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This is the sadness of the rich white kids
An anthology of meaningless fights
A fashionable anti-fashion stance for you
A sellout witch hunt for the others
As if we were carrying the world’s burden
As our eyes were the wettest
But how can’t we see they’re only
Gold drops in an ocean of misery
Am I freer cause I’m a godfree scumbag?
We’re out of step with the world, but I swear
It’s easier when you’re the one deciding not to belong
I swear it’s worse when you aren’t choosing your stigmata
Roads aren’t the longest while going town to town
Borders aren’t that bad when crossed for noise and poetry
This is the sadness of the rich white kids.
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This ain’t marianas trench
But who cares if it’s deep enough?
You can still stay on the bench
The landing might be rough
You better keep your bathing cap
Some of us lost their hair
Go back to the wooden board
There’s no way you climb up there
‘Cause this is where we dive
Head first! Head first!
This is where you die.
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7:38
02:08
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An early phone call and everything fades
A sobbing voice and you already know
Did the earth stopped turning
Or is your soul spinning backward ?
0-dark-hundred might be shattering
All around is the devil and the black blue sea
Your worst fears are weaker than you are
No option but to bear down
You never knew how strong you were
You’ll miss them forever
And you’ll never be the same again
But in the end your worst fears are weaker than you are
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Like the Argus far behind the Medusa
A glow in the gloom filling their heart
She touched my soul and made it dance
A quiet sea with a few waves moving in harmony
Naked and dying, her hand on my ribs
I’m dwelling in the shelter of the Most High
[Renz]
Take off your hand
You don't need me no longer
I know why you're holding me I am not the first
You are not insane
It's your pragmatic answer
You think you can win
Even if you're cursed
Let me slip in the water
Watch my soul dance
To the dark abyss
And let you drive into this
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5. |
Climbing Parnassus
03:40
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To get closer to the sky we might disappear
In a colossus of rock and ice as a coffin
Just to feel the harmonies of the spheres
To experience the vibration of heaven
Frozen hands and frayed ropes
The route is rough and so are we
We’re climbing Parnassus
We’ll find our way up
We’re going for the sky, but we won’t plant our flag
And if the end is nigh, we won’t plant our flag.
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6. |
Ausfahrt 34
01:48
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[Flo]
Blinded by the shine
Facing a human tide
But please remember
That the grass is greener
On the other side
One roundabout away
Only a few miles away from you
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7. |
Souvenirs in B Minor
03:00
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Colors are fading, corners are folding,
Dull memories, brighter times.
Souvenirs and frame blending slowly.
Am i fading away ?
The shades that last are in my head,
The green of the pines, the blue of the walls,
The grey of the sheeps, the red of your car.
The ink inside our hearts. I know you miss us all.
There is a bird singing inside of his cage,
And there is a boy asking for his brother.
Souvenirs, frame.
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8. |
Notes to Awaken Dreamers
01:17
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We’re mostly trying to avoid silence
Fearing the void and filling in the blanks
We’re swallowing stones to spit magma
There is a place where silence isn’t deafening
Where the asphalt isn’t bruising
and where the sun can’t burn your cornea
Notes to awaken dreamers :
Forget about the memories
Emptiness is the only thing that matters
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Autobahn 8
02:20
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The Heat
02:47
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Statement : Every aversion is not the same
Speeding ticket and constant ID check
There’s a prison to fill and they ain’t coming for me
They never checked mine, so why am I screaming louder?
Why am I even screaming?
Long story short, we’re hating cops as a sport
Punk attitude, but we know they ain’t coming for us
Let’s face it, we’re not a threat, we’re not a danger
There’s a prison to fill, they ain’t coming for us.
We’re not the ones they chase
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11. |
Oh Please, Go Away
05:10
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From skin to the bone (Grey, grey, grey)
Ain’t no light to go trough
From home to the woods (Dust, dust, dust)
Ain’t no light to go trough
From mars to the clouds (Void, void, void)
Ain’t no light to go trough
Sun, leaves, warmth, trees, a blind eye is turned
This night was cold, so cold Light was far (so far)
I know I can (count on you) Oh please, hear my plea
I implore the night to listen, oh please go away.
A contribution to the chaos, my part of the ongoing mess
« Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He has the boy well in his arm
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.
"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?" "Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!
"Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me! For many a game I will play there with thee;
He reaches his courtyard with toil and with dread, – The child in his arms finds he motionless, dead. »
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CONTWIG Strasbourg, France
Chaotic hardcore from Strasbourg, FR.
DIY, antifascist, antisexist, anti capitalist, gay positive.
MERCH : itawak.com
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