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Concept
06:28
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One final question though,
Are you using solar energy mate?
Traveller, traveller, traveller,
What do you see that is missing now?
This is the end, this is the end
I’m going back my way
I’ll miss you when I get back there.
Traveller, traveller, traveller
Why do you see it like you do, away?
This is the end, this is the end,
This is the end, I’m going away, away
Away, iota
Going away
And run for your lie-ie-ie-ie
And run for your lie-ie-ie-ie
Fellow Americans, this is your President speaking. As of this day, April the 15th 2027, the National Institute of Health has made a legislative proposal that was passed by both the House and the Senate. This legislative suggests that the United States of America should legalize each and every type of recreational drug available to mankind. In an effort to relieve this great nation of ours of everyday stress, I have given this idea a lot of thought. And I say: let’s fucking do it, baby. Let’s legalize every single goddamn thing you can snort, smoke, inject or swallow; let’s get fucked up.
I got some figures that I know where I’ll spend
Now that I’m allowed to break and bend the rules
Your eyes are fixed on my eyes,
I feel as if a hurricane is blowing through
Lord, you, you’re such a beautiful girl
I’d rip my lungs out just to see you smile
Show me where you want me
A tickle to the front side and a spasm to the back
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2. |
Depth
07:08
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There lies a garden
Above glass and sky
Hiding in plain sight
Melding with the world
So wordless
So lawless
Echoes in purity
But I’m banned, forbidden from entering
Lord, what is happening?
My body shoved down the depth
But the lights, blinding eyes
They scream out, shout out
“One has to fall first, for one to fly”
High
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3. |
Electric Birds
06:23
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There was once a young man who had a black cage full of electric birds.
And these birds, they really could not fly, no, because they were goddamn electric.
Very much eclectic.
One thing these birds could do really well is imitate sounds other birds could not imitate, because of their sheer electric value, you see.
They deprive people of sleep, and let loose the most repetitive of sounds, leaving everybody wondering, "What are we to do about these electric birds, mate?"
Electric birds
So I was talking to these birds the other day... must've been drugged like shit, because I felt as if I'd known them forever.
And they say: "Yo listen man, why don't you go down to San Francisco?"
And I say: "San Francisco? Why the fuck would I wanna go there?"
And they say: "There's plenty of things you can do in good old San Fran, like read books, do drugs, cross the Golden Gate bridge, fuck women, fuck anything, get a suntan, get a taco, get shitfaced, just not lie around here and listen to these goddamn electric birds, mate."
Electric birds.
And I feel it all, and I feel it all
And I feel it all
And I feel it all. 'Cause these birds, they never fall.
See, these birds, they never fall.
Ah shit.
Plenty of fucking left to do now.
Plenty of fucking left to do now, aye.
I was gonna sing a very catchy melody here but due to copyright infringement I'm just not going to be able to.
Electric
Electric
Birds
Oh, my
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4. |
Off
05:34
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I’m switched off
I’m switched off
I’m switched off
I’m switched off
I’m switched off
I’m switched
Beyond my center
Of what is right and what is tethered
To go down, to see without any doubt
So lacerate the body and then the brain
The latter won’t bother to explain
Why it would forget nevermore
‘Cause every time I reach the bottom
Someone passes me a shovel
Orders me to dig until I bleed
From my I-eyes
And I’m switched off, nothing can turn me on
I’d kill myself, or you do it, just drive this pain away
I’m switched off
I’m switched off
I’m switched off
I’m switched off
I’m switched off
I’m so soft
I’m so soft
I’m so
Soft is the feeling you took from me
And soft is the air when I try to breathe
I’d kill myself to forget your face
I’d kill myself to forget this pain
Explain, isolate every day by day
And keep convincing me ‘twas not insane
I’ve lied to myself more than good Saint Joseph
I really don’t believe it was worth the commotion
Emotionless, stoic, and pale I became
But there’s a page that I cannot erase
It blinds me, fucking blinds me
Connects and finds me
Like stitches it binds us
Hurts my eyes, it hurts my disguise
It hurts when I say that I realize
That I’m
Switched
Off
I’m switched off
I’m switched off
Lie, switched off
Lie
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Qat
10:17
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There'll come a time, I won't be masked, I'll sail away, I'll bid my friends goodbye.
There'll come a time, I'll be long gone, but the stars they'll guide me towards new land.
There'll come a time, you and me, your hand in mine, come away with me.
There'll come a time, my blade, their throat, this field, red in blood, horoz.
There'll come a time, I will be god, I'll care from above, I'll never look away.
There'll come a time, you will condemn all those that dared step foot into the temple.
There'll come a time, I will be lost in my euphoric state of self-control
There'll come a time, there'll come a time, there'll come a time.
Die
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6. |
Arsenic
07:46
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I would like some arsenic
I would like some arsenic
I would like some arsenic
Happiness in suicide
There was a long time that I knew that true personal time comes as you lie to your true positional time management.
You never
You never haunted me again
You never haunted me again, my
You never haunted me again, my
And just forget about it,
So many ways above it all
It’s why I’m so fucking pissed
Don’t even care about it
Want to rise above it all
It’s why I’m so fucking dead
Why do you see it like you do?
I feel so alive
And you’ve been dead for a long time
A very long time.
You never haunted me again, my
You never haunted me again, my
So god damn this fucking shit song
I ain’t give a shit about it
You want to rise above it all?
It’s why I’m so fucking dead
Ain’t much to do about it
So many ways above it all
It’s why I’m so fucking pissed
Why do you see it like you do?
I feel so alive
And you’ve been dead for a long time
A very long time.
I’m running fifteen miles
And I’m packing fifteen pounds
Of that shit you call
Arsenic
Arsenic
Arsenic
Arsenic
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