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Black Morning
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Dense, anthemic industrial.
alternative rave techno electronic goth breakbeat industrial drum and bass london
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Loud, emotional, drunken industrial. Futuristic, psychotic sci-fi breakbeats, overdrive guitar and passionate vitriol.
As the industrial scene frantically tries to salvage some underground dance credibility back from the electronica world it arguably helped create, DeathBoy stands out as the anomaly. An original drum'n'bass / hardcore kid, whose online albums to date chart his descent from nasty slabs of instrumental funk, through a vodka fuelled haze of self-loathing, hatred and anger into today's minimalist breakbeat industrial. Oh it's dirty, angry stuff. Trent Reznor without the bloated prog rock, Alec Empire with a production job by the Chemical Brothers.
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Charts
Peak #284
Peak in subgenre #25
Author
Phillips / Lamb
Rights
Scott Lamb, 2007, All Rights Reserved
Uploaded
June 29, 2007
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 3:57
Story behind the song
This is a song about relationships and loss, with lyrics by Matthew Phillips. Written on a gloomy, fucked up evening in London, under the influence of much vodka and with an absent girlfriend, Scott received the lyrics and put the track down the same night. This version is produced by John Fryer (who co-produced Pretty Hate Machine for Nine Inch Nails) and is featured on the XBox 360 global launch title Project Gotham Racing 3.
Lyrics
Do you know who I am? Where I am now Or where I started? Recognise the man? Where I am now Left broken hearted Do you hear my voice? Where it comes from And when I pleaded Does it give a choice? Where it comes from Just say I’m needed --- Do you see my face? Who it cries for? Left so astounded Do I know my place? Who it cries for? Left so confounded Do you feel my touch? What it clings to Big empty spaces Did I give too much? What it clings to Time now erases --- Do you know my name? What it means to My life forgotten Do you feel the shame? What it means to The dream so rotten I stopped thinking and started to feel instead I stopped sinking… too fast... too deep... she said I stopped thinking… and I stopped being I stopped sinking… and I stopped seeing --- Black mornings Black mornings Black mornings No more! No more! Black mornings Black mornings Black mornings No more! No more! Amphetamines for recreation Ecstacy in devastation Black mornings Black mornings No more! No more!
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