1. |
Dust on the Engines
03:54
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ruin
watching embers of the sun
sliding
down into the dark earth
solace
i can only be alone
solace
you have left me alone
and i feel torn
and i feel tired
and i feel sore
and i am worn out
sadness
train tracks and golden dust
people
will always want to hurt us
growing
cancer maps of engines
fading
what this place was meant to be
and i feel torn
and i feel tired
and i feel sore
and i am worn out
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2. |
Black Hole Man
07:10
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yes I’m a black hole man
I swallow everything I can
I screwdrive through your gut
I loathe that which I’m not
I make things be not what they seem
I feed inside your dreams
Stars dismember as I scream
I can smell your energy
I crush crystals of time
I make your ego mine
I impregnate myself with light
I kill the fetus of the night
I always scourge for more
And I know I won’t die
Until I squeeze the timespace core
And suck each atom dry
I never falter, leave no trace
As I erase the universe
I’ll sing my chewing song through space
My jaw makes gravity reverse
Yes I’m a black hole man
I murder everything I can
I burn your memory
I always was and will forever be
You can never ever live through me
But I’ll keep blowing smoke over your brain sea
Your A and B and C
Because I’m what you always failed to see
inside a mirror
inside a mirror
inside a mirror
inside a mirror
inside a mirror
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3. |
Meatbox
06:39
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i wonder why is it still here
(my meatbox my meatbox my meatbox)
it still moves by inertia
(my meatbox my meatbox my meatbox)
it floods me with neutrality
(my meatbox my meatbox my meatbox)
i thought it would die with me
(my meatbox my meatbox my meatbox)
sometimes it gets excited
most of the time it wont
sometimes it fools me with trying
but those attempts never go past their core
i wish it was over
but somehow its still not
like needles in skin something irritates it
i guess its what you call hope
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5. |
The Labyrinth
04:25
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6. |
The Question
03:16
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It hangs in the air
Pulsates in my breath
It rolls off my tongue
Then dissolves in the earth
I see it in clouds
When the moon downpours bleach
On my hate it would leech
As if covered by shrouds
Of apostatic regret
Of innocent blood unlet
Of a shadow of doubt
Of a dark little laugh
That would clatter my teeth
And steal all my words
Then breathe with my breath
With my permission, of course
You whisper cicadas
That gnaw on my skin
You entertain me with bloodlust
Living within sin
I may fail to recapture
The visions you toss
But when you smile and chuckle
I see an upside down cross
I heard that you fell
Off a stairway of stars
Then rose in the morning
Between Venus and Mars
You captured the bluebirds
Now they are dead
Now you’re petting my brain
And the question still burns in my head
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7. |
The Core
05:52
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Stars fade away
And I am all torn inside out
Stars fade away
Extinguished by the cloud
Which had been coalescing with my head
Since time before I was born
And will, long after I am dead
Meanwhile I stalk through labyrinths of mirror
Of visions, of false prayers, artificial suns
I’ll run through dried-out fields and burning cities
And endless tunnels of desire for more
Until, one day, i take a closer look at my skull
And open it, perhaps in hope of seeing something that I haven’t seen before
And after wandering through catacombs
Of debris, poison, warped reflections
I will discover that there is no core.
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8. |
Philipp Is Dead
05:01
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the sun laughs at me
i vomit its kiss
philipp is dead
then who is this?
cities are flooding
with liquor and piss
piles of bone mountains
philipp was this
i'm living for nothing
i'm the friend you won't miss
philipp is dead but
then who is this?
the box of pandora
removed from the skull
now there lies an empty space
where nothing goes down
through the glass darkly
needles and beaten in nails
still life in motion
soul expired and stale
satellite losing contact
fading away in the black
no umbilical cord in the orbit
can't hold onto cannot go back
tongue torn out from the mouth
philipp's hands cut off by the wrist
vocal chords dissolved in acid
then who's singing this?
i look up the night sky
then upwards i dive
philipp is dead but
i will make him alive
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9. |
The Core (Descent)
10:23
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10. |
Enough
21:51
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original poem in Russian by Arseniy Tarkovsky; it was recited in his son`s film Stalker
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11. |
Богородице
02:20
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Russian Orthodox church song dedicated to the Holy Mother of God
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60circuits Russia
sonic manifestations of dreamlike visions
a (mostly) solo
project
all releases meant to be listened in full, from start to finish
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