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Strange days
04:43
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Birds of prey sharpen their claws...
Too much powder in ther nozes...
In our lives labs take a browse
on the behalf of great causes.
Guileful the rules over newest craddles
and the system words of course fuddles.
Laughs of my youth I can recall.
Now my dimples are stiffed and all...
We know strange days, somehow crime pays.
We know strange days... Hm, crime pays.
What will you say to them all kiddoes
about coward and obscene poses ?
They will turn into John Does
'cos you sold them to buy your doses...
Behind pother grow tentacles
while our honest sire hackles.
Laughs of your youth you shall recall
'cos you now hear voices through the wall.
We know strange days, somehow crime pays.
We know strange days... Hm, crime pays.
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The binjer
02:55
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Of your blade cold is the metal,
can't help it when your reading's cold
- Clouds gathering but you're grown old :
you know for shure how spirit prawls.
You play the same old song,
you binge and you dog around !
All your companions or so-called
carry burden you should have told,
your demons are back and they growl.
Your will boggles, you brawl...
You play the same old song,
you binge and you dog around !
Lonelyness ain't a hard thing
now that you know how to stay clean.
See your dreams in a dustbin...
Fuck this self-destructive teen !
You play the same old song,
you binge and you dog around !
This is a sabotage of your soul :
it's raw power you blindfold !
Your awakening you withhold,
your ownself you defraud...
You play the same old song,
you binge and you dog around !
A need for silk around your spine,
between the damned and the divine...
This empty vessel needs a sign
to avoid crack, pot, sluts or wine.
You play the same old song,
you binge and you dog around !
All you built is gone blown up :
you're so free, messed it all up...
'Till the last drop shall drink that cup,
Memories you can't sum up.
You play the same old song,
can't you see you're down ?
Binjer...
Stop playin' the same old song,
can't you see you're down ?
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Fangs
04:27
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Wherever it comes from it is deep inside me :
again rings the call of the rope and the tree...
Life appears to be about use and abuse,
in my brain fears are softly burnin' each fuse.
Tell me I'm wrong... Tell me I'm wrong...
Germs of highest hope I do keep in my sight.
What is a vampire who refuses to bite ?
I need to shake my soul so the beast is unleashed.
By your stick in my heart I surely will perish !
Tell me I'm wrong... Tell me I'm wrong.
Love souldn't be a common disgustin' lie :
denied all vows, the will to live is tied...
Can't soften my fangs, I know no magic spell,
I do hunt in the night when fresh blood I smell.
Tell me I'm wrong...
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Set you free
04:38
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Troubles got our story as worms feed on bodies...
Are we worst enemies ?
In front of the sea I miss your company,
I do tell the windblow I need to set you free.
Compared to my tears the ocean's not salty,
I daily prey the earth to bring you back to me...
The more I grow, the less I know,
the bore forces me to let it go.
Becomin' close to me means to end up empty...
Am I a parasite lessee ?
I fight constantly :
love, push away and end up sorry.
Then guilt in my guts forbids recovery :
never knew, won't know where the fuck is the key...
The more I grow, the less I know,
the bore forces me to let it go.
Years are just seconds and my hair goes whity,
need hugs, I flee in drugs and pussies.
While criminals do have kids as they pee,
slow I am walking, low I am laughin' !
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Ghosting
03:57
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She ghosted me, reactivated wounds
litteraly exploding all bounds
I guess I owed fees for just fucking around
Anyway, to flee is just what she found
I feel less than a pea you crush on the ground,
a useless mop, a fat whale aground
Is it to see me crawl like a hound
or to get rid of my image and sound ?
Damn mute stays my phone, each and every day...
From dusk 'till dawn, I miss her I must say.
Cigarettes and coffee, I wish we could compound,
but the truth is I see we do have a background.
Doubt and fear in me gather in a cold mound,
questions haunting me, guilt in dolby surround.
Realise and see in the past and beyond,
that I also did flee and left lots of bombs :
what we can't carry pile in the catacombs,
illness and remedy sometimes we confound.
Damn mute stays my phone but outside the sun shines...
I am on my own ! Have a walk in the pines.
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6. |
The dream catcher
04:34
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7. |
Dizzy
05:17
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Words can be twisted as images
Insane wires and stupid laws
Consent means no need for cages
Slaughter's groove for useless cows
Lend me an ear in your dark cell
Justice became a vulgar show
This ain't normal, I can tell
Wicked the future that we draw
See here and there, the people rages
Damn politricks with chainsaws
And the lack of confidence in badges
No need for jail to feel death row
Primal fears rule only hell
Barbarians all in a row
Banal is this musty smell
A maze surely your walk can slow
A grey blanket on all I see
Democracy's haunting me
A speaker is pucking false messages
Black 'n' white, friends or foes
A curfew has been on for ages
And many lines you're told to toe
In a sad and bleeding land you dwell
with forgotten have-nots in a mow
Sheperds preaching and shit for sale
Now come the storm described by owls
Human nature turns me dizzy
Of our coffins we are the trees
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Amor Fati
05:31
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Revealed on abloody day,
those hidden rules we all obey :
naturally born-bothered egoes
fighting against what comes and goes.
Only our dead loves we recite,
'till life turns in a constant fight,
full of spite, out of light.
If there's no rush the dog just sits.
Naked means no more outfits.
Everything is bound to be nor you agree nor disagree.
Can your book tell the story of a real amor fati ?
No matter if you're stone or clay,
if gently colored or just grey :
from your sprite to your damn toes,
sculpt above gods and heroes !
Beyond the harm and the slight,
love yourself with all your might,
enlight your sprite, grow I-nite.
If there is food the dog just eats.
So 'till you can hear your heartbeats,
can your book tell the story of a real amor fati ?
Everything is bound to be nor you agree nor disagree !
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Shrinks
04:26
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See him wandering on the shore,
cannot shed no tears no more...
Will the wreck gather new forces
so different times he can endorse ?
He tries so hard but can't redress
his broken soul in the process...
So much details he shall retrace
on the path of his righteousness !
Days after days hates himself more :
sex, violence, hardcore.
Seething and sinking he soars,
seeking for perfect new flavours.
Would have been easier if heartless !
Kindness and love fears him to death.
Friends are stones of his fortress,
no place to belong, no recess.
He looks at things for what they are,
stays away from the junkie-jar.
Still sadness is just cold anger,
he chases all opressors.
Now sole the wind is a caress,
everything seems meaningless,
he feels nothin' but emptyness
but this life he plans to embrace.
No horns, no choir,
he bdes his time and he lingers.
Of death cold are the fingers
taping on his heart of fire.
To bend the limbs of time he dares,
about self-esteem he cares,
the discipline of a soldier
will lead him for shure to welfare !
He does not need to raise his fist
for enemies do not exist.
A motto echoes in the mist :
'banish sadness, at least !'.
Of his story he gets the gist,
sets his sight straight to the east
and whispers to himself 'whist !'
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I don't give a fuck
03:19
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There is no one here I know,
there is nowhere I can go,
I need a meal and a pillow
but I'm happy anyhow
I don't give a fuck,
I don't give a fuck,
I don't give a fuck,
I'm peaceful I must say...
Ghost huntin' made me be one,
in dead cities I drive alone.
I am that dancin' fawn
but what is done is done.
I don't give a fuck,
I don't give a fuck,
I don't give a fuck,
I'm peaceful I must say...
She's between cold love and hold-up,
nice to me and all dolled-up,
but a necklace will choke me up...
My strength is her syrup.
I don't give a fuck,
I don't give a fuck,
I don't give a fuck...
Flashin' lights and flickering leds,
mushes and weeds on all the deads...
They feed on blood and sacred bread,
I know they gonna have my head !
I don't give a fuck,
I don't give a fuck,
I don't give a fuck,
I'm peaceful I must say...
What is now left of my crew ?
While they laugh they hate me too.
Where is the world I knew ?
There's no keeper in the zoo !
I don't give a fuck,
I don't give a fuck.
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11. |
The holly dive
02:51
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12. |
Cernunnos
07:43
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Many lines written for the wicked healing,
swagger is preadin', egoes are swellin',
as the trip is so dark when the death is lurking...
But winter always cease it to the spring.
Seers love life 'n' that's why they're struggling,
as they hate the world they're livin' in.
You shall keep faith in our awakening
'cos it's bound to be if you keep on dreaming !
Cernunnos... Please help us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos... Don't live us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos... Please help us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos...
Can't you hear trees and the ocean yelling ?
Magic is just another world for listening...
Ancient blood in our veins is melting
and it can't cool down for the earth is dying.
Cernunnos... Please help us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos...
So all mystical forces I am summoning...
To such old chant warriors will be rising.
If there is wine in the chalice and the soil is clean,
the mighty stag will rise and the forest will win !
Cernunnos... Please help us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos... Please help us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos... Please help us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos... Don't live us Cernunnos !
Many lines written for the wicked healing,
swagger is preadin', egoes are swellin',
as the trip is so dark when the death is lurking...
But winter always cease it to the spring.
Seers love life 'n' that's why they're struggling,
as they hate the world they're livin' in.
You shall keep faith in our awakening
'cos it's bound to be if you keep on dreaming !
Cernunnos... Please help us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos... Don't live us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos... Please help us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos... Don't live us Cernunnos !
Can't you hear trees and the ocean yelling ?
Magic is just another world for listening...
Ancient blood in our veins is melting
and it can't cool down for the earth is dying.
So all mystical forces I am summoning :
to such old chant warriors will be rising.
If there is wine in the chalice and the soil is clean,
the mighty stag will rise and the forest will win !
Cernunnos... Please help us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos... Don't live us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos... Please help us Cernunnos !
Cernunnos... Don't live us Cernunnos !
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Mournful Skank is an experimental project exploring sad reggae, acoustic dark dub, hybrid skank
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My music is influenced by William Blake, les Béru, Coil, the Gladiators, Horace Andy, Dead Combo, Portishead, Tom Waits, Castaneda. Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra.
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