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Sgr A*
06:37
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I radiate parts of myself
across oceans of space and time
My mind and memory fade away
'til I'm nothing, no where, no one
A face, a name, a scent, a smile
slips quietly into the night
A formless void that once held life
where darkness and light collide
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We are made smaller
Our voices become harder
We cry more than we sing
but say nothing more than anything
Now we’re strangers to our convictions
and Medusa to our reflections
Because every death diminishes us
Every number that we take out of our phones
becomes a promise deep inside our bones
to take pride in our battle-scars,
our honesty come-by broken hearts
And to keep breathing, keep on living
No one forgotten, nothing forgiven
Because every death diminishes us
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Tragédienne
03:59
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I’ll bury money in the backyard
for you to hire mourners for my wake
A marching band
Perhaps music as a guiding hand
A brief moment’s reprieve
from the bloodsport of love
I want my name on a wall somewhere
when language has transcended into only smells and colors
I hope the scent or nuance of my name
lends a sense of purpose to my fate
Surrounded at the downtown barricades,
defiantly refusing to be taken alive
An incendiary heart
in a flame-retardant world
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Anarkisterna
03:17
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Från vattnet ser jag skräcken,
ett tjut i vinden utan röst
Dödsskuggans dröm om evigheten
En vår som drömmer om höst
Jag ser det förlovade landet
på min färd förbi
Kannibalöden
och isolerade liv
Ingenting rör sig här
allt vilt har tämjts
älven brusar tystare
som om den skäms
Så skit i fattig-Sverige
svälj gråten och le
men bara för att ni har glömt mörkret
glömmer mörkret inte er
Jag undrar om
det nånsin slår er att
ni är oss skyldiga allt?
Jag vill jaga
västerut över havet
Jag ska bli yngre
fyra minuter i taget
Det går en fin eld
under min hud
Jag ska mycket längre ut
Jag undrar om
någonstans, någon gång,
någon kommer att minnas oss?
Jag drömmer om
att det är oss dom ska viska om
uppspelt till varann
här kommer dom
ANARKISTERNA
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Body Pact
06:24
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Spit in my mouth
Lean in close enough
to smell the sickness on me
Sing me to sleep
and lick me clean
Call me by my low name
on your belly in the dirt
Looking for bones to bring home
from the killing fields
and the pet cemeteries
And if we’re bleeding,
it’s just to prove that we’re still alive
Cut your palm
and press your wound to mine
And when we’re falling,
we’ll do it
with our heads held high
Always in love
Never in line
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Ellen Ripley Gothenburg, Sweden
7" ANARKISTERNA/FRONTEN GÅR GENOM HJÄRTAT
OUT MAY 1
Tim - guitar, vocals
Lisa -
bass
Idun - drums
Emma - keys
ellenripleygbg@gmail.com
First demo tape BODY PACT available at:
neverunderstandgbg.blogspot.com
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