.
Paint your Eden with travel ads,
There is no cure, no cure.
Forever leaking, always broke
Never squeaking, butt of the joke.
Forever leaking, always broke
No cure, no cure heals your trouble!
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2. |
On The Loop (Again)
05:33
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Three oceans high as I flawlessly ride on the Loop.
My eyes keep gliding this Sisyphean tide on the Loop.
No longer mine, my fate resides
And binds me till the day I die to the Loop.
The stone is loose, call for the truce
Between the cycle and everything you choose in the Loop.
Mind and body will ride this Sisyphean tide on the Loop.
With a mouth open wide and the teeth sharp, shinning of the Loop.
Everything’s the same but in a different way in the Loop.
Bed down in the sheets made of cycling sheep caught in a Loop.
Once I lay down on this unfamiliar ground
The Loop comes around and grabs me by my neck.
Again and again and again and again and again…
Just another subject, just another sheep
That’s supposed to live in this Tantalus’ dream
On the Loop.
Mind and body will ride this Sisyphean tide on the Loop.
With a mouth open wide and the teeth sharp, shinning of the Loop.
Everything’s the same but in a different way in the Loop.
Bed down in the sheets made of cycling sheep caught in a Loop.
Mind and body will ride this Sisyphean tide on the Loop.
With a mouth open wide and the teeth sharp, shinning of the Loop.
Everything’s the same but in a different way in the Loop.
Bed down in the sheets made of cycling sheep caught in a Loop.
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3. |
A History Of Violence
05:28
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This ferocious composition of this thoughtless inquisition
Is the mother of tears and the father of the violence.
The main sin of wellbeing is the fear of leaving.
House filled with silence.
Devil’s sitting on my soul when I’m…
Devil’s sitting on my soul when I’m home (when I’m home).
So afraid of letting go of your…
So afraid of letting go of your own (of your own).
When I’m right I’m the devil
And I ought to never be wrong.
When I’m right I’m the Devil
And I ought to never be wrong.
No claws or wicked tail –
What a man a devil makes in me.
I’ve walked across the desert pale
But I’m the upper man today (I’m the upper man today).
When I’m right I’m the devil
And I ought to never be wrong.
When I’m right I’m the Devil
And I ought to never be wrong.
These legs will share no load of these twenty pounds of clothes for which
Your hands have become so worn and you are solemnly bold, you’re solemnly bold.
These legs will share no load of these twenty pounds of clothes for which
My hands have become so worn and I am solemnly bold, I’m solemnly bold.
These legs will share no load of these twenty pounds of clothes for which
Our hands have become so worn and we are solemnly bold, we’re solemnly bold.
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4. |
KAMANA
03:18
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Oh is it fever, is it black KAMANA?
Bitten by these lacking face piranhas.
Is it holy or is that a hole? Is there a lot and left alone?
Oh is it fever, is it black KAMANA?
Asking me of killing my own manners.
Crawling over human soul, bashing heads and ripping clothes.
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5. |
The Manifest
06:45
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Light beam shooting straight across the sky,
Come land into my pocket behind these petty eyes.
Mother’s scream won’t make me pay no mind,
I’ve sold my mystery, righteous ethnicity.
No point in waiting for this self-inflicted bigotry –
This disturbance of peace, disturbance of peace.
Phantom seeds are the greatest enemies you’ll meet.
They’ll steal your self-esteem, leave you in your bare feet.
No point in waiting for this self-inflicted bigotry –
This disturbance of peace, disturbance of peace.
And the winds will howl –
Desperate to live and to be.
Like a dog on a leash,
Carry me to Himalayas.
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6. |
Lynx
04:22
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Lights approached, all the lights approached
For the newly surfaced soul.
Up the ladder it goes on the quest to conquer all
Of the bees on this tree with already fallen leaves.
Unforgiving!
You were born as a baby, ended up as a crazy –
From the moth to the flame, from the flame to a broke.
Now cruise with a vision of this senseless precision,
Through the claws of another wild one.
Lynx!
Four new feet, thickened fur ‘round the knees –
Just a few pros for the absentee.
You can eat your trouble with a golden spoon,
Now everything you get is gold to you.
You can pass trough the thrills and pass through the clouds
After all, there are many forms of truth.
Been a piece of the puzzle, piece of the puzzle,
Now a piece which is whole.
Been a piece of the puzzle, piece of the puzzle,
Now a piece which is whole. (Piece which is whole!)
Fill in the blanks with the will in your hands,
This is inconsequential.
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7. |
AF/No Shame
02:28
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I’m the butter on a French toast,
I’m layin’ back on a working day –
All guilty pleasurous ways.
I am John Coltrane
For everyone on these Ryanair planes.
No shame.
Let me show you the way…
I’ll spin you, skin you, forever fill you –
Two notes from the broken amp tube.
Sweet glue.
I’ll paint you, make you, rearrange you,
Stick you together blue.
This is self-made glue.
Let me show you the way…
I’ll show you the way to love yourself
And pour some sugar on this gritty bleaky concrete.
Let me show you the way…
I’ll show you the way to love yourself
And pour some sugar on this gritty bleaky concrete.
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8. |
Green Machine
06:00
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Green Machine, Black Medicine,
Green Machine, Black Medicine.
I can stop the blade cutting thy corporate veins,
I can stop the blade cutting thy corporate veins.
Once the Black liquid fills and cracks them bones
Green Machine will whisper “Let them go”.
You could do what you want to do if you did just all that you want,
You could do what you want to do if you did just all that you want.
I can stop the blade cutting thy corporate veins.
Lost, ashamed, boxed and framed – become humane.
Academic problematics, anxiousness and enigmatics.
Bittersweet but still this oval, blackened pill!
You could do what you want to do if you did just all that you want,
You could do what you want to do if you did just all that you want.
You could do what you want to do if you did just all that you want.
You could do what you want to do if you did just all that you want.
Seeking the distance against the odds of living,
Green Machine surrounds, Green Machine Surrounds.
Aboriginal songs for The Great Black Dawn –
Green Machine is lasting, Green Machine is lasting.
You could do what you want to do if you did just all that you want.
You could do what you want to do!
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blank Vilnius, Lithuania
Lithuanian five-piece formed in 2017 after the frontman Donatas Jarutis released a solo debut EP by the name of
"5".
Taking a fresh direction of post-punk and art-rock blank has been playing all around Lithuania in stages both big and small, featuring in such notable events as FiDi, Novus Music Incubator, Capital Days and other music festivals – both DIY and professional ones.
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