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Doctor, Scalpel
04:01
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Will this go?
Will this go?
Die all alone with the scalpel.
Die all alone in my dreams.
Bold statements take me up.
Bold statements take me up.
Will this go?
Will this go?
Die all alone with the scalpel.
Die all alone in my dreams.
Bold statements take me up.
Bold statements take me up.
Fill the gap with my voice, fill the gap with my voice.
Fill the gap with my voice, fill the gap with my voice.
The good doctor does not specialize...
The good doctor does not specialize...
In ear, nose or throat.
In ear, nose or throat.
In ear, nose or throat.
In ear, nose or throat.
He like to flirt with morbid curiosity.
He like to flirt with morbid curiosity.
Will this go?
Will this go?
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Telegramme
03:15
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I hate how reductionist things have become
We need some sensation to push us along
Remember when we could design our own kicks?
Now we're lost in a forest of clicks and ideas.
Your face is a message, your life is a lie
These instant connections, they damage our minds
We're drowning in wisdom, we've chosen a side
Our appitie grows to divide and to fear.
Chase what's simple and clear
The Death of Experts is here
Complexity's gagged whilst our egos expand
So we think our moment is near for fame.
Message economy
Signals not commentary
Message economy
Signals not commentary
We must fight for our truth
And protect it from ourselves
We must fight for our truth
And protect it from ourselves.
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Stantrum
01:51
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Big him up!
He's got some massive rockets
Donations, bulging pockets!
I need a toy that makes holes
With the power and dread that involves.
I want an ochre-faced God.
Big him up!
He's got some massive rockets
Donations, bulging pockets!
I need a job that destroys
To afford all my gadgets and toys
I want a serpentine Goid
To spread his seed...
I need!
Him hard!
I'm hard!
He's hard!
For war so
I'm hard!
We're hard!
Everybody's (hard)!
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Swallowing Kelp
05:12
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Plunging like a depth charge,
I'm salting some new scars
With shockwaves ignored by the fish.
I've chewed my way through the nets,
Just to see what I get,
If I embrace the gloom of the depths
It's cold.
Eddying through sediment
And conjuring impediments
And telling my friends all my woes.
Looking from the surface,
It's hard to see the purpose
in tilling the murk that I sow.
Immerse myself in regret
And treat solutions as threats,
No matter how luminescent they glow
It's cold.
A shimmer of light,
Some bubbles of hope,
Amphibian dreams of the air.
A pint with a friend,
The memories flow
Of a life lived before the dispair.
But I can't see the shore
'Cos I can't find the faith
And I pretend that I'm under prepared.
So I dive! (Dive)
When the journey's opaque
You should swallow the kelp and be the lake.
Empty wisdom in tow
If it sounds quite profound it won't keep you afloat
Follow me into the endless trench.
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Jeremiah A.D. Birmingham, UK
Sludge/doom/nu-metal/prog. Melody meets weighty riffs, laden with political unrest and worldly disgust.
Moghul/Dark is the
Water's Joe Barber & Tom Woods team up with Crashdown's Dez Palfreyman & Start the Hourglass's Ben Curtis to bring you HEAVY TONES AND BROKEN BONES. Based in Birmingham, UK, home of the detuned guitar.
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