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Artist description
And there was a nation
that grew from destruction
and they just can't picture
a way to rebuild themselves
as they scratch blisters
and waste away photographs
reaching their walls far away.
and I am the angel
that can't play the trumpet
and shatter the eardrums
of warm waiting mortals
as they sit there waiting
and crying for mercy
the one thing that I cannot give.
so sing me a song now
of hope and misfortune
and hear these words ringing
where I used to wander
the hills of my homeland
all covered with sorrow
and break all my teeth with your fists.
for I am the anger
remote and abruptly
I pull out the carpet
and send you all tumbling
like pins on an alley
or penguins on polar ice
laughing as you fall away.
I rolled in your pleasure
and lived without meaning
all joyful in ignorance
pleasant with sadness
I fought by not fighting
and won with my subtlety
staying afloat is no crime.
now I drown in my sorrows
and fight away suicide
eating the future
with nachos and lemonade
dreaming of voices
that just like yours used to sound
now
so far
away
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Music Style
Ambient |
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Musical Influences
Meat Market, Vesicant, c:y r:x, sczcur |
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Similar Artists
Unknown |
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Artist History
Meaningless in context. Who would really want to know? |
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Group Members
Alexander Bach |
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Instruments
Hums, whistles, pops, hisses and the occasional thump. |
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Albums
Looking to the Sky |
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Location
New Haven, CT - USA |
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