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Fault Lines
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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
Charts
Peak #352
Peak in subgenre #22
Author
Ben Power/Ben Power
Uploaded
August 24, 2015
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MP3 5.9 MB 128 kbps 6:24
Lyrics
Fault Lines All thought is cracked bone ground into mud With hacksaw sensitivity Coughing up blood And biting off the faith of another frail hope A twitching cord of gristle tearing down my throat Deep in this imperfect hole I barter love for howling cold And break its spine as dead words drip A time for effortless eclipse Deep in this imperfect hole I barter love for howling cold And break its spine as dead words drip A time for effortless eclipse It’s a war of nerves It’s a red vice grip It’s ash on the tongue and tainted lips It’s a harness for my hate It’s the crossing out of time It rapes the light of reason And it suits me fine And it suits me fine Deep in this imperfect hole I barter love for howling cold And break its spine as dead words drip A time for effortless eclipse Deep in this imperfect hole I barter love for howling cold And break its spine as dead words drip A time for effortless eclipse The flesh peels off and the colours start to scab As the blaze of her name burns a hole through each hand There are teeth around the stars And the abyss devours the sky And a wet machine crawls through And sticks its needles in my eyes Deep in this imperfect hole I barter love for howling cold And break its spine as dead words drip A time for effortless eclipse Deep, deep, deep in this imperfect hole I barter love for howling cold And break its spine as dead words drip A time for effortless eclipse
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