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The mournful legacy

from Ghost Hunter / Dark reggae by MOURNFUL SKANK

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Let me tell you the story of a sad little man
who was so sure of bein' alone,
he was more beast than man.
From here to there he ran,
spoilin' the life of little fans...
He had a long life as you can guess,
while ghosts were wanderin' undressed.

Remember this song, mother-fucker,
each note, each word :
i'm comin' to get you !
As the life decided to let me go through...
I'm not dead ?!?
Even if i can't see your face for now,
the ice crackled on a sunny day
and now is a good time for the sinner to pay.
One day... I will know...
And that day... Well, you'll know too...
'Cos i'm comin' after you.

I've been in many places in my head,
searchin' for you...
I should have been livin' a life instead...
You left me for dead.
Now you are forced to sail,
'cos a hunter's after your tail...
You will know better with a knife in your chest...
This century's worst than Far-West
I'm proud to meet my destiny

Because of you I shot everyone around
'n' I killed all kind of bounds.
I was runnin' to found why the hell was turnin 'round,
'round, round 'n' round
the same sound.
Unsaid and unseen
- pleasure, guilt from the original scene -
endlessly death is what you bring.

Ghosts are willin' to appear since they know I feel no fear.
They came to lick my tears... I was about jumpin' from the roof.
They showed me your ring as a proof.
Then they gave me a horse,
showed me the air in the trees,
and told me...
To breathe...

Hm...
I could live knowin' that you're rotin' in the limbs of time,
'cos now, I am free.
But sometimes it itches, I can feel the stiches.

As you and all your frightened pairs
choosed to be blind 'n' to secure your lairs,
only an arson could be a fair offer...
I know it's nobody's fault,
we grow respondin' to assaults,
one way or another.

I will purify in flames the antic litttle game,
and the evil will fall on the ground,
or I'll burn the hole place down !
It ends here...

I am sorry for the pain I made you
I was a prick,
who hurted you, tortured you,
I changed...
Guilt was'nt yours.

I give to the world what you took.
I insist.

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from Ghost Hunter / Dark reggae, released December 15, 2016
The original loop (approx 20 secs) used to create this song was slowed and piched (guitar Tatjana + electone Vinz)

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Mournful Skank France

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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