Tolles Elektro-Rock-Kraut 🎹🎸😎 !!!

Great fuzz. Reminds me of 'Nag Nag Nag' by Cabaret Voltaire.

It sound like a wind blowing in the desert!cool!

love love the artwork, sound is good too :)

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Golden Parchment

Original Song
by Phil Dutton & Les Corlett

Lyrics

I'm a man of peace,
At war with myself.
I tamed the beast,
On my knees I knelt.

There's some distraction,
There's something wrong.
I don't need the attention,
To carry on.

The streets are burning,
The World's gone mad.
My heart's still yearnin',
For what we once had.

We cry in frustration,
Scream if you need.
Black smoke I'm chokin',
I need to breath.

If we could make a difference,
Would anybody care.
Some people seem to lose their way,
But they're neither here or there.

We've forgotten who we are now,
We run like rabid dogs.
We struggle in misfortune,
And we're missing what we lost.

We're ordinary people,
Living ordinary lives.
What the hell brought us to this?
We've fallen for the same old lies.

Please someone tell me,
If I'm only dreaming?
Wake me from the nightmare,
That we're in.

If peace and love and harmony,
Is something worth fighting for.
Why are we on the verge,
Of another civil war?

Can anyone make some sense of this?
Please help us if you can.
Like millions I am lost,
And I don't understand.

I'm a man of peace,
At war with myself.
But it's still not as bad,
As what we're doing to ourselves.

At War With Myself

AT WAR WITH MYSELF

Really? I just wanted to play with hand pans.


Mastered by @claytownproductions

Hypnotic Harmonics

How deep does it go? Make a kind incision.
Draw a sigil with my index finger in division
Of your wings in a gentle attack
From the nape of your neck to the small of your back.
Electricity. The spark inside your spinal column
Make you quiet as the atmosphere has sanctified and sound is solemn.
And I recall em from the time of regret.
You can call me your servant. You can call me your pet.

And you can savour the truest way to love they neighbour.
Succumb Divinity, insinuate you love they labour.
I saw a vision of conspiring fates
In the shapes that make up your beautiful face.
There's no percentage or residential benefits
Or real way to quantify the overwhelming evidence
That the severance from entropy leads to the station
Of pleasant forms of sensory deprivation.

No more relief. Relief's not needed.
Satisfied with the sway of the space.
When you're stroking my hair with your hand on my waist. Love it.
All thoughts and movements are correct.
Many times when I felt misaligned.
I was waiting for you. I was outta my mind.

Little black camisole. Ankle socks. Petticoat.
Medical manacles, cannibal pentacles, honeycomb.
Money gone stockings. Chemical sentinel walking.
No need to talk but a mental will to stop watching.
In the comical, experience the serious.
I want it dominant. I want imperious.
I want authority's hand. I want your governance.
I am the coveted. You're the covetous.

Limited hours. Devour your stimulants now for intimate powers.
Allow your sentiment down. No cynical flowers. 
No cowering. Elegant.
Trace the lines of the dour to the roots of your skeleton.
And now we're dead again. What's the etiquette?
Are we mannequins? Are we feminine?
Doesn't matter 'cause I feel no need for penitence.
Another renaissance. Another specimen
______________
Samples 
1. Dvořák, Symphony No. 9, Conducted by Georg Solti for the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. London Records.

Sigil

прохладой вечера - буря

From FICAR BRUXA /// TO GET WITCHED

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Acid Witchblood (FICAR BRUXA Album)

25-02-10

Original song by Mia (Miper): https://soundcloud.com/miper/last-call-morten-jeamland-miper-1

Last Call (Remix 2025)

Hot Jammin' In An Icy World

Original Song
by Phil Dutton & Les Corlett

Lyrics

What, option do I have?
When love, was never meant to last.
What other reason, do you need?
I've given up, ever sayin' please.

Please don't ever lose your faith in me,
I'll come through some day and you will see.
That all I've needed was a chance,
To tell you how I feel.

It's not easy, being this stupid,
It comes down to,
The things you see in me.

Let's pretend like we are strangers,
Cast adrift,
The way we're meant to be.

Thank you for your cool appraisal,
I'll shake it off,
And be the best that I can be.

Suddenly the room got colder,
I feel your breath upon my shoulder.
A whispered word,
Please tell me that I'm free.

What option do I have?
I'm just too scared,
To turn and face you,
And I can't replace you.

SNAGGLETOOTH

WHAT OPTION DO I HAVE

ICH FRESS MICH GERN
PUNK KOTELETTS
MIT'M KRAUTROCK
JA JA JA JA

--

100% Caustic.

Artwork: "Self-portrait as an Empty Thing", rendered in Mandelbulber.

Wie Gewachsen

Retreat to the forest in the mist

Retreat to the Forest in the Mist

"Ormebol for Svarte Sjeler" 

Bakgrunnstøyen hyler som forgiftede tunger
Her i hjertet av Bergen spres pesten
Stanken av metamfetamin og karri fyller lungene
Blandt gjenferd og paralyserte menneskevrak

Stemmen på innsiden forvris til det ugjenkjennelige
Hvis du er levende begravd i ditt eget sinn, velg selvmord

I ti år har tiden rent sakte forbi
En elv av smerte ført ut i et iskaldt vann
Redsler hvisket vekk under lyset fra månen
Et lik forlatt i en av hennes mange regnfulle gater

Ti år har gått, fengslet, begravd, lenket, innestengt
En orm som meg vil dø uten sol
Og nå er friheten kommet
En svart flamme kaster skygger på veggen

Hvis du er levende begravd i ditt eget sinn, velg selvmord
Stemmen på innsiden forvris til det ugjenkjennelige

(Hører ulver som hyler mot månen)
Hører ord som pisker gjennom stormen
Jeg kan høre stemmen til høstvinden
Svart sjel, et svart sinn
Og en svart flamme kaster skygger på veggen

Min sjel er svart, mitt blod er svart
En svart flamme kaster skygger på veggen

Written and Recorded 06.09.2019

Lyrics, Guitars, Vocals and Bass by "Orm" (Jørgen Frøderberg Tvedt)
www.instagram.com/hrorm/
twitter.com/Hr_Orm
www.metal-archives.com/artists/Orm/208126
Drums by "Nechtan" (Wanja Gröger)
www.instagram.com/wanjanechtangroeger/
nb-no.facebook.com/NechtanDrummer/
twitter.com/wanjadrums
www.wanjanechtangroeger.com/

Art by Multimedia Designer Roger Joakimsen in Bergen, Norway
English Lyrics by Google Translate :)

The Snakepit For Black Souls

The background noise howls like poisoned tongues
Here in the heart of Bergen the plague spreads
The stench of methamphetamine and curry fills the lungs
Among the ghosts and paralyzed human wrecks

The voice on the inside is distorted to the unrecognizable
If you are buried alive in your own mind, choose suicide

For ten years, time has passed slowly
A river of pain led into icy water
Horrors whispered away under the light from the moon
A corpse left in one of her many rainy streets

Ten years have passed, imprisoned, buried, chained, locked in
A snake like me will die without sun
And now freedom has come
A black flame casts shadows on the wall

If you are buried alive in your own mind, choose suicide
The voice on the inside is distorted to the unrecognizable

(Hear wolves howling against the moon)
Hear words whipping through the storm
I can hear the voice of the autumn wind

Black soul, a black mind
And a black flame casts shadows on the wall

My soul is black, my blood is black
A black flame casts shadows on the wall

Syringe Pentagram

Ormebol For Svarte Sjeler

Själen
1.
Inget Består
Det Kommer Aldrig Att Bli Vår
På En Lerig Stig Jag Går
Ingen Vid Min Sida
 Alltid Någon Som Vill Mig Pina
Den Brunnen Kommer Aldrig Att Sina
Ref.
Om Du tittade i min Själ
Då Skulle Du Förstå
Du Skulle För alltid Tro På Mig
Du Skulle Se Ett Ljus Som Finns I Mig
Jag Bär Ett Ljus Ända Tills Döden Tar Mig
2.
Bara En Skepnad
Som Svävar Över Mörka Vatten
Han Lägger Sin Hand På Min Axel
Det Är Han Som Är Furste
Han Skall Ta Mig Till Sitt Rike
Där Skall Jag Sväva Likt ett Ljus I Mörker
Ref.
3.
Vid En Grav Jag Står 
Men Jag Lägger Inte Något Ris
Jag Kommer Ihåg Det Som Var Igår
När Jag Lämnar Detta Jordeliv
I Ett Träd Jag Föds På Nytt
Ni Kan Inte Ta Mitt Liv
Jag Finns Kvar Ändå
Ref.

Själen

Aflame On Stygian Wings

Aberth - Mortal Flesh Prison (2020 Black Metal)

Annoyingly pretentious shmuck.



(header image rendered in POV-Ray; human figure model by Ben Houston; TRS plug model by Søren Peo Pedersen; speaker model by Laurent Glodt)

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Wie Gewachsen

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