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oh! constant torment...
02:25
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oh, constant torment!
people by my side...
oh, constant torment!
people by my side...
i'm walking forwards in the alleyway
i sign autographs to someone in my head
oh, constant torment!
people by my side...
oh, constant torment!
people by my side...
i'm doing pirouettes, dancing in the air...
i go unnoticed, so far no one cares...
oh, constant torment!
people by my side...
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the voice
03:18
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i hear the voice cry out loud in my head
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inst.
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walking down the map
04:10
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oh I was this pretty young boy full of acne and far from being thin that spent every day watching his own bedroom’s wall’s spins
i guess I was wasted but I never felt trusted
i wanted to live in style but I had to create a file of my old fashioned life to see what I could find
i guess I’ll be walking
i guess I’ll be walking down the map from the land of the ashes and the lambs
and then I did hide, had to wait for the best time...
but I learned to work quite hard, to believe in my weapons, to release my stress through breathing hard and screaming loud
so I’m putting some distance between me and the other little brats
i guess I’ll be walking
i guess I’ll be walking down the map from the land of the ashes and the lambs
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we thoroughly practice a natural lifestyle
saying hello to flowers
worshipping many gods.
our clothes are made of bracken
we travel by canoe...
we should invent lifejackets if we ever come too close
and run, run
run into the ocean
and if we drowned there
we'd make it romantic
our main preoccupation comes from the holy sky
when that blue roof starts falling smashing our worthless lives
so we'd run, run,
we'd run undercover 'till the mankind finds evolution
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streetlamps
02:41
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under the light of streetlamps
my husband found his death
i’m walking towards the green lands
i'm meeting some people
they’ll take me to the high hill
they’ll carry me on their arms
they’ll stay awake all night long
cause in my dreams streetlamps
crying over my deep grief
i’m wearing my old black dress
running all across the country
looking for the proper place
Where i´m going to throw his ashes
right into the open ground
then i’ll carve on the headstone
“this is my man’s last known home”
causw under the lights of the streetlamps
my husband found his death
and i’m walking towards the green lands
to wear my mourning clothes
and to dream of doing him
just like in my teenage years
every night when no one sees
we'd be rolling in the grass
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the car fell down right through the naval slope
her parents died but she escaped unharmed
she covered them in dry leaves and resin
she knew she had a new life to begin
she looked for firewood near the chestnut trees
with lots of gathered tears that never flowed
the owls began to hoot and then they flew
there was no one and no one ever knew
she lighted fire, put the bodies in the pyre
crossed the forest screaming
“there’s no one for me! why can’t i make it higher?”
she started hunting little animals
she hid at night inside the profound caves
too many wolves and wild beasts waiting for
too many dangers, soon she lost control
she felt so lonely trapped in the deep throat
Went to the river and her bareness bloomed
soon truth invaded her now weakened brain
there was no one and no one ever waved
Went back to fire, threw herself into the pyre
fled from life screaming
“there’s no one for me! why can’t i make it higher?”
the throat’s not empty, she’s a nymph, a waterfall
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male cough
03:50
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i feel
I feel
I feel
something inside
like a
like a
like a
real-life sized
tiring icing knife
that raised fast
from my stomach
to my chest
to my chest
to my chest
oh! my nest!
and cried
and cried
and cried
like a baby deer
being killed
by a double-barreled
shot gun that laid
a full-grown carcass
with no spine
a full-grown corpse
with no life
with no fight
and no tribe
with not light
and not right
i've vomited the unvomitable
i've thrown up everything
with no desire
and the only stuff
remaining here
is just male cough
and female fire
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johnny squid
03:20
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johnny came upon the lightning
ask it to grant him a wish
"turn me into a sea creature
so on plankton i can prey"
who's the master of the silly?
who's the owner of the truth?
thunder granted malediction
johnny had no second chance
little johnny made of jelly
he grew eight legs and he boomed
forehead, beak and shiny suckers
in a current of shampoo
which will sail the blues of europe
which will climb the ocean walls
trying to poison all the corals
yelling as he gains control:
this brain makes my body tingle
but instead we mingle
and we should create a
family of mollusks
to improve the species
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sailor murphy
03:24
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those days
i interacted
festily
with madame madness
i need
to turn the lights on
i crave
to see myself grown
hard to find
any good feature
harder yet
to love a creature
used to live
into my blindness
luckily
i found some kindness
sailor was fucking a monster rough and bareback
and it was covered in endless fur
i suggest you use a chainsaw in the foliage
you deserve the treatment of a star
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outstanding artillery
04:17
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outstanding artillery resounding loud and far
and echoes colliding, the hardest of them all
former step-uncle, he took me to the yard
he held me, he taught me what life was all about
i wish those fireworks fell down on his head
filling with colour the whole shape of the air
bubbles of colour from his head
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where will my head rest
04:23
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where will my head rest?
where will my head rest?
on that embankment?
the stars dressed in fluorine
fluorine, fluorine
where will my head rest?
where will my head rest?
near the crying fountain?
my heart beating
my heart beating faster
faster, faster
i yell at their guns
i yell for my art
i yell till i can't
breathe
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uneasiness
04:12
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since i thought you knocked on the door i've been raving down on the floor hitting my head against the wall looking directly at the fall with my lonely eyes.
suddenly i took up a knife, i tried to attempt on my life, in my head i started a fight but i realized that i needed some aid while i was looking directly at the fall with my lonely eyes
when i threw it i got to know there's no pain or misery at all.
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this is the story of helen, who destroyed the mighty army full of junkies armoured with their poisoned arrows. she came by through the water, rolling thunder wearing leather "aphrodite on her high heels from the tidal wave, i'd rather"
she once was named the queen of all the lands of the amazons, there she chose to use the spears against her opponents' feeble zones. helen flying like a spider throwing webs right through her nostrils to defeat the condemned junkies with her marvellous tight outfits
she went to tartar, she crossed the land, picked on the junkies, brought them their tramp
i remember all the things she said to us when she ended labour, her smile was bright as gold and she had turned into our idol. we waved at her screaming "now we have a will for living" then he followed with her mission. lord! her life was so much thrilling...
she went to tartar, she croseed the land, picked on the junkies, brought them their tramp. she burned their remains, spitted on them, left out the tartar, went back to hell. the flaming hell.
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Ellen Gender Spain
Ellen Gender nació en la selva asturiana. Hija de padre minero y madre turista. Nieta de aldeana, sobrina de opositora y hermana de sanadores. Siempre supo que quería dedicarse a la paleontología pero desde pequeña aprendió que no todo lo que se desea se cumple. ... more
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