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Enjoy The Silence

A selection of tracks from our Debut Album LITTLE DEATH for your listening pleasure.
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Bright Lights

22 - 20s - White Lines

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJVhPVip0M4

Lyrics: 

Don't sing if you want to live long
They have no use for your song
You're dead (x3)
You're dead and out of this world

You'll never get a second chance
Plan all your moves in advance
Stay dead (x3)
Stay dead and out of this world

Run fast, don't stand in the sun
There's too much work to be done
You're down (x3)
You're down and out of this world

Don't ever talk with your eyes
Be sure that you compromise
You're dead (x3)
You're dead and out of this world

Hear the unloved weeping like rain
Guard your sleep from the sound of their pain
Long gone (x3)
Long gone and out of this world

When you smile and it tears your face
It's time for the inhuman race
You're down (x3)
You're down and out of this world

Now you hope [for] a compassionate god
You sold out your dream to the world
Stay dead (x3)
You're dead and out of this world?

Norma Tanega - You're Dead" (1966) [What We Do In The Shadows 2014 - Soundtrack]

In the morning the seagulls scream in a frenzy,

Their white shadows on the facades

Whisper anxiously in the windows about death,

But no one will cancel the date.

Every day I wake up further away.

The days are fading like mussel shells.

Less stupid bravado and falsehood

And the exile Ovid** is getting closer.

Wastelands on the outskirts of life

Overgrown with deserted melancholy.

The days crawl like faceless slugs,

They wash away my chaos with monotony.

I wander longer and more often

In cities unfamiliar to the point of pain.

What is my soul sleeping alive for?

Forgotten the failed roles.

Are you sleeping, soul? You didn’t want this,

You ate to your heart’s content and breathed the forbidden.

Is that really not enough?

Now you breathe colorless air.

My father is clean-shaven, but hollow,

A huge crown obscures the sun,

Smiles, waves - cheerful,

As if alive, only the appearance of Nazon.

What, Nazon, is your song sung?

The path to the sovereign Rome is blocked.

Returning is a bad omen,

Eternity blows on a puny back.

I myself feel the chill,

The endless distances have become leaky,

I cannot contain myself in my mortal body

And, as if the mooring lines have been cast off.

Give me your hand, it rocks mercilessly,

This world is not for us -

Intravenously, totally, subcutaneously.

Worn out -

only sorrows and dampness.


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