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Ctts

Hardcore punk/ emo-violence/ screamo

circle takes the square

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Prrraaaaa!! Cam asa, cam asa...
Special Kappa House, na na na na...
Dro-droguri a..

Dragonu:

Ahaa..
ia foc boxa, cox alb

fiola cu cola, nu strange din molari

ia iarba si rola, vodka rece ca Polar

toarna pe gat sa sara busola

Bora Bora, romania, las vegas

bucuresti, ibiza, cam asta-i fita 

felie ca pizza, furculita

mananc heroina cu lingurita

fiti calmi ca eu glumeam si nu voiam

sa deranjez cu glume de toxicoman, dar sunt tigan

am 25 de ani, am 4 inimi de-odata,

nevasta, amanta, femeie de servici si cealalta

chiar daca rapperii comenteaza, oagarii

visul romanesc, copii, se poate indeplini

cine p**a mea mai crede ce-i pe la tv, bre

mefedrona e pe strazi si e mare sete

zero-zece, goa cluburile-astea sunt SF

cartoane neoane si multe chimicale, fraiere!

Chimie:

am o inima mare, un suflet imens, man

vrei bani? trag direct la cap, deci lasa vesta

filosof si jurnalist desi stiu ca-i proasta presa

printre cei mai buni si pentru unii-i proasta vestea

abreq-ad-habra e pe bune, nu-ti trag clapa

cand se trage clapa peste toba mare: Special Kappa

am o p**da care gateste, face parul cu placa

mananc peste cu paste, dau cu pumnii in taste

am una care tace, una-i taca-taca

da-i fierbinte ca lava, bagaboanta, tiganca

lasa lampa aprinsa, iti place otrava, vino la tata

pe nava lui chimie, sa vedem cum sta treaba

rap de chimicale, sex de animale

ne fu**m si ne lingem toata noaptea din picioare

viata mea-i un film si merita ecranizare

viata mea pe melodii e marea realizare

si ne fu**m si ne lingem pana-n zori de zi

tu ai munca, eu scriu poezii, deci pot sa dorm pe zi

la amandoi ne place cand te domin

cu fata la perete, mainile la spate, hai sa facem copiï!




Specii-Candy 2

Limb Bizkit - Ready To GO

Phantogram "When I'm Small" (from Eyelid Movies)

Graveworm - A Dreaming Beauty

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Jazzy Mood

Released on Perpetual Motion Machine Records 2002
Split 7" with Pg. 99
Contains 2 CTTS songs:
 "Patchwork Neurology", and "We're Sustained by the Corpse of a Fallen Constellation"
Recorded and mastered by Anthony Stubelek at Rockstudio in Brunswick GA


"Patchwork Neurology" from 2002 split 7" w/Pg.99

From 2004 full length "As the Roots Undo"
Released by Robotic Empire and Hyperrealist
Recorded and mastered by Anthony Stubelek at Rockstudio in Brunswick GA

Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mentionand surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'but the more I turn my face from the crowdthe more I feel my backs' increasingly compelledfor the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself,a knife of relief, from all the petty insightand finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night.Bored as fuck on this street corner-cover.study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a gamesurvielence of this language as the plague.the dimension of persistence condemns.This portrait of karma, crafted in accidenttext book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghostsand so we ran, like the wolves were biting,the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming"scratch my back and I will stab you in yours"so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marksbut I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own.Just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you.but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code,wary of this hallway lined with ghosts.Just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them intheir words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throwjust a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome themparasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mistthat we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat shit from our trembling hands.The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congressdeductively speaking, the polar of progresswell maybe I put too much faith in the accidententranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escapelet the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones,let them all feast. light as a feather, let the starving ghosts feastIn this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drip forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.


"Non Objective Portrait Of Karma" from As the Roots Undo 2004


From 2004 full length "As the Roots Undo"
Released by Robotic Empire and Hyperrealist
Recorded and mastered by Anthony Stubelek at Rockstudio in Brunswick GA

Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams, but these pills we found just make me sleep.
There's nothing quite so pure as the written word my dear, so lets have ourselves a little poem.
Until the will to speak loses urgency.
Our animal indecency in print is so blase.
Its about the bell tower, at the golden hour.
Angel of the spires climbs here steel cage staircase spine, angle of desire.
Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung by wrung.

Is it the rising roof line that makes me feel so swallowed whole,
or the way my body barely pricks the sky,
the same as a century's worth of virgin's blood that's passed through my longing veins,
scheming to convince my aching mind that pleasure's got nothing on the miracle of need.
Nothing's so purile as meter and rhyme when you can't see the ground from that ledge and this perch is so far, far from the nest.
Gravity doesn't grant me the privilege of failure my bough never breaks
I don't stumble into anything
so I climb and I carve my initials in the bark with that feather I found but its all so contrived.

My genes didn't bless me with the foresight of a sage but I know how this will end, in apologies and ink on the page.
A slowly constructed crow quilled confession of my spirit to all of you,
black waterproof ink scars the board, so hot-pressed, pristine and pure.
A slowly constructed manifestation of "to tremble",
as base as a bridge in a song and less like the poem that I promised you.
Nothing's so lurid as haiku-detat on sidewalks in white outlined chalk,
all I've got is this ink smeared lines.
With our voices in harmony, the offering, of a crow quilled threnody. 


"Crowquill" from As the Roots Undo 2004

From 2004 full length "As the Roots Undo"
Released by Robotic Empire and Hyperrealist
Recorded and mastered by Anthony Stubelek at Rockstudio in Brunswick GA

Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born.
Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture,
and if we beg to be put down, unto us the most inspired storm.
A princess ravaged by her prince behold; the birth of sex and distance, two frail corpses both were they, his eyes were the first to stray... every tree held fast the earth to sky.
Concrete replaces every branch and twig as they were frayed upon the birth of ambition. The heavens filled our gilded vessel with poison tears, before we drink, I propose a toast, a final prayer.
Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song.
Shaper, stop the music.
Halt the harp strings whose chords confuse our histories with textures.
With the disheartened chorus of a hymnal whose choir is the conviction of the starving, artless, tempted by the feast of proof that this body of work has worth.
Uncertain as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a piano's womb.
As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade, a shaper's song is stopped short- a dying breath a singing shore.
Then the only movement and the last remains of grace:
Pollen falling off the simple hinge joint leg upon the final breath of a dragonfly.
A cardinal, lost but headstrong in mid flight cries for our concrete rapture, wade...
in the water, wade. Let the flood swell, thank the storm for her tears.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will
but the fool knows what the prophets have seen, no salvation's impending.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will let the flood swell and the bodies that break we'll just float down the river. Stay tame, soft river, while we weigh our faith, stay sweet, run softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete.
Come and fill your lungs. Come and fill your lungs.
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
The faithful say its beautiful, its god's will, let the flood swell
on the loudspeaker sermons and a parish descending.
There's so much hope buried underneath tragedy, its the same shade as concrete.
Let the flood swell.


"Same Shade As Concrete" from As the Roots Undo 2004

From Self Titled Demo EP 2000
Recorded and mastered by Anthony Stubelek at Rockstudio in Brunswick GA

The demons swallowed treasures, replaced hymns with evil deeds scribed in chicken scratch compositions in the black halls beneath this filthy city. Laced with shit, this love affair all black hearts, and tragic heights. Keep on listening to our sanguine symphony. We'll keep conducting the color of midnight. When the muse whispers her forked tongue lulls me to sleep. 
You must be mistaken my darling. This is not the prelude to a kiss, this is obsession, void of aesthetics, lacking compassion, a disclaimer to the self, you sought your god in the tempest of self severed strings hammered out in the key of X.
This is the new cutting edge. Sixth sense limitations dragging me down. Your transcendence of nothing has fueled the flames of our choir. This is my therapy, singing the praises of razor wire.
Embrace the sweet sound of self destruction.
Wield words like knives and razor wire. A kiss goodbye is a kiss of death. Conducting our ballad with seven broken strings. A sound so sanguine until our ears bleed. Orchestrating until we bleed. 

"A Disclaimer To The Self" from self titled Demo Ep 2000

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Modestep - Snake

ii. Spirit Narrative 

Stalking the formless 
Collapse, 
She strings me along... 
Vapor trails, 
Disappearing tracks; 
Entanglement unwinds 
In threads of golden error. 
What strange attractors ahead, 
Lie awake in wait? 

Crossing this fertile 
Expanse, 
To commune with the life-less... 
Spirit narrative, 
Rite of passage; 
Progress is paralysis 
When poison is my path. 
I'm laid to rest, 
Just to rise again. 

Hell-bent circuits- 
Shadows speak through the frequencies. 
Heaven-sent asylum- 
One psychotic break and the veil recedes. 
Channeling devastating 
Revelations of the method 

From the other side of Somewhere. 
From the endless halls of Elsewhere. 

In some mythic story arc I wake; 
Hand pick your pleasure, feast, then fall from grace. 

Fabled 
Decline; 
Within 
The text 
Resides 
My next 
Shape Shift 
Time Slip. 

Listless, 
When the hammer drops. 
To be still, 
When the narrative breaks down. 
Holding centre 
Under shelter 
Of this altered state. 
At rest, 
In the restlessness 
That was forged 
In this state of changing phase. 
All structure failing: 
God's forsaken sanctuary. 

In field of view 
Her solid state 
Our passing tryst 
Just melts away 
Sublimate 
The Great Divide 
The Grand Design 
Defected 
Solidify 
The Great Divide 
Our cells collide 
The Grand Design 

Deserted- 
Demiurges running free. 
Arcing archangels- 
Only resonate out of sympathy. 
Summoning shocking 
Demonstrations of the method 

From the chambered heart of Nowhere 
(Where the feedback feeds on echoes). 

Baiting the feral 
Demise, 
On the heels of Culture... 
Another crippling analysis, 
Unraveled 
Dreams now interpret me, 
At the trail's end of this 
False Awakening.

Spirit Narrative (stand-alone version)

See No Future

GRAVEWORM - See No Future

33 - guilherme 97 - The Kill - 30 Second To Mars

New orginal track up: https://soundcloud.com/zzzxxxyyy666/do-you-like-me-demo


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Metaform - Electric Eyes (Studio Brussels Midnight Remix) ; 2012 Three Sixty Records

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Metaform - Electric Eyes (Studio Brussels Midnight Remix)

La première partie d'une reprise du groupe 30 Second to Mars. Je n'aime pas trop ce groupe mais je me suis amusé à personnaliser ce morceau. 

30 Second to Mars - The Kill Part 1

Kazi Ploae si Specii - Demonilor

Pg. 99 - living in the skeleton of a happy memory

RECORDED BY BILLY ANDERSON AT LA CHAPELLE, WAIMES
MIXED BY BILLY ANDERSON AT EVERYTHING HZ, Los angeles , USA

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AMENRA "Dearborn and Buried"

AMENRA "Nowena I 9.10"

Pg. 99 - A Sonnet To Both Ugly And Murderous

Pg. 99 - The Lonesome Waltz Of Leonard Cohen

Arrowhead as Epilogue from the upcoming full length "Decompositions Volume One"

Arrowhead As Epilogue

Deluxe edition of Captain Murphy's Duality.
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03 Mighty Morphin Foreskin (Prod. Flying Lotus)

Slipknot & Korn - Anger

Our new single 'She's Kinda Hot' is out now
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Unplugged

I Miss You (Unplugged)

Off Bloom 2012
Subpop Records

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Myth

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02.L'Usine A Disques ( Remix Duke Ellington & Louis Armstrong)

Limp Bizkit - Eat You Alive  (Full Cover)
Youtube Video - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEqNF7ah9nk

Vocals - Chris Padgett
https://soundcloud.com/chrispadgett

Guitar & Bass - Pony Sixfinger (Bob Jackson)
Programmed Drums & Mixing - Bob Jackson
https://soundcloud.com/bobster999

Lyrics...
Hey you, 
Mrs. I don't know what the fuck your name is 
I'm drawn to you, something's magnetic here 
If I could approach you or even get close to the scent 
That you left behind, I'd be fine 
No doubt that you bring out the animal inside 

I'd eat you alive [x4] 

Hey you, 
Mrs. doing good to look my way and that's cool 
You want nothing at all to do with me, but I want you 
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting you cause I'm a man 
And I can think what the hell I want, you got that straight 
No doubt that I'd love to sniff on them panties now 

I'd eat you alive [x4] 

I'm sorry, so sorry 
Your beauty is so vain
It drives me, yes it drives me 
Absolutely insane 

I just wanna look at you 
I just wanna look at you
I just wanna look at you all day 
There ain't nothing wrong, no 
There ain't nothing wrong with that 

Once you seep in
Under my skin
There's nothing, there's nothing in this world that could wash you away 
Once you seep in yeah
Under my skin 
There's nothing, there's nothing in this world that could wash you away... 

I'm sorry, so sorry (damn, you're so hot) 
Your beauty is so vain (damn, you're so hot) 
It drives me, yes it drives me 
Absolutely insane 

I'd eat you alive [x5]

This is a cover... I claim no rights to the original track written and performed by Limp Bizkit.

"Non Objective Portrait Of Karma" from As the Roots Undo 2004

Circle Takes The Square