Instrumental Acoustic Rock. "Six minute banger from a six-string guitar".

Loco Carnaval

"November". New Asarmoth single 2024. Guitars, Bass, Drums programming by GIGI CASINI. Keyboards ans Piano by FARZ.

November

Doomsayer

D-Cold Ballad

A song about knowing the limitations or losing them or something entirely different#

https://youtu.be/B4ArrMEyshs?si=_DxUGCosdVVx90Ql

Lyrics
Face the fear 
you love the most
just to feed the devil
that is your host
bleed your past
nostalgic ghosts
cos there’s nothing better
than those not chose

You need someone to stop you
but you got no one to hold back your hand 
from cashing out and in on crazy 
so it’s up to me to steer our ship to dry land
not quicksand
it’s in my hands
and on my hands

When a sickened sound
scars dirty minds
keep playing clowns
with a vicious smile
facing forwards
in twisted lines
to cheat the shadows
where sun don’t shine

But you need someone to stop you (we all need someone)
but you got no one to hold back your hand (your hand)
from cashing out and in on crazy 
so it’s up to me to steer our ship to dry land
not quicksand

But you’re not a victim in vain this time
we all know that you’re no fool
it’s just your half cup’s full of half empty
cos your demon’s are way too cool

But we all need someone to stop you (we all need someone)
but we got no one to hold back our hands (it’s your hand your hand)
from cashing out and in on crazy (does crazy save me)
so it’s up to me to steer our ship to dry land
not quicksand
it’s in my hands
and on my hands
these empty hands
it’s in our hands


Hand (we all need someone)

Viking Viken

Laborratte

One and Only

Paul Amlehn - Text, vocal, music, editing, mixing, production
Paul Freeman - Vocal, electronic erosions, choir oxidation
Alice Dupree - Vocal
The Hamina Choir - Voices
Brian Eno and Paul Schmidt - Oblique Strategies
Hugo Simberg - Painting

Lyrics:

We do the strangest things
To each other.
We do the strangest things
To each other.

Now
Feel the absence.
Now 
Taste the damage.

I have learned to enjoy
Hurting you
I learned this from you.

You get a sexual thrill
From making me suffer.

Your nervous system
Lights up
Like a pinball machine
When you abuse me.

Now 
Taste the damage.

It hurt.
And because it hurt, it meant something.
And because it meant something, it was beautiful.
And because it was beautiful, it was holy.
And because it was holy, the angels spoke of it.

Wounded Angels

Late at night he sees her face,
A reminder of his sin,
Forever more,
He feels her scorn,
Writhe beneath the skin,
Down hollow halls,
He hears her calls,
The echos of her weeps,
Until this day,
He'll see her ghost,
Pull him from his sleep,

Can they start again,
or does it all just end,
Together till the end,
Until it starts again

Doomsayer

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