Name: A Comet's Lecture by Putti
Duration: 3 min 26 s
Description: And I turned while sleeping, when they told me we're gonna die

sialia

Barsaate (Downtempo Version)

Cult Of The Apocalypse

As If It Never Even Happened

for nothing to happen takes forever

And I turned while sleeping, when they told me we're gonna die


A Comet's Lecture

Uncomfortably Comfortable

Para Lia - Soap Bubble Dreams
from the album 'Soap Bubble Dreams'
paralia.bandcamp.com/

words and music by René Methner, Copyright 2019
mix and production: René Methner
mastering: Thomas Heimann-Trosien, TurnstyleMastering, Berlin

the crowd is ecstatic
the hands are lifted
a crowd of tools

a new messias
shines on us                                 
and explains the rules

it's getting better
we climb all ladders
who gets fooled again?

call it religion
fanatic missions
fill your boots

stroke the fears and
preach salvation
let the demons loose

but does it matter?
we're deeply shatterd
who gets fooled again?

we travel in those trial balloons
soapbubble dreams that ends too soon
when the last of us
reaches the gates of the moon

Soap Bubble Dreams

Para Lia - Soap Bubble Dreams

Years have past since the last release of those alternative rockers from Lebkuchen-City. Five years they almost got lost in the well known doom of a daft rock’n’roll band. Growing fame and easy money came with too many drugs and beautiful women, followed by drug problems and less beautiful women, musical and individual differences, lineup changes, a tribute album und finally the buzz faded out. Some have rumoured the band had already taken its last breath, but hey! Surprise, surprise: They are still there. And regardless of the consequences, weight problems and loss of hair they’re still standing on stage, sweating and playing their hearts out, until the devil takes them.

Not the next big thing, no hype, no bullshit, just guitar, bass and drums and rock for sure. We can't do something else, but that's what we can do right.
Call it Indie, Alternative, Retro or Post or New or whatever?
Why should we care as long as the crowd is moving their arses!

Subwave - Ruby Tuesday

Intro:

I manifest violence,
Born by collision of mass,
Projecting unto all those who follow me,
I use my influence to breed.
I create their anger, 
I create their will to be,
I command them by blood to cause suffering,
I am the hatred; I live.


Chorus:

I will return from which I have came by any means, 
For too long I have spent away from the one that I held dear, 
I do not wish to be isolated any longer, 
Looking upon my beloved from afar,
He's given rise to many lifeforms over the millenniums,
But none have the scope to bring me back to Earth ,
None have spoken words until these hairless monkeys came, 
They'll say the words to start my return.


Verse 1:

I am part of all yet incomplete, 
The final piece is a host of human meat,
(Sever the soul,) 
Sever the darkness from within, 
Give me control of this life now mine to live .
Plant the seed of fate to turn their love into my hate, 
Immortal I will become to cross the void alone.
They all don't know that I will not show them any mercy, 
I will use them to fulfill the prophecy. 
Bow to me my fucking minions, 
I want you on your knees to fucking worship me.


Chorus:

I will return from which I have came by any means, 
For too long I have spent away from the one that I held dear, 
I do not wish to be isolated any longer, 
Looking upon my beloved from afar,
He's given rise to many lifeforms over the millenniums,
But none have the scope to bring me back to Earth ,
None have spoken words until these hairless monkeys came, 
They'll say the words to start my return.


Verse 2:

They are so mindless, these dimwitted creatures will obey, 
I will seep my will into the eyes that gaze upon me,
Their curiosities will lead to them to worship me, 
All shall bath in my aura of divinity. 
They'll see me as loving God and as the one who has given them life .
I'll appear as a benevolent God and the creator of all.
Then I shall control every aspect of their worthless lives, 
They will utter the words that'll set free from this cosmic cell.
Bow to me my fucking minions, 
I want you on your knees to fucking worship me.


Chorus:

I will return from which I have came by any means, 
For too long I have spent away from the one that I held dear, 
I do not wish to be isolated any longer, 
Looking upon my beloved from afar,
He's given rise to many lifeforms over the millenniums,
But none have the scope to bring me back to Earth ,
None have spoken words until these hairless monkeys came, 
They'll say the words to start my return.


Latin Bit:

Unicus deam descendere in tenebris habitet 
lux vestra ad nos est pascere non amplius; 
Benedícat te sanctum iter nostrum ut lux 
noctis 


Re-Intro:

It manifests violence,
Born by collision of mass,
Projecting unto all those who follow it,
It uses influence to breed.
It creates our anger, 
It creates our will to be,
It commands us by blood to cause suffering,
It is the hatred; It lives.

Blood Moon EP

It Lives

It's back! Due to the unanticipated success of this song last year, I decided to revisit it and clean/spice it up. Enjoy.

The song was inspired by those conversations you have with someone who is concerned about you because you look upset or are crying, and are persistent in talking to you about the root; when the reality was you were merely cutting onions. 

Morale of the song, don't scapegoat onions and if you need to talk to someone, do so, because it isn't healthy to keep your troubles in your heads.

Lyrics:

Gordon:
"Gripping, the butt of the knife, its nice a weighted and therefore, its going to make slicing the onion a lot easier. (pause)
This right here is the root, that's absolutely crucial, leave that on there, if you cut that off, the onion will start to bleed and you'll start crying rapidly."

Me:
I cut myself today
And the tears they were not late
As they were there beforehand
Since the morning 
When I cut my finger 
Cutting onions

Cutting onions
My favourite cladding
And firsthand excuses
And favourite pastime is 
Cutting onions

You see me crying
You say im lying 
When I try to confess
With no success that im 
Cutting onions

Cutting onions
Cutting onions
My favourite leisure
And panacea
Is Cutting Onions
Slice up my senses leave me defenseless
When I’m 
Cutting Onions

Who am i kidding?
When i say i'm cutting onions!
Cause we all know that i'm truly cutting

Myself
Cutting Onions

.....
Gordon's Sample:
https://youtu.be/dCGS067s0zo?t=1

Also:
red onions > white onions

Cutting Onions (feat. Gordon Ramsay)

After 9 years, I think this is respectably done. It captures the cinematic grand sonic landscape in my head and presents a clear wall of sound.

Written: 2011
Developed: 2018
Finished: September 2020


The song began with creating a strange modulated guitar effect using step filters, from there the main build up was crafted. I had my friend Theo Stone jam with me on day in 2011 and he added in that synth riff you hear at the beginning. What you hear is the original recording of that as I love the tone and have no idea how we achieved it. We ran a piano through a guitar amp and pedal-board and then straight into the auxiliary-in on my computer and that was that.

This has been my most challenging track yet to mix and I think its finally done as I’m happy with the balance. ***Now in 2020, ive finally gotten the mix to a solid spot.

I hope you enjoy it!

Repertoire:

Guitar, Bass, Drums, Production: MHankus (aka me)
Piano: Theodore Stone

Overture

An explorative DIY band. 8-track production.

A Comet's Lecture

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