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Prequel for an Unforgiving Wreckage : Barren Lands

by I AM A CURSE

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1.
We came with different motives And now that we are at the crux of our lives It is time to let the core of it unfold As I feel the seaward gale swiping, cold There is no absolute in day-to-day harshness There is no hard and fast rules between you and me And we shall feel the end of it once we thread our way through valley of despair How blind and remote we are We came with different motives But the contradictions were not unbridgeable We would have missed the comfort of our lies How blind and remote we are We've drawn our cold and mighty swords Eager for blood and retaliation But we were already dying away For resentment is love in its blackest day Cutting the chain of the anchor Drifting miles and miles away Then scuttling the ship, standing firm On the deck, alone. I watched the sunset with worn out eyes Because of thousands years of no compromise I will suffer for my vengeance, I will suffer for my crimes When the red dies out, I will be just fine.
2.
It has nothing to do with my name Nothing to do with some sort of fate A self-fulfilling prophecy written by my own hand It came as a self-appointment To my new martyr's life Drenched in silence This is my devotion I ended up in hell without a trial And tonight, waves are fighting with bare teeth « Fight hard and never give in, because they are not giving in either These revolving agents of oblivion! » « Mind your parish, your sheep and their perdition! » I am not the chosen one I am not the chosen one I would make it an altar painted in white and blue for the lost flocks, but above all, for you. I thought that the flicker of my candle At the end of these weak arms of mine Could save and redeem the world I thought that the wax dripping on my hand wouldn't hurt, but it weighed me down. « Isaiah 53:3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Isaiah 53:4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. Isaiah 53:5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed." Oh Lord, you never gave me the chance to feel anything like the heartbeat throbbing from the deep bottom of the ocean Oh Lord, there was never such thing as a second chance, only hints of what I've missed, as many hammer blows, as many crushed nails, as many torn sails...
3.
The Wreck 05:13
But tonight I stand Offering my bruised chest, my spilling guts While we're all running scared For the floe where we were giving birth. We are, all of us, Jobs Though never restored, no, never restored to prosperity We have feared to lose and we have lost We have slain every prophets of misfortune And you bathed in their blood, you bathed in their blood It was never meant to work Sometimes what we've built contrives its own demise And from this stove boat of mine Should I make it over to a raft to escape? Or should I build a barricade? For everybody gave up For you don't swim but sink with leaden hearts We sunk with lures and soft promises We sunk for a never-coming haven I've severed every vessels, an entire fleet, of black bile But the spring seems unfailing But the fight is biased against this royal and never-ending affront. Tonight I stand Introducing my rough hands, my barren lands To you You will never cure, you will never heal And before you, god of plight, I will never kneel I will rest undeceived With my secret grieves untold for sole companions Overwhelmed with remote notions of what life should have been I owe you nothing, I owe you nothing, I owe you nothing You drained me away But we still waltz, but we still waltz, but we still waltz Till the disgraced dawns burn our eyes. Carry on, carry on, I shall ever carry on Among gravel and stones We have to struggle and make it home But carry on, carry on, I shall carry on For the few lessons I will have to learn, the most bitter will be to die alone.
4.
The Open Sea 04:52
The eyes of empathy are turning into disillusion Because the merest exertion, the lone reckless victories Can't ever be understood, I'm too far from the shore And you're way too far from me, you're way too far from me Remember, remember To every bad there is a worse It has always been an option See, our fears were not based on nothing I had to fight and to sacrifice While all these tentacles you had to exorcise And I kept pretending on this raft so poorly made But you can't blame me, No you can't blame me for not having stayed And I tried, I tried Even if it was the best way to fail I tried, I swear I tried... And I tried, I tried Even if in the end, there was no one to hail I tried, I swear I tried... You are my wound and my life You are the knife waiting close to my heart You are the reason why You are my wound and my life You are my wound and my life
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about

This is a treatise on hopes relinquished and silent bitterness. The manifesto of the cold and the proud. A story of ghastly disgrace: I have to carry on, I have to, and that since I first heard the creaking of this empty crib, revengeful, now rocking endlessly in my head. Hark it, you know it will never cease. You know it. because yes, being dead is nothing compared to the knowledge that you are, indeed, dying. This is the first part of our cursed dyptich. Each song has its counterpart, if not in the prequel, then in the sequel to come. Nobody is stranger to grief and nobody has not their tales of hardship and dismay. Among billions, this is one of them. A drama without words. An incident remained untold. This is the prequel for an unforgiving wreckage. Listen and decipher. And live, to rejoice and to endure.
I AM A CURSE.


UPCOMING SHOWS :

UPCOMING SHOWS :

15.07.14 : Caen, FR @ Le Bocal
16.07.14 : Hazebrouck, FR @ Shaka Laka
17.07.14 : Gent, B @ Het Landhuis
18.07.14 : Nijmegen, NL @ De Onderbroek
19.07.14 : Flensburg, D @ Luftschlossfabrik
20.07.14 : Hamburg, D @ Rote Flora
21.07.14 : Göttingen, D @ Historisches Colloquium
22.07.14 : Halle, D @ Reil78
23.07.14 : Berlin, D @ Bei Ruth
24.07.14 : Praha, CZ @ Cafe Na Pul Cesty
25.07.14 : Roky Cany - Just chillin
26.07.14 : Fluff @ Main stage
27.07.14 : Roky Cany - Just chillin
28.07.14 : Ostrava, CZ @ Plan B Hardcore Café
29.07.14 : Krakow, PL @ Kawiarnia Naukowa
30.07.14 : Warsaw, PL @ Przychodnia
31.07.14 : NEED HELP Poland/Slovakia/Ukraine
01.08.14 : NEED HELP Poland/Ukraine
02.08.14 : Kiev, UA @ TBA
03.08.14 : Odessa, UA @ Art-Center
04.08.14 : Crossing funky borders
05.08.14 : Bucharest, RO @ Underworld
06.08.14 : Belgrad, SRB @ Inex Film
07.08.14 : Novi Sad, SRB @ TBA
08.08.14 : Budapest, H @ TBA
09.08.14 : Sibenik, HR @ Martinska Fest
11.08.14 : Lausanne, CH @ TBC

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released December 31, 2011

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