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Supercharged
02:43
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structures i raise scriptures i write with my shaking hands
ventures taken up vultures circle in sacred bleeding out
slave to myself and no-one else but my grandeur
with bruised hands keeping the pace breaking rocks all day
running headless fuels the race waters down the rage
played upon like a pawn by the lack of sense
i'm supercharged
threads are running through a fuzz
before fuses blow out
with my eyes lit up
waiting for someone to bless this mess
i'm supercharged
on a constant power-up
screaming on top of my lungs
with eyes lit up
waiting for someone to bless this mess
(notenoughness pushes further and beyond)
i'm supercharged
threads are running through a fuzz
before fuses blow out
with my eyes lit up
waiting for someone to bless this mess
i'm supercharged
on a constant power up
screaming on top of my lungs
settle down when i die
waiting for someone to pull the plug out
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2. |
The Last Trip
04:44
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have you seen my new face
a hardly moving paper mache
here and there i made amends
so now i'm blunter around the edge
so now sing and rejoice
get shit together somehow
so now sing and rejoice
pick oneself up and fall
got myself a thingy thing
another one i can hide behind
the more of those thingies i have
the less of me remains inside
so now sing and rejoice
find reconnection while i
i'm hardly keeping my head
above the water somehow
coming back from my last trip
around the universe and up to the skies
nothing changed since my last trip
seems like nothing ever gets me out
coming back from my last trip
around the universe and down to the rut
nothing changed since my last trip
hope i'll get myself out in time
have you seen my new car (have you seen my new car)
to get me farther from what i really am (get me far from myself)
oh boy did i get away (oh boy oh boy did i)
worn thin and tripped right on the home stretch (worn thin and tripped on home stretch)
have you seen my new house
so now i'm more prestigiously alone
well insecured in this tower of mine
fuck you and your x-ray mind
coming back from my last trip
around the universe and up to the skies
nothing changed since my last trip
seems like nothing ever gets me out
coming back from my last trip
around the universe and down to the rut
nothing changed since my last trip
hope i'll get myself out in time
from my last trip
nothing gets me out
from my last trip
nothing gets me out
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With the Flow
05:01
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drift with the flow
where it takes me
is where i go
to find peace of mind
and meditate spaces
between the sounds
hand myself over willingly
broken come as I am
you pick me up or throw me away
i don't mind
need no permission
for myself to be mine
barren come as i am
she picks me up and carries away
don't want an end
already thankful
for having my share
here i have a say
let it out
i won't pretend
if there's an art
it's us being
just who we are
hand myself over willingly
i dissolve in your hands
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New Zeal
03:14
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who am i without you
just a notion passing by
stretched thin, of no substance
can't define nor defy
nothing i did nothing i'll do
will outmatch your card
so settle it from the start
play me way you like
and though I'm anxious like a teenage emo girl I'm all in
and I tremble at the promise of the real
my knees are shaking being handed in the bill
I'm all thrilled
and I still ache with the tension of new zeal
high on expectations
a little short of breath
failing to stand against it
falling jelly-legged
so tread on me walk over me
anything goes
i'll lick your boot carry your womb
at all cost
melting in this tunnel vision of mine
revolving closer around my new sun
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5. |
Twisted Hide and Seek
05:44
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i'm not aware of what's going around
I shut the curtains and dim the light
no other plans than you tonight
meet me at the top of the night
not too observant of what they're up
to, world spins its way, won't turn it around
i'm watching only the tip of my life
i'll only speak of my life
I haven't seen it for a while
but is it hidden still beneath?
wade with me through the melodies
it's why they've always been bitter sweet
indeed a twisted hide and seek
I still fear it's down beneath
I shut my eyes and I slide below
talk to the devil like times before
won't take you there 'cause I'll be alone
I can only make it alone
(there's no need
for hide and seek)
I took the pill
I'm on the top of my life
conquered the world
on the top of my high
dig down beneath
the layers of lies
there's void i fear
there's void i fear
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6. |
Shout It Out
02:33
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shoooooout
i need to shout it out
before it blows my brains up
it is the only way i survive
to let it off out loud
shoooooout
i need to shake it off
can't take this shit no more
will drain it down to the core
only i don't know how
shoooooout
i gotta put up a fight
get up and stand my ground
i gotta shed this hare skin of mine
before they trample me down
in life of constant doubt
for once i gotta be right
how long i go around undepriced
only i don't know how
before it drives me mad
before it blows out my head
before it sucks my dry
before the time is up
before the lights go out
and now you show me how
shout
i gotta gotta gotta shout it out
i gotta gotta gotta shout it out
i gotta gotta gotta shout it out
if only you show me how
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7. |
Flood
05:30
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an inflated baloon
looking for a prick
for the smoothest lick
to set of the flood
I need the flood
to clear off the blood
to reset the state
of my mind
recalibrate calibrate and recon what's right
set myself set myself set myself on track
so as to run so as to run so as to run again
set myself set myself set myself on track
fell for it again
curious like a child
an instant regret
i'll soon forget
soon enough
There are thousands and thousands of people out there leading lives of quiet, screaming desperation, where they work long, hard hours at jobs they hate to enable them to buy things they don't need to impress people they don't like (Nigel Marsh “How to make work-life balance work”)
gather and collect
I won't let it out
need to have it all
only for myself
gather and collect
I increase the swell
that won't end up well
fell for it again
fell for it again
curious like a child
an instant regret
i'll soon forget
soon enough
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8. |
Feverish Dance
05:34
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i'm not like world out there
engaged in chasing tails
committed to the dance
as an attempt to outrun
in pursuit of control
at petty market stalls
negotiating the parole
and meaning of life
i'm not waging wars
unable to take on
though the band's still on
we're all going down
now the riceless shelves
knot the truth in disarray
that to flatten that curve
it's not stock we're out of
(i am not like world out there
wagging words all the same)
bunch of wisemen
one thing you should know
been here long before it started
and they'll last some more
spin and spend
right to the end
till there's nothing left to feast on
in jittery haste
shove through the race
blind in self-consuming ambition
i am above
i have it all
i have what it takes to be atop
in feverish trance
i'll do my dance
till my fucking head goes off
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9. |
Bleeding-heart Blues
04:31
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mom you promised i'd be safe
but my friends would disagree
scattered face down in the mud
that's as safe as i can be
i just wish i could have stayed
in the blanket of your womb
softly hushed and lullabied
i'd be nation of my own
so is this the tomorrow
you kept building for us all
is this really the reason
why you guiled me to this world
i won't ask for your forgiveness
but try understand why i
i'm signing out
sign me out
over and out
don't want my part
it's all a lie
you sold me out
i'm signing out
you still see your little boy
but there's wall between us now
no way i can come through back home
how can we even defy
the machine when we are all
but a rabbit in the headlights of their tanks
if we did it to ourselves
how could we be so blind
if that's what no one wants
why we keep paying with our blood
if we did it to ourselves
how could we be so blind
if that's what no one wants
why we keep paying with our brothers' and sisters' blood
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it's time to calculate the losses
cut myself loose and crawl on
defeat feels like peace almost
the art of giving up i lost
stars said we wouldn't make it
shouldn't have tried to save it
just make room for
now I renounce my faith
and trying hard to make the way
through seven stages of grief a day
the art of giving up i lost
stars said we wouldn't make it
shouldn't have tried to save it
just make room for
the art of giving up i lost
i'm holding on so you let go
i'll stay the same so be
someone else
making room for
the art of giving up i lost
how can it be working when
both of my hands are broken
not letting go
it took long time to break me
what's there to fear i'm giving in
and just hope for
peace in unknown
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Cinemon Kraków, Poland
The trio formed in 2006 in Cracow, Poland, playing their ways through several hundred gigs in seven countries and seven
albums. They say they play RAW POP which is just another name for simple rock’n’roll songs – just too noisy to be pop and too easy-listening to be underground.
They’re a tasty blend of 70’s, 90’s and contemporary alternative. And hey, they do sound a bit like themselves, too!
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Cinemon recommends:
The best chunks of the 90's 2000's and 2020's put together in a mind-melting nu-metal(ish) ass kicking record by a Cracow-based friends of ours - WAVS. Check the bastards out!
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Basik - the bass player - used to play with us but the great bass lines are not the only reason for us to love those guys. If Faith No More was Polish they'd be called Milion Much.
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Izzy and the Black Trees EP
by Izzy and the Black Trees
Post-punk + influences of dark-country or dark-americana. From Poznań. Izzy's vocal just blows our minds. Yours will be blown, too, we're sure.
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Gritty, psychedelic rock, full of crashing guitar riffs and lo-fi percussion.
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Soft-Spoken Secrets
by Fake Furs
Aggressive alt-rock with a sense of goth melodrama; this L.A. duo get at the darkness beneath fading glamour.
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featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 6, 2021
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