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Kings & Beggars

by Vandalism

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James Chappelow I haven't listened to anything else since getting this album. Absolutely fantastic! Hope to see you tour the UK soon.
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Sebastiaan Van Heesvelde Fantastic lyrics and vocals. I just the love the hardcore sound they creat. Favorite track: Far From Our Eyes.
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It was the last bag of cotton that she had to pick. It was the last time she had to suck that asshole's dick. She got her husband back, could heal the stripes on her back, could start all over again, could define where and when. It was the last night she dreamed of freedom hopelessly. And the first day she freed her hopes from dreams lately. One nation's chapter shut, but million others did not. Slavery still exists. Its modern form persists. As we could notice repeatedly man uses improvements sparingly. And slavery still exists. Its modern form persists. Although I do consider that story's end above as a major step forward tarried long enough. A small foundation of long progression. There's still me and you and a lot of work to do. Like kings and beggars we're living in reign and exploitation, obesity and hunger and with suppressed compassion. Slavery still exists. It's modern form persists. As we could notice repeatedly man uses improvements sparingly. And slavery still exists. It's modern form persists.
I'll lift up my head and hang old thoughts instead, speak out on what's always been unsaid. I'll break free my mind from the constraints they defined, leave cut up puppet strings behind. Won't keep the ache awake, Won't repeat the same mistake. There's so much more to take. Some mental chains to break. I'll put the weight on their backs!
So many words, clauses and phrases, arguments, concepts and so many faces. Ears have been deafened, the brain's been stressed. Word after word, just a cough interrupts. Once again they kicked the topic into the abyss and raised another, no one listened, commonplace My head is already spinning. It's never ending - back and forth. Ears have been deafened, the brain's been stressed. Word after word, just a cough interrupts.
There she sits in front of me Tailor-fashioned symmetry Skin tight clothed and fancy-free A human shape of poetry Her colored lips seem challenging I finally stopped wondering as she performs in drunken state a stunning Lady Marmalade Life overwhelms me once again, just exhilarates me now and then. Appetence for beauty lets me seek and if I make a find it makes me weak. Euphoria flooded body parts shiver 'til the next peak starts We discharge our energy Set up a perfect synergy Well on our way to go to hell we end up in that cheap hotel Few thoughts turn into decibel 'til we reticently say farewell
Getaway 02:32
"No right of way!" they said with a grin in front of you. You kept calm, held back. unresting you followed through. I know you didn't come by feet a thousand miles to fear racist scum and their spiteful smiles. there must be a way outta this out of fear and out of anguish into something we all can trust and where each and every one is allowed to rest Lost all you had. Sister, brother, mom and dad. Nothing could get you down. Now you're on your way alone. You and me we know what the caged bird's singing for You and me we know why you face this world once more
Sundown 02:00
My final disease chained my body to bed It faded away quite unlike my head My organs were destroyed by demons inside I only could lose but was ready to fight Most friends couldn't stand it and handle this shit Unlike me they could break free from it (?) I couldn't change anyone but I still had control of what came to my mind and affected my soul Didn't focus on those, I cherished the rest Did not complain and cherished the past I lay in the rain all sunny day long At the eleventh hour I tried to stay strong, unimpressed I said before I started to drown Do come, sundown.
lifetime of infrequent contact. as seldom as abstract. hesitant hugs and handshakes. no big deal, I never asked for much. you will always be my father, but it's up to you to define the kind of dad I will have had. where are we now? you broke with me. where are we now? for reasons I don't see and this is such a disappointment. the more I think about this the more upset and angrier I get, the more my image of you changes from the one I once had.
where cries for help will always be unheard, where feet stand still in excrements and dirt, which stench covers each sweet-scented summer rain while widened eyes long for sunlight in vain we're skinning and caging, force-feeding and beheading, plucking and shearing, angling and paunching, culling and hunting, exploiting and trashing and I can't grasp all that's still common. we're breeding and selling, shooing and droving, poisoning and infecting, exterminating and whaling, chaining and torturing, training and abusing and I can't grasp all that's still common. where perplexed faces express dismay when millions bleed to death from day to day their lives appear to be quite worthless and murder's justified by economic success this is so clearly wrong but we go on and on
Rearview 03:11
Anything you ever had, anything you'll ever have, is worth nothing to me, worth everything to you. When death gives you a kiss on your cheek you'll freeze like everyone else - no bonus for your lifetime greed. When you look back your life's a picture in black and white. At the end of the road tell me your final thought. What if you only had five days to live. Would you regret when you look back? You look back and your life's a picture in black and white
I break apart for I'm diseased and sick - like parasites they torture me with needles drilling through my skin to get out what's secured within. My oceans are a dumping ground like every other place they found. Contaminated sceneries and greasy shimmering high seas. Lifetimes full of misery - they rape the caged and hunt the free. Their hands - oh blessed with hands they are - hold weapons in an endless war. They are all the same at heart - ignorance meets disregard. Recklessly they live their lie, don't mind teardrops in a sister's eye. Not long I could resist the threat, I break apart, I'm feeling it. "Oh, mother earth", I hear them cry with begging hands up in the sky. There will be nothing.


released October 15, 2016

Recorded, mixed & mastered in 2015 by Alex Sickel @ Tiny Pond Studio, Hannover


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