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The Winter Tide
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A strange, somewhat grim vehicle of electropunk-inspired industrial pop nonsense. I've been told my lyrics verge on the slightly intense. With effortless underg
I'd love to sound more like :Wumpscut: or Katscan or someone like that but I'm afraid that's unlikely. I've spent too many years looking for proper industrial punk bands and the sort of hairy European misanthropes that float my boat, but come up empty, so I thought I'd do it myself. That said, I cringe listening to my own tunes - which unfortunately I've been known to do sometimes; possibly because they're all gloriously unhinged. I suppose Jandek and Suckdog are role models as well then. Does this break the 'evil Nihilistic bleakness' third wall a bit? I always wonder that about industrial and post-industrial groups. They all sound so sensible and dour. That said, I'd like to think my real life is somewhat grim, and I'm not just moaning on about Nazi zombies or cybernetic hookers or something. You get a lot of dental references in my stuff. Much as I try not to glorify it, that's probably because I've been known to chew sweet dripping fuck out of myself on occasion and would at least like to be allowed to complain about that decidedly unorthodox state of affairs occasionally. The attitude of Whitehouse, Brighter Death Now, Swans and Painslut filtered through the crappy techno pop bleepery of whatever modern toss I'm subconsciously influenced by, I suppose. Right, that's enough bands name-dropped. Just listen to it if you're curious.
Song Info
Genre
Electronic • Industrial
Charts
Peak #152
Peak in subgenre #10
Author
Ben Power/Ben Power
Uploaded
August 24, 2015
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MP3 7.8 MB • 128 kbps • 8:32
Lyrics
The Winter Tide Atah Ehlm’n Malkuth ve-Geburah ve-Gedulah le-Olahm Amen Yehowah Adonai Eheieh Agla Before me Raphael Behind me Gabriel On my right hand Michael On my left hand Auriel For about me flames the Pentagram And in the Column stands the Six-rayed Star *** Black blood flies in stripped off eyes The sickle skims the sea inside Snare a rope to scratch a scent And stitch a hide up lies Rapid hair-breath Sticky patience Slick with citric radiation Branch nails braying Crack the gibbering teeth that traipse this tune Wound moon trench things Bite sharp clenching Tonguing fish pout Chase the centric Pluck the fingers Lap the waters Plug the sink with lice I will break my words I will start again I will tear them into pieces Nothing stays the same And your faith is weak And your meat is dry And no matter what you say I know that both of us will die In the winter tide In the winter tide Angles towards a slim stump’s click rate Patients painting patient snail meat Digging brushes pressed to squeal a squirm below sick stars Flayed crows flinching Lame voice lynch pins Rag minds ripped and coiled with leech dreams Stuffing up the hole that streaks more lipstick towards the hills Shadows peeled by fleshy grub thumbs Bled for hymns in static bedrooms Slapping gum pike Slit the shudder down on mutton toes Steel soul flux slug Spitting fox snap Loaded limbs turn pinky oatmeal Burn farm gut bark Howling scar scratch Bleached seals belching oil I will break my words I will start again I will tear them into pieces Nothing stays the same And your faith is weak And your meat is dry And no matter what you say I know that both of us will die In the winter tide In the winter tide Pissing hounds that guttle daydreams Nettles stalking little worm seams Screech with lightning Torch the bacon Pity pulled up pegs Birthday puppies splayed on ladders Scrawl around a face of bladders Sniff the plumage Plunge a pencil Shank another shard Spin the cycle Punch an earlobe Pick the bones that rack a sick globe Scrape a soil-cough through the skin maze Suck the pupae dry I will break my words I will start again I will tear them into pieces Nothing stays the same And your faith is weak And your meat is dry And no matter what you say I know that both of us will die In the winter tide In the winter tide In the winter tide In the winter tide I will break my words I will start again I will tear them into pieces Nothing stays the same And your faith is weak And your meat is dry And no matter what you say I know that both of us will die In the winter tide Velvet spider Silk slabs sticky Varnished TV clapping pity Salted tear gape Site a crippled city on stretched snow Knotted winds that gnash love wet This web-light night time won’t forget A brine brushed thorax Bright and purple Everyone would know Swine are screaming reddened bone To screw each snout in burning stone The vomit rain that moulds in ash And stains the matter white white white Trip trap nails along a spine A bridge of lips in mucus wine A hollow in the desert Walk about to understand And let these words rip up the will That stabs rights on your hands Atah Ehlm’n Malkuth ve-Geburah ve-Gedilah le-Olahm Amen *** You’ll never know just what this is You’ll never know just what this is You’ll never know just what this is You’ll never know just what this is You’ll never know just what this is You’ll never know just what this is You’ll never know just what this is You’ll never know just what this is I will not let you love I will not let you love
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