103.3 The Wave Presents Overman's BONNAROO MEGA-MIX

[Verse 1]
"Man is a rope stretched between beast and overman,"
Nietzsche wrote in the storm, in the dark.
We kill with one hand, with the other we paint the stars,
Torn apart, a fractured work of art.

[Verse 2]
Burroughs whispered, "A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what’s going on,"
And oh, we know—the bombs, the blood, the neon dawn.
Yet Kerouac howled, "The only truth is music,"
So we dance in the ruins, lost in the mystic.

[Chorus]
Oh, we’re fire and dust, love and rust,
Creators and killers, in God we distrust.
The womb and the grave, the poem and the knife,
Forever at war—shadows and light.

[Verse 3]
The soldier writes home in the trenches at night,
His fingers still trembling, his soul half-alive.
"What's broken can't mend," but the artist still tries,
To stitch up the world with ink and with lies.

[Bridge]
"We are all doomed," but then—what’s the use?
The painter still dreams, the poet breaks loose.
The war never ends, but neither does spring,
The children still laugh, the church bells still ring.

[Chorus]
Oh, we’re fire and dust, love and rust,
Creators and killers, in God we distrust.
The womb and the grave, the poem and the knife,
Forever at war—shadows and light.

[Outro]
So hold the beast back, let the angel take flight,
Or burn in the chaos, blind in the night.
But if you must choose—then create, don’t destroy,
For the world’s already drowning in noise.

Dust and light

This will be the final tribute to Magma, who mean so much to us. Our daughter stands at the gates of war, holding her head high alongside her partner and their six-month-old baby girl. We must sing against war, against chaos—and for humanity to break free from this infernal cycle of destruction. This is a cry of invocation against the forces of Thanatos and the weaknesses that lead us to abandon our instincts for life. We must carry this strength within us—forever!

Oh, Cassandra, seer of the night,
You saw the war, you knew the fight.
Murdered for the truth you told,
Now the storm begins to roll.

[Kobaïan Chant – Pre-Chorus]
"Zëss! Mührdah kréh nah…
Dün wälda, sëh kobaïa…"
(Rising male choir in layered harmonies)

[Chorus]
Oh, the fury, oh, the dread,
Burning bright where hate was fed.
At the gates, we stand and stare,
Into the dark, into despair.

[Verse 2]
Two lost tribes, a fractured land,
A sickness grown by vengeful hands.
Like a tumor, old and deep,
Woken now from cursed sleep.

[Kobaïan Chant – Interlude]
"Ïssa! Dün mahntör gah…
Kräehn dëh lüms, zühn dëh fah!"
(Call-and-response between female lead and male choir, rhythmic & primal)

[Chorus]
Oh, the fury, oh, the dread,
Burning bright where hate was fed.
At the gates, we stand and stare,
Into the dark, into despair.

[Verse 3]
The borders hum with silent rage,
A script rehearsed, a bloodstained stage.
No reason left, just hollow cries,
Beneath the weight of poisoned skies.

[Kobaïan Bridge – Climactic Surge]
"YÜH! Mahktë gah rï-ïa…
Söhlm dün wëhr, kobaïa!
ZANG! Lüm dëh trëh-ëh…
Cassandra… WËHDAH!"
(Chaotic choir crescendo with saxophone wails and distorted guitars)

[Final Chorus – Hybrid]
Oh, the fury ("Zëss!"), oh, the dread ("Kréh nah!"),
Burning bright where hate was fed ("Dün wälda!").
At the gates, we stand and stare…
Into the dark—"KOBAÏA!"

[Outro – Whispered Kobaïan Lament]
"Cassandra sleeps… (Söhlm dëh fah)
No one learns… (Zühn dëh lüms)…"
(Fades into dissonant brass and gong)

Kassandra

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