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The End Dwells In Us All
03:47
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I don’t hate her, I hate what she’s become. The laughing and the tears, and the cruel eyes studying you. The first one, the first, the one. The first one fought ‘til it was done. The right stuff, the pain, it drips. Stare in these eyes while the hands lose grip. The second one, the one, the lie. The silent one that dwelled outside. The second one who whispered then yelled. The second one dared though fell. The third, the first of the last. Just a stranger unknown from the past. The third one who stares and stays. The third, cold and damp since days. A fourth, flinched, clamped. In the end it makes no sense. The fourth, a twitch to crawl. The end dwells in us all. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven’t you?
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All things that live will die. Restless birds, a clouded sky. Sense the titan, fear to elope. Flee through swamps with breath and rope. This shape that likes to watch. No eyes, no beak, just grudge. My breath, my light, the thrill. It finds, it hunts, it kills. This shape that seems to wait. With its branches, shadows, feathers, its bait. Like a doll made of vines. Heart of opal, hair of ice.
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Let Out The Noise Inside
04:15
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Let out the noise inside, let out the fight here on this side. Voices, to scan all people, their arms, legs and hands. Take out the voice inside, take out the fight here on this side. To fool the nerves, to fool the flow, all the thoughts that show as it goes. All the violence, all the sirens, all the guidance, all the silence. Drill out the noise inside, drill out the fight here on this side. Eyes, a door, a hint, delusion, soaked orchestras and synths. All the violence, all the sirens, all the guidance, all the silence.
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I Go With You
04:08
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If you get the axe tonight. If you choose to step aside. If you turn to left or right. I go with you. I go with you. If you switch from dark to light. If you choose to stop the fight. If you get the balance right. I go with you. I go with you. If you get the axe tonight. If this ends in suicide. It doesn't matter what you decide. I go with you. I go with you.
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No one ever speaks in this house, in this house. And I would say “No!”, but there’s no life, there is no life. All are holding back so secretive while gasping so repetitive. It’s drawn on the wall in the attic, in the attic. Constant signs of what will be seen, will be seen. Birds wear their crowns, here but not, here but not. And I would say “No!”, but there’s no life, there is no life. All are holding back so secretive while gasping so repetitive.
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Waldweg In Planegg
03:19
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Das kan ich verstehen. Was wollten sie? Ja, ja. Plötzlich komt da so ein Kerl an. Plötzlich, sie brauchen nicht zu schreien. Moment mahl, diese Häuser hier, sie muss hier irgendwo in der nähe wohnen. Ja, ja. Plötzlich komt da so ein Kerl an. Plötzlich, sie brauchen nicht zu schreien. Was sind das für leute?
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Distrust, anger, hate, confusion, fight, territory, competition, mind games, attention, exciting, attractive, admiration, respect, interest, admiration, love.
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We danced to different drums I guess, back when our days were written down. In the east we walked along the highway and I smiled, you told me stories about the other side of town. Across the hall there was a man whose words did not suffice, a smell of gas and plastic gloves, and half forgotten lies. We had so much to lose back when the walls turned red and blue. It’s true you see some things you lose might just be gone for good. We set fire to the preacher who was promising us hell. I remember empty buildings and all the stories that you’d tell. We held onto our banners and laughed until we cried, across the hall of the open door of the man that left at night. We dance to different drums I guess you said that day in May and you wished that you were overseas a hundred thousand miles away. Years we wait, wait in vain for a letter or a call. But it never comes, it never comes, there’s no one there at all. We danced to different drums I guess.
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Bragolin Utrecht, Netherlands
Bragolin is a Dutch post-punk/dark wave project by Edwin van der Velde. The music contains influences from various decades with ‘80s baritone guitar, synths and drummachines, '60s/'70s organs and ’90’s Shoegaze guitars. The lyrics are inspired by post-apocalyptic and horror movies. Bragolin is named after the Italian painter Giovanni Bragolin, famous for his crying boy paintings. ... more
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