the life i had in mind

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Enigma

[English translation]
ADIEU
Again i saw my love leave
and again it was: Adieu, my heart; soon
it is done with you, with me, with us,
and time and space move in between.

Ah, how many trains I saw depart
from other, from identical terminals?
I turn around and mutter under my breath
what we didn't tell each other this time as well.

Again the world is opening up to me
But darling , I see, just where I look,
in every shop window a stranger walking
whom i look like since you left.

Even for those who have learned not to hope 
too much, the illusion gradually disappears
Again the world is opening up to him
But he only sees, where he looks,
in every shop window a stranger walking 
in every shop window a stranger walking...

Poem: Jean Pierre Rawie (bundle 'Woelig stof')
Music: me

Adieu

ADIEU

Lyrics:
You and me,
we are damned souls
with nothing left to lose

But then why are you looking at me like that?
rivers of words are falling from my heart.

We don't have to go that far,
love is an endless war for me
but you don't know how to set you free
while you laugh at me

But inside
are you crying.
People like you
but it's just a mask.

Hide
as far as you can,
people don't understand
the Poetry of Violence.

It's just a story
without any sense.
We all live once
but to me you are forever.

No one loves you
No one loves me
No one let you down
No one feeling down
No one loves you,
but no one lets you die
No one feels the same
 and everyone lies, 
and nobody cares

Whatever you know
whatever you do
whatever you want
And whoever you are

-Hi everyone
I am ESKIM0 and this is my new song, "The Poetry Of Violence".
With this song I try to explain how in the modern world the greatest violence they can do to you is not to love you ... without letting you die. A limbo from which you never leave, prisoners of common sense.

You can also find my songs on Spotify
Link: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6PxpawdPeEP07DGacnIdJA

With love,
ESKIM0✨

The Poetry Of Violence

On a recent trip to Las Vegas, a local busker by the name of @JoshOnBuckets blew my mind with his percussion. We chatted, exchanged info - and I then recorded some of his mastery for this loop-based track.

FOLLOW JOSH HERE: www.instagram.com/joshonbuckets/

Addicts on every level
When they feel good, They never settle
They want more of that feeling
Appeal keeping them reeling 
Deep lines lacking in meaning
-
Exceeding all expectations.
Expanding borders 
on sovereign nations.
Complacency teaming,
In spaces between me n,
All of the forest and all of the trees,
And all of the seas, 
dung beetles and bees,
The babies to be, 
unborn and unseen,
The souls that are lost,
The trades and the costs,
The spoils or the bounties,
The coils in the counties,
The lethal injections,
Unsettling projections,
Protecting the notions,
The Navy, the Oceans,
Promotion. 
Promotional marketing. 
Corporate greed and 
ad-word targeting.
Data sales, data mines.
Data jails for data times.
Dad I’m sorry, I’m not crying.
The world it hurt me, 
but I’m not dying.
The world it threw me, 
but I’m not flying.
Just Trying to stay stable.
Thoroughly bred to 
feed others at the table.
Blinders on to avoid 
others on the cable.
A label? A fable.
Stories, scriptures, lies 
filled with swear words.
Fuck.
Swear now, sworn in, 
square jaw, too thin.
Too raw, too soft, 
knocked out, bashed in.
Ration, nation, tactics, bacon.
War dogs, war pigs, 
warthogs, more kids.
Generation, x, why, boom, bye.
Tombs, cries, boots, flies.
Mud, blood, fear, and bravery.
Keeping us safe from 
living in slavery.
History, cycles, 
news flash, rifles.
Stifling all of us 
calling on idols.
Shit
Idea Eyes
Idealized isolation, consternation, masturbation.
Masses mutilated, 
masses brooding hatred.
Masses casting caskets
Rackets made white wearing leather jackets 
Acting like asshatted … 
-
Ad dicks on every level
When they feel good, They never settle
They want more of that feeling
Appeal keeping them reeling 
Keep. Me. Safe.

ADdick$ (feat. Josh On Buckets)

Monsters are everywhere and can be born at any time. No one knows if they are spontaneous or acquired, but they are there.

Room 213

Lyrics:

With all this weight, I get no rest,
Same old demons, same old test.
The world sleeps safe while I feel dread,
I fight their wars inside my head.

There’s no peace for a man who knows,
The cost of keeping wolves too close.
Sanity’s a debt I pay in kind,
For every soul that’s left behind.

I fight the monsters under their beds,
Cage every one inside my head.
A hero’s light won’t always prevail,
But I’ll do it again, even if I fail.

’Cause peace ain’t free, it takes a fool like me,
To bleed so the broken can finally sleep.

My eyes have seen what others face,
Each demon I fight, they erase.
The mirror cracks, truth bleeding through,
I wear the night like armor too.

I’ve prayed through static, dreamed their name,
Whispered mercy to a dying flame.
The line I guard shifts soft as sand,
I’ll take that fight, I’ll make my stand.

I fight the monsters under their beds,
Cage every one inside my head.
A hero’s light won’t always prevail,
But I’ll do it again, even if I fail.

I dance with the dark, so they don’t bleed,
I’m the sin they’ll never need.
One more night, I’ll hold the line,
This madness borrowed, never mine.

I’ve seen the void, it knows my name,
Still, I walk through the smoke and flame.
The crown of scars, the debt I own,
Paid in blood but never shown.

I am the storm their prayers ignore,
The silent oath, the unseen war.
If the world must burn to keep them sane,
Then light the match, I’ll take the blame.

I fight the monsters under their beds,
Cage every one inside my head.
A hero’s light won’t always prevail,
But I’ll do it again, even if I fail.

’Cause peace ain’t free, it takes a fool like me,
To bleed so the broken can finally sleep.

Barrowed Madness

A small selection of songs from the many talented performers on our famous Rockaoke Sunday afternoons! 

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Enigma

Benjamin Nix