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Preludio minaccioso
01:08
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You’re not invited to this trip
Your ways reveal your stinky breed
And I am threw with tolerance and such
You’re not invited to this trip
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Wolf loves me / Wolf is my friend / Don’t you want to be friends with wolf? / I love you wolf / I-LOVE-YOU
I got on the bus
Just heading home
But the driver turned left
I didn’t complain
I was all smiles
They were all dressed like grandma
“Put your basket in the back”
Said the one who wore a hat
And then he blinked
And so I knew
He was the one
“I’ve been expecting you”
He kept on smiling
As if he waited
For me to say it
“Come on, just say it”
“Yes, I hate them”
But I forgot the yellow flowers at the shop
I had to run because they tried to take my cloak
I smelled their tongues
As souvenir
They left me fear
I’ll teach them fear
And maybe love
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Naima got on the train as any other day
Sat by the window and begged everyone would stay away
She quickly felt the tickling on her neck
She hankers to fracture the limbs of the common men
Something in her skin always felt sick when someone got closed
And if you talked to her uninvited she’ll immediately choke
As the daughter of silence and void
This harmonious state-financed logorrhea would awaken her storm
Hey, mister wraith
The colors of your plan have gone stale
Maybe it’s your age
Your heart has gotten weaker in its rage
But I cannot abandon the plan
I smell on your grin the defeat dressed as wisdom
Your words have gone stale, as well
I must kill you, sir
And then I’ll kill them, sir
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04:51
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This day I won’t wake up
Don’t want my will to try more lies
Last night I found a place
That scares their helping hands
Got tired of all my dreams
Got tired of all your faces
You share all kinds of cures
I spawned a scream born mute
I know he falls down too
But our wells are set apart
I scream his name all night
But he’s busy getting deaf
It’s not about more faith
It’s not about more strength
I could smash right now your tongues
I could punch your kids to death
Why is the roof not falling down?
And the walls not getting closer
Death takes a long time, breath keeps on coming
They keep on going and I have a smile
This day I won’t wake up
Last night it just got colder
I hope they leave me here
Don’t want to feed this earth
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My skin ignores the longings of those who just get sad
And yet they say, they prate, come on give love a chance
Be strong, you fuck, this eeriness is not going away
Put your hands on this
And now tell me about your pain, your loss, your screams, your rage
Are you really giving your kind words to this?
Hope, faith, will, strength, to hell
Wait for the clown he will sit on the swing and teach you how to let yourself free
Soon he’ll be swinging by the neck
I wonder if he’ll keep that smile on his face
Don’t you worry about me
My skin also protects me from wanting your life
I’ll just walk round and round
So I’ll never ignore the appointment with time
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Phantom of the Night
04:09
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Phantom of the night they call me
I don’t know what happiness is about
Your little words, your Nichtigkeiten
I presume my murderers are arriving
Oh, how their noise disturbs the soil
The carriages, they roar
But their righteousness it storms
Although this land never cried for help
The heavy-footed truth
Is going to get through
I was born a monster
I want to remain one
I will never beg for love
For I am myself love, light and strength
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Le silence du loup
00:48
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Naima, The Sunken Dreams
03:16
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Until We Rot
03:35
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I wanna rot under the sheets, with you
Let’s produce bad smell
Let that plunge until we fade
Suffocate my skin
Rip it if you will
Pull my hair as if you’ve paid
And call me names I’ll soon deserve
And don’t forget the pain
Future now is dying
Among these fetid walls
Love has risen in this organ
And there will meet its fall
Plenitude conceals from healthy choices
People are so small
We should close the curtains
Wetness has a noise that fills the void
Of long gone dirty words
Hygiene’s just another way
To dirt it up once more
I recall the time when I just
Overload my mouth with words
My jaw could go to war
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Doom has descended from its heights
It’s time to bring her flowers
She nursed my heart from far
Her lullabies, they crossed the barrens
Oh, how she danced so frantic
When she heard I was lacking trees
From where I could hide from questions
And where I could live unhealed
She called the rain
She howled so hard she woke them
They had to shoot her down
The trees remained strong and dark
Sometimes they extend their arms
And squeeze their necks
And rip their hearts
And whisper to their children stories
Of the man with the magic pipe
My heart lies on her stone
The wolves will pay respect
A symphony of horror
Will rise above their heads
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Lullaby to a Dream
05:36
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First I gather the colors
And then I just stay quiet
‘til the hat appears and shows me the way east
I’ll walk in the dark for days with a multicolor heart
‘til the road is over and the cliff invites me to a sacrifice
Oh, the dream will swallow them as well
(Akrunturkas sektra in torbis)
Oh, the screams, they beautify the well
(Mal in ferba, mal in querva)
I’ll gather them, I’ll nurture them
Inside his brutal heart
I’ll make them pure at last
The sun will rise for those who dare to abide
(Tell the lazy three, I’ll come back from away,
With the strength that distances gives
I will bring their knees to shreds)
Tell the lazy three, I’ve found a cure for fear
And a symphony that shall remind their hearts that’s all they need)
I remember
I remember the time when words just disappeared and I felt into darkness
No more multicolor butterflies to go after
No lively little goblins to leave behind
I can’t stand his way of making tea
Always a tiny drop
Always an untraceable and yet present spot
They can see it
They won’t see it
Time only wants to move forward
But I need a little pause to dust
To remind my joints their purpose
The future not there but here
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Natasha Luna Belgium
Natasha Luna (Peru, 1981).
Her music can be described as a blend of a dense, sort of morbid and repetitive
piano, phantasmagoric arrangements, all with a cinematic feeling that goes along with it.
She has recently released her third album "Carcasse", going further in her artistic experimentations but keeping the original darkness already present in her past works (Emilio, 2005 and N, 2008).
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