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Minnesota's Coeus the Boxing Titan offers a more unique take on the Prog Rock genre, roughly sounding like Pink Floyd playing Noise Rock after being stabbed in
Minnesota's Coeus the Boxing Titan is a musical deity that descended from the clouds back in 2008, as a way for sole member and songwriter Aro to vent pent-up emotion and punch holes in the fabric of modern rock. Combining his own takes on several genres, Coeus takes enormous influence from progressive, psychadelic, and industrial rock; artists like John Frusciante, Pink Floyd, Queens of the Stone Age, Primus, Beck, Mike Patton, and King Crimson. There are many undercurrents that help make the style distinct; downtempo and hip-hop music were a huge inspiration, as well as funk, noise rock and electronica. With nothing but cheap instruments and a PC, Coeus music is written with a heavy emphasis on the atmosphere and production of each song. The lyrics are stitched together from the chaos of the human mind, dealing with subjects like introspection, sanity, relationships, and heartache.
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Progressive Rock
Charts
Peak #683
Peak in subgenre #82
Author
Aro
Rights
Aron Patterson
Uploaded
October 01, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.5 MB • 128 kbps • 5:57
Lyrics
-verse1- the age of break-ups texts drown in debts, gossip, sex it's reflex, let's just bless atheists, narcissists stacked decks and second dates infecting real with fake love e-mails, lost details reflection sealed that fate cover the cuts we hide inside sleeves filled with lies wipe them sick off your streets like the sleep in your eyes some value these extremes as cleansing the unclean sadness, hate, happiness but sometimes we feel nothing -chorus- when I think about that, baby I lose my mind my mind's like an asylum, maybe but my hands are tied -verse2- even if the dead would sleep or dreams could erase, this brain wrapped up in white sheets has me feeling racist like light in the prism scattered colors glisten reflect the difference or burn in our prisons the lies our future speaks horizons we've defined let me piss on a piece so I can call it mine hide the pain like it's a new stain on the carpet hold that brain tight, you may forget that we've lost it -chorus- when I think about that, baby I lose my mind our mind's like an asylum, maybe but my hands are tied -outro- wake up sober, grown and older paralyzed and so much colder, realized that you've hurt her you're paranoid and introverted annoyed or deserted, murdered diagnosed and disordered pills each day, like torture remember today's abortion was last night's endorphin
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