Whole album is up, just waiting around:
antisepticbombs.bandcamp.com/album/the-…idnt-exist
Recorded around 2018. Edited and mastered in 2022-23.

Lyrics:

Been kicking sand around for too long with two big boots
Stomping around in absolutely nothing
Today it's one of these small poodles
Of mud and sand and everything
It's getting dirtier and dirtier around here
I will fight bugs as butterflies
Do you remember the tick that gave your mother borrelia?
Of couse it deserves to die!

It's just mud, it's just dirt
You can wash it off and even buy a new shirt
But you don't know what part that is going to stick
It's just filth, it's just dust
But your kicking sand might come with a sudden cost
'Cause you don't know what part that is going to stick

You can join me or go your own way
I'm sure that it is something
The poodle's not big enough for all of us
Luckily most people don't seem to get it
I'm sweating and it slides of my elbow
Now the territory is marked
When every knockoff temple cracked with enjoyment
No one came and built an ark

Kicking sand

Once upon a time an amoeba
Got itself a great idea
Why fight over a sunny place
When I could dine on my peers?
They're anywhere elsewhere
And I can eat it up
But then she had to think further
And that messed the line up

I have these legs
And I have these arms
I was born to do harm

I might come for you
And there is nothing in the world that you can do
Las plantas and my dear spirit animals

What have I ever done to you
The little eggplant said
Oh no it didn't silly
You know plants cannot talk

I've never done any evil
Thought the little pig
Yeah you're right but they're so enlightened
And I've gone off the grid

Don't you mess with me
And don't you dare disagree
One step closer to me and I will #&@!"=%£

Amoeba Man

And then the zoom came again
I couldn't even image
So much blood
Coming to the eyes, from the Eye
Falling in a loop
Into concrete, rising up
And falling, crashing down
Another lying way, lying around

Then the zoom came again
And I was staring straight into fear
In a straight line over mountains
Plains and mountains again, to the mountains again
It went back and ahead
Forth and rear
I ate crackers for days
The lights like flying darts, spinning, spinning and spinning around

Then the zoom came again
The world was spinning fast
A boot kicked back of head
A lot was never done, it just didn't come
Behind, falling behind
Like having dissatisfied costumers
A drill into the side
I need a place to hide, one that doesn't begin like this

The Zoom

I didn't want to drink that much
I swear I did not and now I'm lost
In inner city in the middle of a crowd
Push around or be pushed around

Dance on the table
When the dancefloor gets unstable
Dance in the gudder
When you can't see how they could go any farther

Just stick around until dawn
To see what happens before

Shadows move in our eyes, this time
Of night has no space for fun but crimes
Order 'nother bottle, many sights will come
When it is down again there will be none

All the lights reflect in panels
On the wall in vague forms and bells
Are ringing on every church tower
The light is coming to haunt us from now on

Before

I think you might be a pervert
Caught you rearranging heads
Recording and deleting their thoughts
Until everything seemed defect

I'm not interested in your sick show
And I don't either want to go
Some time just need
To pass on

I think you might be a pervert
And the walls are closing in
Until everything you've touched
Is in line with your mundane fetish

I'm not interested in your sick show
And I don't either want to go
So this time just need to pass

Closed doors are seemingly magnets
And what can I do for you?
Whatever you want me to
But please, oh please just make it quick

Closed doors are magnets
But the time is never right
Too far away from sight
So please make it quick and close that damn door

A dark tower of weeds and crops
Another nightmare to spice things up
Another car chase where the cars can fly
And yet another faded goodbye

There are the dreams involving doorless toiles
Running past endless rows of urinals
Through while ceramic tiled mazes
There it is, though it might not be so lyrical but

I wanna hear what excuses you have to say
Maybe we can meet up some day
Over a cup of coffee
Soon

Pervert

Sunshine is slowly showing
The clock will ring in about four hours

The curtains lines are uncertain
There is something to worry about tonight

Pretending won't make it do better
Still behind two closed eyes

The buzzer sits in the pillow
Four hours to make it in

Why do the lock screen say two when
Eight minutes ago it said twelve?

It's like the room has ripped itself apart
And is floating in blank space

A faint orange hologram watching...

The irritable pricks just wanna speak a sentence without a pause

Then same time and place tomorrow night
Another word to swallow down
Is this a dream or still the same world?

The buzzer sits in the pillow
Four hours to make it in

Same time and place tomorrow night
Another word to swallow down
Is this a dream or still the same world?
The second pinch made a sound

What the hell

4 Hours

When you opened up gallery
I came by on my way
What is not to like? What is not to like?
What is not to like? What is not to like?

I saw you have no talent
But went in anyway
What is not to like? What is not to like?
What is not to like? What is not to like?

I sleep on your painting
You worked so hard to make
Your ugly mess of colour
That you worked so hard to make

I sleep on your painting
It has my standards met
It may be hard to look at
But it's the softest bed

Here comes the bulldozer
Long time since it saw a proper wall
I think we're pretty much alike
I think we're pretty, pretty, pretty much alike

Your paintings amuse me
Why don't you see it pal?
I think we're pretty much alike
I think we're pretty much alike, we're pretty much alike

Can't you see that
Someone has to like your crap
Let me shove some money on your desk
I can do with more than just one single bed

Gallery

I think this will be the last one I put up from this album project, which is fitting. I hope I'll be able to finish some new music before not too long. Again, all of this album was recorded around 2018 and only slightly edited this and last year. In these five years time, I have written a lot of material that I really want to make as good as I can with what I've learned and experimented with during this time. If curious, you can hear some instrumentals, mostly on the more experimental side, on my other soundcloud profile: https://soundcloud.com/railleg-fracture

Otherwise, here is the full album this song is the closer of: https://antisepticbombs.bandcamp.com/album/the-man-who-woke-up-and-found-out-he-didnt-exist

Lyrics:

They just invented time travel
But so much has already been done with it
I want to skip to the things that matter
Turn the knob all the way with it

So come along with me
Take the second seat, it is comfy in here
Then we're ready and set to go
All the way to the end and even further ahead than there

Out there where there is nothing but warmth
Beautiful nonsense heat in one form
And we're not just alone in the machine
We two are the last ones there are of anything 
Of anything...

And we're not just alone in the machine
(Nor the last remains of humanity)
We two are the last ones there are of anything

Heat Death

New song! Special thanks to Jeppe for improvising guitar on a track he hadn't even heard before we went on stage.

Maskine Maskine Amager, Copenhagen 02.02.2024.

Tetraethyllead Dreams (Live debut)

One of my favourites, weird to think it has been off the internet for almost a decade by now. I'm not sure I knew what a liminal space was, but it's definitely about that. A song about the absense of something - maybe important, maybe not - to be a song about. Perhaps one might say bluntly, a song about nothing but most evidently set in a space of things.

Solid bricks stacked up
And the streets run deep
A vague mist, paper leaves
Glued to decaying trees
Stop and start, when you run
You wait for when you are done

True hope, false goals
Thought up by marionette dolls
Walking slow? Left behind?
You will make it just in time
Farther than you could dream of walking
Still you are bored

Looking out the window
Of the back of the bus
Lifted barely one meter
Still you see new stuff
And the sky is light gray
It’s such a pretty day
But not unlike the others, no

You have walked down this road
More times than than it has curbstones
Not a lot behind the buildings
Would’ve thought there was more
And the sky is light gray
It’s such a pretty day
But it’s getting dark

Waiting (2015)

Professional sound production is a global conspiracy against... something.

Lyrics:

She's such an illuminati bitch
She sold her ass just to be rich
I'm such an illuminati freak
Our future it seems not to be so bleak

As it was, as it was
Our future's not as bleak as it was
As it was, as it was
Our future's not as dark as it was

She's such an illuminati bitch
She uses it as a sales pitch
I live in one big pyramid peak
Our future it seems not to be so bleak

We have to hide away, hide away, hide away
Or the priest will come and throw us on the hay
We have to hide away, hide away, hide away
Or the mob will come and burn us on the hay

Illuminati Bitch

A moody little instrumental track I recorded a while ago.

Camera Guy

A slowed down revision of this old song that is closer to what I intended with it back when I wrote it. Have a nice day and keep dancing motherfuckers, however few you may be :)

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