środa, 1 marca 2023
sobota, 18 lutego 2023
wtorek, 7 lutego 2023
Tristesse Contemporaine - Daytime Nighttime
Nothing ever happensI lost all my passionI just keep crashingLiving on my rations
The bullets and the rosesDevil and the posesDon't know where my ghost isDon't know where my home isGuess we never chose thisI'm in the sea with MosesLooking for my rosesI guess it's never hopelessThe bullets and the passionDevils and the poisesThis has never happenedNothing ever happens
Nothing ever happensThe bullets and the rationsI'm looking for my passionI just keep crashing
Daytime, nighttimeNighttime, daytimeWe do it all at the same time
Daytime, nighttimeNighttime, daytimeWe do it all at the same time
I just keep crashingLiving on my rationsThe bullets and the rosesDevil and the posesDon't know where my ghost isDon't know where my home isGuess we never chose thisI'm in the sea with MosesLooking for my rosesI guess it's never hopelessThe bullets and the passionDevils and the poisesThis has never happenedNothing ever happensNothing ever happens
Daytime, nighttimeNighttime, daytimeWe do it all at the same time
Daytime nighttimeNighttime daytimeWe do it all at the same time
Daytime, nighttimeNighttime, daytimeWe do it all at the same time
Daytime, nighttimeNighttime, daytimeWe do it all at the same time
The bullets and the rosesThe bullets and the rationsDevil and the rosesI'm looking for my passionsI'm in the sea with MosesI just keep crashingWe never chose thisNothing ever happens
I don't know where my ghost is (The bullets and the rations)I don't know where my home is (I just keep crashing)I guess we're really homeless (I'm looking for my passions)Devils and the poises
The bullets and the roses (The bullets and the rations)Devil and the roses (I'm looking for my passions)I'm in the sea with Moses (I just keep crashing)We never chose this (Nothing ever happens)
I don't know where my ghost is (The bullets and the rations)I don't know where my home is (I just keep crashing)I guess we're really homeless (I'm looking for my passions)Devils and the poises
Daytime, nighttimeNighttime, daytimeWe do it all at the same time
Daytime, nighttimeNighttime, daytimeWe do it all at the same time
Daytime, nighttimeNighttime, daytimeWe do it all at the same time
Daytime, nighttimeNighttime, daytimeWe do it all at the same time
środa, 1 lutego 2023
wtorek, 31 stycznia 2023
Luna
Tricked into some fodder about this oasis
This conversation of new beginning
Having enlightening talks over common interests
Chained together to push onto the celebrated platform
Chained together or chained forever
Chained together to push onto the celebrated platform tonight
I've boarded myself inside
I've refused to exit
There is no ocean for me
There is no glamour
Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt
I gaze at it from the oven of my home
I've boarded myself inside
I've refused to exit
There is no ocean for me
There is no glamour
Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt
Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt
I gaze at it from the oven of my home
Confined to a house that never remains clean
To a bed where the ill never get well
I cough ceaselessly into the night
The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold
Sitting quietly in scorching
Reimagined suburbia
Suburbia
Sitting quietly in scorching
Reimagined suburbia
Suburbia
Sitting quietly in scorching
Reimagined suburbia
Suburbia
Suburbia
Reimagined suburbia
"10 minutes of chaos, depression and blackness in your soul...
...and hopefulness."
wtorek, 10 stycznia 2023
Silent Planet - Panopticon
Safe in your silicon shell. A cell in a server: Silent observer. Staring at solitude eyes... green and unblinking: The thought before thinking.
Panopticon.
Analog heart flat-lined and digitized. A shell for a skull and a body to commodify. Under the light we survive inside this between. But we lose ourselves and retreat to screens.
"Our name is legion. We outnumber the stars. We have come to absolve you."
They see all but we see one.
Shut down the system. Burn away the veil. What waits? A face behind a face behind a face.
Reverse the network. Burn away the veil. And you'll find a face behind a face behind a face.
All the lies - we're pulling cables from our spines.
The culture is charged, amplified, then polarized. But our nerves are dulled and our souls lobotomized. We sleep with pixels in a dream machine but we lose ourselves and retreat to screens.
Shut down the system. Burn away the veil. What waits? A face behind a face behind a face.
Reverse the network. Burn away the veil. And you'll find a face behind a face behind a face.
Unto us a program is born: Holy Virus, Taker of the Earth.
niedziela, 1 stycznia 2023
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