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Amor Fati

by Mournful Skank

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1.
Strange days 04:43
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
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
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
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
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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Dizzy 05:17
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
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
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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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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Cernunnos 07:43
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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Composed from September 2020 to May 2021, home-crafted in Jard-sur-Mer (H6 zoom, Acid pro).

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released May 15, 2021

Classical guitar Cuenca, fretless micro-bass, voices, arrangements (sample work on synths, drums, brass, FX) - Kohree aka Mournful Skank
Thanks to Joseph Sardin for his free sounds and Erin O'Rourke for her reading of 'A vampire' of Luigi Capuana on 'Fangs'.

To Lucie.
Higgledy-piggledy dedicated to : Djob', Likma, Vinzou, Tat', Bav', Manoche, Brujita, Le Matt', So, Le Sarg', Bloody Hell, Ladj', Pa & Ma, Philou, Le Baron, Christophe 'Le doc', Ze Struff family, Djé, Jij', La Ratch'.

(Under ccbyncsa licence : you can freely download, sample, play even in public provided you name the source properly, indicate changes, publish under the same licence and never use comercially)
May free culture live long !!

Do not hesitate to contact me for infos, use of my songs or projects :)



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Composé de septembre 2020 à mai 2021, fait-maison à Jard-sur-mer (H6 zoom, Acid pro).

Guitare classique Cuenca, micro-bass fretless, voix, arrangements (travail de samples sur les synthés, les rythmes, les cuivres, les effets) - Kohree alias Mournful Skank.

Merci à Joseph Sardin pour ses sons libres de droits et Erin O'Rourke pour la lecture de 'Un vampire' de Luigi Capuana sur 'Fangs'.

A Lucie.
Dédicacé pèle-mèle à : Djob', Likma, Vinzou, Tat', Bav', Manoche, Brujita, Le Matt', So, Le Sarg', Bloody Hell, Ladj', Pa & Ma, Philou, Le Baron, Christophe 'Le doc', Ze Struff family, Djé, Jij', La Ratch'.

(Sous licence creative commons ccbyncsa : vous pouvez librement télécharger, sampler, diffuser même en public, à condition de proprement nommer la source, indiquer les changements, publier le résultat sous la même licence et ne pas utiliser commercialement)
Longue vie à la culture libre

N'hésitez pas à me contacter pour des infos, utiliser mes morceaux ou des projets :)

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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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