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Lyrics:
Enduring folly
Blended culling
Narrow falling
Callous crawling
I'm only holding on to a normal life
I'm holding on to the brightest nights of my sombre drive
Prosperity, fumble to death
Ambitions are enough for me
Stay close to my dreams
Straying further away from grief
Touched by familial hands
And burnt by the cynical minds of liars
Affiliate, go then to drown in a cataract
To see what accolades await
Impoverished shone the years you gave
Sense poverty, writhe on the crest
Indifference cower the best of you
Unto a shimmering loss
A reverence to behold
the sight of a mental rebirth
Oh how you'll freeze on the taiga floor
To be held by the woods
Follow, bleed high
Let the tourniquet hang through his flesh
Marrow greed fly
Poisoned, the wounds in his spine
Wallow, knee grind
Let him stumble and fall down in a crawl
Tail low, full bind
In the void of his own he will bawl
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Rest I
01:04
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Lyrics:
There is the tint of yellow to your focus hiding away
Do not mistake my reading, I've seen this a thousand times before
Dead on one's feet, and still drone on repeat, bygone intermit
What a boneless reflection, honed imperfection to shine upon your passage
Argentate, charcoalesque
is the echo of your burn
“She reached higher and higher
wince, constrict, shivered daylight
She dared not admire
the brooding shred of blight”
Do not shatter
This shame is a frame you can drain
You'd stay neck bent
Gazing at
Death clutching your forehead, blood glued to your doorway, curled to the floor
Sweat frozen on collar, drape covered in fire, indefinite hue
You won’t know either lies nor will you compromise anymore
What a relief, to toss all you believe, to cross any who lives to mourn, there is a price to pay
Austere, deep cyan
is your silence unreturned
Press, distort, reverb shrill, relay
Clamp, caned, stop, ring, breath, drill, bore, strain
Breach, burn, sidestep, blinds out, sun flare
Crane crash, train smoke, churn, burn, burn, burn
Higher and higher, tiresome mire
Stretched out through a rugged conch shell
Chest constraint, eye rend, closed faint heart
Mellow grain, holed brain, sore earlobe
Screech, turn, phase shift, bone curl, haze rift
Crane crash, train smoke, churn, burn, burn, burn
Higher and higher, tiresome mire
Stretched out through a rugged conch shell
Wider and wider, brighter and brighter
This caustic compiler dressed me down in solitude
Would that my tint of yellow could unharm me, clear of disdain
Ill heard from my polychrome, read between lines a hopeful conceit
I am dead on my feet, encased in my defeat and surely you’ll see
How my tinnitus, cold limitless hours, anchors on my eardrums; casts away my life
Abrasive, with an off-white shine
Calls the end of my turn
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Rest II
00:58
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Lyrics:
Incinerate, dim degenerate
Never saw the higher road above
There was no collapse of the terraneous brine
The neck didn’t turn in the wake of his pain
“My arrival,
My departure -
Two simple passings
That got entangled.
Empty-handed
I entered.
Barefoot I will leave it.”
Brought to old age before time
A deep grief spun his thread of days
A mind and heart home to grimy spiders’ webs
Whose mindless arrogance and violence reached to the iron sky
Subject to men who would far rather eat themselves
Than to give anything to another
Greedy are the men who cast their daisies in bronze
Words, let flown each to each,
Met midways and sliced
The void in aimless flight
Over the churned-up ground,
He would never be nothing as much as this
Endless times, time, time and again,
He worked to nullify their hatred in his heart
And thus he felt the heat of infinity
“My arrival,
My departure -
Two simple passings
That got entangled.
Empty-handed
I entered.
Barefoot
I will leave it.”
Words, let flown each to each,
Met midways and sliced
The void in aimless flight
Over the churned-up ground,
he would never be nothing as much as this
Endless times, time, time and again,
He worked to nullify their hatred in his heart
And so he leapt the one leap of them all -
“He who enters knows only his arrival
He who goes knows only his end.
To be saved from the chasm
Why cling to the cliff?
Clouds floating low
Never know where the breezes will blow them.
In blank space only to warp and soar
And come down with the roar of thunder to the sea.”
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Rest III
00:50
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Lyrics:
The eyes of others, our prison;
Their thoughts, our cage
If I dive deeper I shall reach the truth
Of the beauty from which the world is so soon to perish
All grown about with weeds, bound with briars
As an experience, madness is triumphant
Spiralling head-space plunged in and out of depth
Strafing the waters, I am not in control of this
“Dearest,
I feel certain I am going mad again
I feel we can’t go through another one of those terrible times
And I shan’t recover this time
The voices are back now,
And I can’t concentrate
So I am doing what seems the best thing to do
You have given me the greatest joy
You have been in every way all that anyone could be
The voices are louder and louder and louder
I can’t fight it any longer
I know that I am spoiling your life
That without me, you could work
And you will, I know
You see, I can’t even write this properly
I can’t read
What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you
You have been entirely patient with me
I wish for you to know this as well -
If anybody could have saved me it would have been you
I don’t think two people could have been happier until this disease came
I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer
I’m certain no other two people could have been happier than us
I feel that I am going mad again
I owe all the happiness of my life to you
The voices are back now, and I can’t concentrate
You have been in every way all that anyone could be
The voices are louder, and I must see the waters”
So much wasted ink
Although processed I think
Did I colour all this?
Another poem unsigned
I have all reason to shake
Two heads on one body
Doesn’t make for length of life
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Rest IV
01:09
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Messier 16 Oslo, Norway
The Oslo based group Messier 16 was founded in 2017 by Jonas. The band now consists of the following quintet: Jonas Ulrik Eide on guitars, Sondre M. Svalastog on vocals, Laszlo Juhos on drums, Aleksander Ilievski on guitars and Nicoló Cavallaro on bass. ... more
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