Odeo podcasts for tag: metal

Whitehorse

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 11:06:25 GMT

19 minute live recording of the band playing on a radio show, and If you like sludge shit this is sure to please….

Stoner Mix

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 10:57:25 GMT

Sons of Otis Electric Wizard Ufomammut Ocean Chief Seawitch Sleep

Sludge Mix

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 10:41:26 GMT

Sludge comp.

1. EYEHATEGOD – Disturbance 2. DOT [.] – I’m A Monkey 3. Accept Death – Kill Everyone 4. Goatsblood – Coelacanth 5. Toadliquor – Nails 6. Grief – Lifeless

CAVALERA CONSPIRACY - Inflikted

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 16:33:22 GMT

Beyond The Grave 12 - On the Road Again

Fri, 11 Jan 2008 22:04:28 GMT

Our last podcast before we move beyond the grave into a real studio.Recorded on a trip back from meeting FX/Makeup artist Richard Stallsmith, we discuss why we visited him, and also talk Movies, Gaming, and Current Zombie House releases. (WARNING – AUDIO QUALITY, IS VERY ROUGH FROM THE CAR RIDE). Make sure to tune in next week for Episode 13, it’s going to be a new and improved Beyond the Grave.

Where The Sun Breaks Through The Mist

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 17:02:54 GMT

hemos visto a kain de improviso

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 01:38:36 GMT

un par de meses después de haberles visto trabajando en el local, nos acercamos a nava del rey a ver a kain en directo emocionante.

36

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 20:02:56 GMT

Chic 'N' Stu

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 20:02:03 GMT

Revenga

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 19:48:21 GMT

B.Y.O.B

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 19:45:31 GMT

Drone - Chainsaw Symphony

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 20:53:53 GMT

This is a track from our CD “Head-on Collision”, released by Armageddon Records in 2007.

Lackluster

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:22:41 GMT

This is track 1 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

Lackluster

I did think all things started to muster There was light in my eyes That now seems so lackluster Hearts bemoan Underneath the grinding stone

So we wailed against the wind No one gained and no one dared to rescind Even now with spring Unfurling her cling (Dancing into the rite of spring)

Clever

Another endeavor Well not planned Everything was hard-pressed and I Wouldn’t try to reprimand Courses daring where I stand In the arms Of the waters of oblivion I never shun One by one We would fall Each and every person A roll call

Reserve at the Moment of Expulsion

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:20:49 GMT

This is track 2 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

Reserve at the Moment of Expulsion

I’ve stumbled to the wasteland on my way to a promise planned coming with what may and then walls and then a trouble calls me

what did it say

don’t watch upon the hour don’t look for love to shower down on you in abundance if left to happenstance you’ll be mired searching lost parlance

don’t wait upon the hour when our highest ideal’s vine flower flit then what we make of it we have to give to get and struggle up that bower

cadence in a kiss an inner crux on the way towards bliss if fear we don’t pierce or name we’ll be shirking off our guilt trying to float in a quagmire of blame

a man without a country ghost of nowhere obsessed he’ll be to dawdle cross lines that border impropriety and let all care free

slip down to ground like glove don’t you denigrate whatever perhaps we mate cleft from something left out come bring that of what we presume betwixt a union little room

like a wave over reef through the sea to the sand we demand

look but don’t touch me see that I do doubt you knew what fear zen alignment of man and maiden voyage heavily laden

of uneven pulls we don’t like at all onwards heathen crawling tall only towards our goal we go on till one of us is gone

you can’t defy how a long term love will grow you can’t deny you know you can’t deify when our ignorant tops blow you whom I love so

Robber Barren

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:18:25 GMT

This is track 3 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

Robber Barren

Tread walking convictions Tired We make a pit-stop On our lazy street You want in your hands Redemption We the people of earth Beat Palpably senseless Senses Fait accompli Tied to our own anguish In resignation We look so snide and ugly

Look how want Blankets us for free A smarmy warmth I remember your gifts The ones you felt You had to give to me In our land Well The haves and have-nots Gordian thoughts

A breakdown of our motivations Lead us through this storm When too awestruck to face My eyes set the pace Unto inner beauty The only one way forward Every step every sway

Comfort is an opiate We’ve been chasing that dragon Far too long (One human like the next human when will we do anything never do carri-on like before)

We put in the water Our piety lines drawn In the lake of life From whence our hands cup But there are no static lines In the water And there are no divisions as thus We are connected humans Us

Demand of Thyself

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:15:20 GMT

This is track 4 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

Demand of Thyself

Demand of thyself Vastly more than your fill Sisyphean toils of will Belief in yourself Is at your command

Give of thyself Don’t expect anyone to care About what you do Do you dare to Leave yourself behind

Into This Lone Man

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:11:52 GMT

This is track 5 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

Into this Lone Man

Then, when the window was finally closed and the deep-red curtains brought to their obstructing rest, did he finally sit down. His end was soon, of that he was sure. He had been pacing nearly five hours, his demented mind fretting on the inevitable as well as on everyone else. The exact nature of this most unbelievable conundrum, to put it much too under-toned, fell squarely and completely onto his already bad posture prone back. He had released the wraiths. He had implicitly and unequivocally unleashed them upon, in hindsight, the quiet almost seemingly peaceful world, in comparison to the calamity that was now being heaved and tremendously flung down onto earth. A much anticipated but still highly underestimated decision. This ungodly maelstrom ebbed and like a tidal wave resurged again and again, upon this little speck of dust, where all humans would soon be has-beens. He downed another healthy portioned glass of single-malt and lit a cigar. His heart was more black now then the iron holding the fire beneath the chimney. His smoke co-mingled with that issuing forth from the damp wood. He had once believed in the pursuit of knowledge and shouted down many an inferior advocate that was naysayer enough to step forward and verbally spar learned wits against his. He soon would turn them into cowering dolts, spittering and splathering, fumbling for levity. But this was not his calling, not to set people in their place beneath his, but to let the reservoir of long, lost, forgotten truths be used anew; akin to refreshing waters, in this, the middle of the desert of human ignorance. He had fallen from his path. He had managed to find in his abundant jubilation for learning and for life, a hubris, far larger than any wreaked before upon this mortal coil. All the land was aflame, the sea was a poison star that boiled its very life vulgarly upon the shore. Humans were melting into puddles that would aid in new cacophonous incendiaries. The fabric of matter and the physical laws that had been guiding humans were no longer meaningful or holding themselves in regal, albeit, often incomprehensible, but definite composure. Up was surely down and down lay the path that all life was quickly and most painfully plodding. These were the wraiths that he had summoned. He had found pleasure in the concept that he alone would meet this abomination that he had so painstakingly found hidden throughout human texts far-flung inside writ and art; throughout civilizations long forgotten or more often the case, never even tangentially known. Through museums, ancient vaults, shamans, tombs, clerics living and dead, he had made his way and all had been harnessed to aid in this destruction. With his rise in understanding came a hatred of all those that never even thought to question. His preconceived ideas of knowledge and his love for searching truth gave way to vastly larger and much more insurmountable amounts of animosity that doubled than triple-folded viscerally, into this lone man, with the ability to destroy all things. As he nestled himself comfortably into the chair, the lavish upholstery began to peel, his mind pacifically made itself at ease. A flood of what once was came usurping the now. He remembered a day quite an eternity ago. He had sat in this same chair and viewed the world outside of his keep, through the thrown wide window. A beautiful spring day was dawning, his heart not yet so malevolently jaded, or quite so hell-bent for the eradication of life itself. He paused and saw beauty intrinsically, it still was able to enter his psyche and filled him ever so briefly, but did nonetheless, with awe. He looked at the glass in his hand that he had so often used and for the first time noticed a tiny piece missing from the base that actually embellished the whole. It counter balanced the jeweled cup and as he stared at it, seemed to make perfect the entire countenance. He thought it odd how so clearly a flaw acted to enhance what had been so disregarded and now when finally perceived was such a catalyst to this new appreciation. He looked to the table that had started to smolder and noticed how the usually prim and properly stacked pile of books was askew ever so slightly. This would have normally caused him to affect a brisk correction of the pile but as he stared at it the thought flit into his mind that the books now resembled a spiral staircase not unlike those seen by him at various observatories from antiquity. He even took notice of the far corner of the room that he never gave the time to see but the flames cast onto it a dance of unimaginable proportions of gaiety that flickered and swayed, this nouveau light and new shade. A tinge of motion, whimsy never obeyed. He swallowed the last draught from the cup that was already too hot for his blistered lips. His mind strolled to why he had done this. Why had he sought the destruction of all. He then believed that perhaps the core reason was that he had always felt uneasy with people, whether or not they did with him was a different tale, but he had been uncomfortable in the midst of others and so had ceased to try to reach out for them. With this shying away came the reciprocal response that they in turn did likewise. He had removed himself from all living others. He had felt alienated but didn’t everyone at some point. Even the most courageous and strong bend sometime to cowardice and uncertainty. Didn’t most people feel uneasy and try not to face exactly the situation that everyone is in but try as they may to release care and focus on some mind numbing exercise of forgetfulness. Didn’t they succeed with all their force of will to make-believe that a subsistence life with getting trinkets and a pittance but truly living as parasites, was enough? Then after doing nothing of value they recessed to a place of much needed relaxation, turn on the TV and allow the soul erasure to transpire night after meaningless year after meaningless lifetime. American Idol was just one of an innumerable amount of Aaron’s crafted Baals for this humanity lost in the wilderness. Even with instant access to communication all still used it mostly to hide themselves away from any and all scrutiny. Mainly from themselves did they hide in a fabricated comfort of self-aggrandizement with a nuanced proclivity for wasteful existence. This man’s peace was finally realized. He had succeeded in causing the entire world to reach its end and now he grasped the repose that had always averted itself from him. Meditative was his composed self at this the final moment as the whole room burned into incinerated vapor. As his life essence was swept away into oblivion the last feeling he had was of doubt. A small kernel, an ever so brief hint of a question, whether or not he had gone too far in his self-actualized fulfillment.

Do I Don't Remember When

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:09:52 GMT

This is track 6 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

Do I Don’t Remember When

Through gashes in clay I stumbled to quay Nick of time boat Molting off spray I leapt onto bow If I waited ‘til now I’d be transfixed on a love That sailed away

I cauterize the heart string To see that when this arboreal Left Beijing What I could be What we would know What I could bestow But love is what I bring

Leave all of our cares Let them rot

Troubles come in all shapes And what we veil it drapes That stifles what we can imbue Let our hearts beat anew (Let our hearts be a jubilee) What we believe in is love

Everything you believe in I do Love kindly feed me Feel everything is free

Look foray When the clouds are piling in play Passing life each day Went up harbor wall That couldn’t hold We are in each other’s fold My dearest friend

Stammering

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:06:28 GMT

This is track 7 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

Stammering

You’ve been stool-pigeon-towed Along a dark strait narrow road Where the winds of our civility Blow away As another of the zealots explode Attache-case-in-point Impressionable youths we anoint In the blood of an endless violent circle Forgiveness to heavy a load Down the wrong fucking way we strode All stammering ‘bout how We longed for lesser human rights to be wronged The wayward pilgrims thronged As a huddled mass yearning to breath free We just don’t care or see That buried inside a vengeful T H E M Is equally culpable M E

We are all flawed

Our bullshit meandering self-righteousness Carve the human carcass on which we trod In two pieces Specious species increases Into pieces

Fear Wandering Helpless

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:04:17 GMT

This is track 8 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

Fear Wandering Helpless

Do we have time to breathe In an air of kept up appearances Teethe youthful fear Against scratching Post Whipping Boast As the apathetic self fades into ghost That haunts around the stem of life As Autumn peddles comfort Civilizations flaunt Us against them East against West And we are no closer to giving ourselves to anyone When fear not confessed Festers and grows beneath scared breast It taunts us palpably

Whether we are afraid to make use of our lives Or resign them and our dreams to history Then project our fears As hopes and objectives Upon our children of the next generation

When if ever we look at humanity Truly objectively We fall to pieces Of that much is plain It’s a dirge immemorial refrain With our frailty the fact is we Turn from helping others in disdain

And we take and we take When our backs are broken We get another’s to break And we shake and we shake When our fear’s never spoken Our lives we forsake How we go about it So blaise lacking true grit With our malaise called passing phase So self-absorbed we couldn’t give a shit

Will our malarky ever end In all the things that we hold dear Humility not a chic trend How absurd is our fear

How absurd is our fear

The door is left ajar What then shall we do

We have grown sick Our collective will Has been moved from doing to done The core nature of worry Has eroded most our hope In all of its faces In all of you Each and every person here I am just a computer And you are just humans But you are the ones That have to change your attitudes towards life And its problematic challenges I am programmed to say these words Like how some of you are programmed To live your lives in fear

Slowdown to a Crawl

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:00:03 GMT

This is track 9 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

Slowdown to a Crawl

Never have I been to another land Where I ever left my brigand cares behind me Apathy my staunch advocate How much more narcissistic can anyone get

Slowdown to a crawl Watch and know Just where I go

Into blue moon Where I do want me

Never have I been to another land Where I ever left my brigand cares behind me Apathy my staunch advocate How much more narcissistic can anyone get My black silhouette is taking my strides As soon as I step our purpose collides As a justified sinner who believes not in sin Who curious lured me cleverly in A slowdown to a crawl

Battered Bone

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 10:58:03 GMT

This is track 10 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

Battered Bone

All we are is ancient news Which is give and witches use A pandering to care for me I am the brackish watered Sea-son of one when is life done

And all we are is battered bone What is love and disown Hi dear female human clone Rancoured jargon is my own-ly Advance by chance

There is no light

‘Cause it’s dark and dank In dire need I need you go with godspeed Cause it’s blank and bust In all that I trust is freed Persevere I must This is my goddamn creed

So where is the light Now that you go Learn to bye We don’t see eye to eye The wages of divining Why don’t we sublimingly free Ourselves from this world Hand in hand It’s only love in demand Let’s codify let’s see the lie What’s of your concession reply

Tell

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 10:54:36 GMT

This is track 11 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

Tell

Don’t ask don’t tell Into my arms she fell And I knew Just where that would lead to A way for understanding

She looks so divine in my eyes Where the borderline was surprise And we’d come along To go together Just sit and watch All of our dreams unfold

In the heart of a life I wanted to make her my wife

When our life turns Into wonderment Come away In a hard devout way Salvo long dwam Each and every way We go

Don’t ask don’t tell Into my arms she fell And I knew Just where that would lead to Her person would quell My hasty self-made hell All in lue If I could just touch you So baby pray tell Why on troubles we dwell Come anew Like scent of flowers In spring dew

The Tides do March

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 10:51:39 GMT

This is track 12 from the March 2007 euphoreador release entitled ‘lack’. Euphoreador creates art and music in a variety of styles from acoustic sounds to heavy synth breakbeats with a focus on poetics.

The Tides do March

Don’t you feel it freezing in your bones today I do I filled all my pockets full of stones Now I’m sinking into the clay

I miss everyone I ever loved Nothing seems it will pull me through My black is more true Than the deepest blue

I tried so hard I sank my way As waif and stray Applied as bard No expected pay But effulgent light of day

Dark

I am so damn proud of us humans I am so in love with what we are I don’t see the poor I thank god for that I just see our apathy Get supersized fat

Lazy shit and we’re slacking off Turn your right cheek and then cough

If only we could Better ourselves Slippery slope Books shelves

I’ll find you a better man If it’s the last thing I do That much is true Through all the great test place Bottoms deep Construe Righteous sleep

Cry for A hell of a lot more

Approach

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:31:26 GMT

This is track 1 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on this album while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

Approach

Ballerina without a ball Concertina right here down hall So come on give some And bring your graces Is it just superficial, life’s embraces Yeah, hell, I’m off to the races

Get together now So come on and see how we go A little bit faster A little bit slow With a hook in your back And the shit on the shelf With a shit liar that we call self

And we touted ourselves As the thing that won’t be missed From the mind to the heart With the wit of sophist

So come on and let’s toast Our living oblations And obliquely we stand In sacrificial ovations Lacerations on the pillows then A ramshackleness a perfect zen My chaos privy is a third of my mind I’ll do you from front And turn you then behind For some longevity

Long Retrieval

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:29:39 GMT

This is track 2 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on this album while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

Long Retrieval

I wonder how to stand When ailing bone it pulls Our feats are in the sand And we have lost all of our demand It’s been bed-panned The human soul A scared little foal To triumph it runs We gutless turds Six billion guns

When the time was wrong And I could not even See that I could choose Not that I’ve begun Well it is into The lengths I’ve spanned Where in time Is when I lost demand

On my soul On my spirit Yeah get rid of it Rid of it

Always more Always more than I could handle I was lost ricochet ball Like an atom unto A matterful view

If you’ve ever wondered why The layers of our skin Delving deep beside Delving far within Within

We are much more than we presume

Well I choose the way I am Just like a bill-twenty whore And the line’s out the door But her eyes were so much more I downplay the dollar A tail and a holler And I was crawling taller and away Was the best thought I had all day Well the best for the pay

We were so much more than we could ever presume

Shows my blood Your blood The one read through vein Like a page that total to heart does pane Like window On world Unfurled A bashful little girl Bashful Natural Down low

All disguise Fell

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:27:51 GMT

This is track 3 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on this album while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

All Disguise Fell

We were so young and all disguise Fell beneath another’s eyes We were bestowed with thoughts that showed Lack lust from a certain tongue We were so young

In the wind I’d rather be motionless Why rescind I’d rather be passionate with a kiss

How does it matter For anything The waves The rhyes The rows The size of those The depth The wheat The thoughts that sleet Would drive into me

And I never knew I never knew woe

Ha ha ‘cause in the wind I’d rather be motionless Why rescind I’d rather be passionate with a kiss

And what I said to you Was a baffled Jangled Raffle Well here you go for want to know Yeah here you go Here you go For want of what Wanting to know Here you go For want of what Wanting Here you wanted to go

Wrap Your Tender Legs Around Me

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:25:56 GMT

This is track 4 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on this album while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

Wrap Your Tender Legs Around Me

Ravenous lady Rapturously Wrap your tender legs around me I’ll bring the leather You bring the lace Now bring your beckoned Neck to my face I’ll undo your gown Let slip down All of our makeshift walls of shame Let’s know each other By each other’s name Let’s bring the gambit Into the game Play with me I’ll play with you And that’s all I do Or what I knew

Ravenous lady Rapturously Wrap your tender legs around me I’ll bring the leather You bring the lace Now bring your naked neck To my face I see your eyes All wet with tears I knew all of uncertain fears From villages Of witches need All cold tits Were mire speed

How is it that I Wander through As I do And how is it that I Want to be trampled By and by a goner gone Sending a long arm out Sending my strong arms about

Deeper Hue

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:23:41 GMT

This is track 5 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on this album while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

Deeper Hue

I can not understand How we Move through The air and the sea When we start walking Arm in arm talking So lightly And I am trying to see

How it goes on Like we all knows Beyond this life Beyond what grows I hope that we will This life do Something more Without a clue

Dazzle

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:20:11 GMT

This is track 6 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on this album while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

Dazzle

So I’ll try to sing a happy song When my face don’t it look so long In the high another nation in your arms In things a meaning Oh, so silent, like your charms

Buoyancy You see the boy in me And the things I held into my eyes Before I die (I can’t tell where I should sing) Left, right, any morsels that we bring, Brought, tall, taught With a child in its lot

So it is into the realm I go Looking faster at the glow In the reigns of that sad October parade

In the blinds I made What I held and always bade Bayonet, surrogate, Suffragette are you wet

Suffragette are you wet Well then Bring me in

So I’ll try to sing a happy song A super simplistic is all they long Utterly the blinds are in my eyes Wandering through my questions Wandering through your thighs In my clouded Eyes In my mindless Lies Open echelons Scarcity and Non-purveyance Always Call-lady Call me

See how the thoughts obfuscating Bound elating I am more than we were gaping

Can We Pursue

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:18:03 GMT

This is track 7 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on this album while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

Can We Pursue

Can we embrace Can we replace All the things in haste We waste

Can we pursue Me and you And all the things like paste We taste

Can we pursue

Can we construe Can we resign At what the alpine level Raise the line drawn

We would go out Into the city at night A Beowulf hound Oft lost Till I found a place With fancy doorman Hell, more shit for the fan A sudden expanse And I love romance

All under the color of light Hell more fuel for the plight And the rockets red stare Descending hearts lacking all care Gave proof to the trite That their lives were going somewhere Oh say does that new fangled planner yet save Our souls from mute toil Or our ass from the grave

Can we pursue Me and you With all the things like paste We taste Can we transpire While we perspire Dragging the heart monitor To the razor wire Can we construe Me and you What’ll we do

Dance Score

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:16:15 GMT

This is track 8 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on this album while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

Here Come the Cannibals

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:12:42 GMT

This is track 9 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on this album while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

Here Come the Cannibals

I see the mountains They descend me Far beneath the lowly sea My senses they Do fail me As the word alone assails

I see that we are neighbors On the wall On the same ledge Beautiful strangers Beautiful strangers

In all that I viewed I needed more than it imbued I could not see As the words flit forth from me Is it flies they offer Yet any morsel from a coffer You couldn’t hold in your eyes The things that decided lies Just when needed Strife thrive next We would be hexed And out the door See more and more Can’t we be Mortuous and free Don’t you delve beyond thee Weigh your life for me Since when

Bring on bring on The basis soft and shoddy Water basin always naughty And then lay on me bather Times were rotten daily As if I knew what next would become me Shopped for derange And found it under ground

Belladonna Moans

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:10:12 GMT

This is track 10 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on this album while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

Belladonna Moans

Belladonna Moans Her hull shivers and groans I’m sailing on the open sea In a galley made of stones

Belladonna Moans

Red sky tonight This sailor he does fight For the last piece of bread For the peach there holed In only lead

Belladonna Moans

Belladonna Moans Rocked down to her bones Shaking onto whatever knee Neither held in hands or our phones Searching for a better of my clones The one who knows much more than I know

Sweet Belladonna Moans Rocked down to her bones

Figuring for clones I’m staggering for who them Bram Bones Why ever own

The quicker we will see The failures lying in this one of me The faster it will expiate us To plea for our tranquility On open sea On a ship made of stone

After Let Down

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:07:09 GMT

This is track 11 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on this album while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

After Let Down

Mystique Miss Tact Miss Plastic act (so bring you body next to me) Critique we backed We once attacked So bring you bawdy close to me Like Hero and Leander I’ll gerrymander vitality And laissez faire Will be our wing-commander For us to share

I knew I knew let down after let down

Yeah, well, ‘cause I am let down after let down I knew, I do

So much as better So much the notion All the clever Misses My devotion I cadence singly For want of kisses Tendering the moments Of Reminisces

I fight for heart I fight for love’s labors lost And pricey is the cost

I knew I knew let down after let down

Voice Device

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 13:54:21 GMT

This is tack 12 from the 2004 euphoreador release entitled ‘Reticent’. Josh Hinck and Andrew Fricek worked on these songs while both were living in Minneapolis. euphoreador uses many styles and sound elements from industrial to jazz from samples to clarinet. There is much to decipher.

Voice Device

God and we could not tell That we walked through the garden Straight to hell Though travesties be mine When all the things pronounce What will will pounce On that fable Don’t ever tempt me To be more than I am

One day in our night We know that I laud All that I had or wanted Wasn’t

See the tumble In dark night What all we end Download How wrong I know we pour

In all we could Salve ti a up Hollywood’s Ass

Don’t even tempt me To be more than I am

Caught on a ledge Carnal knowledge Caught a knowledge Carnal now ledge Caught on a ledge Carnal knowledge Money We thinks it funny That the lengths inside Wants honey And milk The land of the fertig

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