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Vertigo
06:16
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Climbing all this way up just to get this?
If the sky is a king, chaos Is my queen
The latter lacks perception, but activates prophecies
The subjects, all the same pieces of mud in the plains
Feel the betrayed promises merging into a single version
The reign of confusion establishes beauty
Makes you crawl on your knees for the best illusions
Rare like clean ivory
Heights without tension
Leaving a trail of brilliant flesh where mind meets agony
Rare like behaving children in an aisle full of games and candies
My head tries to level But the bottom keeps getting closer to me
Nature’s path is unwritten -or maybe I can’t read
But I get the story
Inside
High!
Now the end I see as the bottom reaches closer to me...
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2. |
Cracks & Mirror
03:34
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No need to panic I’ll get what’s needed
The name of the girl sounds like a flower
The paper cut is too thin I can’t handle
It seems it all falls on the floor in the kitchen
I’m down Look at the mirror
The flight rig bought in a pawnshop
The dream
The weather
The meat
And the mother
I’m awake, but deeply lost in a dream
The window shakes, but my reflection is still
I wander, but this land is unreal
The curtain falls revealing the same old scheme
I’m down
Look at the mirror
The flight rig sold in a pawnshop
The colours and the shapes
Dark is the hour, I’m an ape
The flowers and the shades
It all turns blue out of the grey
Oooh! I feel good!
So light and heavy,
Like a feather in a block
All my memories locked
I feel better
I’m down
Look at the mirror
The flight rig stolen in the pawnshop
I’m down
Look at the mirror
It filters dreams and delusions
The colours and the shapes
Dark is the hour, I’m an ape
The flowers and the shades
It all turns blue out of the grey
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3. |
Chiskar
03:46
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The dark stairs under the sun
That’s where it all begun
Elliptic guiles and disguises
When tornado lies
These boots were made for sleeping
Those wings for dying
The needle and the flame
Now all the forks are to blame
These are the magic sands
They keep burning in my hands
Don't try to walk away from the Sandman
Or you’ll turn into him
At the magic hour
When all the lights and the colours
Form a tragic landscape
Divinities apprehend
The interior fight
The eternal flight
All the magic in the colours
Makes so special the hour
All the time spent with the mud
All the pleasures and the scrubs
Rub as gently as you can
You are alone at the end
Praise my charms
Hone my wisdom
Levitate is a must You can’t stare in the dust
Praise my charms
Hone my wisdom
There is no such pain as burning sands in my hands
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4. |
W?AT O.D.
03:57
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Listen and report right when the task is due
Sunset kills my tongue, now skills are gone
Underwave it’s still and good
Picture for me so I can steal the grace of yours
Nature burns, I feel serenity
Meaning can’t just be still-life
Even in the depths light turns blind
Emptiness is the vessel of short lives
Circular thoughts are spinning forever
The mud of knowledge slows us down
Pieces of evidence & lack of faith
From lava we’re forging the stone of alliance
That stone is a test
Teeth might wait
Time presses hard, but valves aren’t leaking
They’re closing fast
I wish those gates are the same old ones
I’ve mastered the brake-in
« No one cares how much you know until they know how much you care”
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Monocerotis
03:48
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AAAaargh!
Aaarghhh!
AAAaaaaargh!
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6. |
Bending Waters
04:29
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While it distorts along the wavelength
Saccading mindtwist on a bookshelf
The truth in the eyes of the believer
Is a knife in the wise man’s head
Just a move, just one turn
You are a fool you must be undercover
If a monkey can spread the leaf
The tree must tease those who believe
My mind can’t bare the silky truth
Mouth-watering breast
I cry,
I can’t stand the fact that I’m bleeding red
I drink the juice,
the omen tool of all Gods
Now I think you may be right,
I believe you are divine
Water level sets it all; there is no curve after all
Now nothing should bend but your knees
Forever silent you must be
If my only true Lord accepts you
You’ll have a vision with the hues
But decay will be set at short
If you can’t help but think athwart
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7. |
Gates Of Kurnugi
08:22
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Seek me through deserts and sealess lands
‘Cause I’m drying out my pain
The only richness I have left
Is a salt mine on my skin
Don’t you wonder why?
Take me to my Golgota
Bring Libitina to me
I wanna hie to the other side
But I am stucked at the gate
I need to fight hard
Memories sometimes decide
Commotion hardly leads my fate
Now thinking otherwise
Now my eyes are wide opened
As I can see through the gate
While castle elevates
Cemeteries integrate
Vows and gazes will always be facing the gates of Kurnugi
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Godhead Lizard Quebec City, Québec
Godhead Lizard formed in 2016 as an instrumental trio with the premise of being as heavy as possible. The raw, unpolished, organic sound of the band found its voice in 2017 when Vince joined. Although crude, unrefined, imperfect but nonetheless sincere and direct, Godhead Lizard is spreading fuzz ever since. ... more
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