MP3 THCulture - Old Sub Culture

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    MP3 THCulture - Old Sub Culture

    The digital version album THCulture - Old Sub Culture in the form of MP3 files of the highest quality 320kb/s for download.

    recorded & mixed at: 2014-2015 Canal666 Studio & BigBit Studio & SPAART Studio
    recorded by: Yogi & Jacek Młodochowski
    mixed by: Yogi
    mastered by: Andrzej Karp & Michał Kosewski
    produced by: Yogi
    published by: Canal666
    cover: Steve Cutts

    THCulture:

    Yogi - voices, guitars, bass, rhythm, virtual instruments, loops, words
    Żurek - drums, percussions, virtual instruments

    Additional:
    Sezon - voices, words
    Agata Rybarczyk - voices
    Krzysztof Hypnar - solo bass
    Greg Hura - voices, words
    Wiktor Żwikiewicz - words

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      lyrics:

      SISTERS

      two sisters
      manipulation and Propaganda
      reap their harvest
      you watch too little TV
      you have to act not think
      soon we'll chip you like dogs
      and even after hours
      we'll know what you're doing
      catalogued
      dangerous!
      suitable for abuse
      harmless fools
      behind barbed wire
      in an enclosed reserve
      just
      like you deserve
      and if you are naughty
      we'll have your mammon switched off
      you'll sell nothing
      you'll buy nothing

      DELIRIUM

      our enclave will
      collapse under the burden of folly
      we've bound our existence with
      unfulfilled by the peacefulness of lasting
      neurotransmitters smite systems
      both with the debauched self and possession
      mother-clinic closed the gateway shut
      nobody's knocking for a dose of hope though
      feedback cleanses the foreground
      the army does not withdraw surrounded by death
      no weapon can fight exhaustion
      the social illness of pointless existence
      intravenous shots
      and visions to be licked
      sublingual
      head in the clouds
      and hallucinogens
      how about the body?
      the body is stuck in the system's wheelchair
      and you Selene's airy lover
      don't search here are no those who show willing
      too late you've hidden behind the armour
      you'll burn like the rest of moon children
      they in their cover you out of lack of hope

      WALLS

      it is my application
      it's my motion to obtain
      the right to madness
      the allowable consistency
      of anger according to norm
      preserved
      zone
      determined for this face of nature
      where fury ruins and creates
      the breakthrough
      enclosed within the limits
      for a moment of madness
      passionate
      with a derisive smile
      i caress the walls of the city
      and smuggle in the minds
      of fellow inmates
      when I lay the table
      to celebrate this hell
      nobody joins
      but everyone creates it 
      i bare my teeth
      bite into the arteries
      forcing fear
      on bended knees before pictures
      figures of psychopaths
      transport lunatics
      into a sublingual vision
      not to be licked
      chosen cynics
      create illusions
      based on the whore of hope
      masses fly lightly
      antagonists
      spit at each other
      at you scum
      won't even spit

      LITURGY

      according to others' laws and rules
      in an enchanted circle
      according to others' laws and rules
      of production and consumption
      unaware most of what
      you're most strongly convinced of 
      other people's ideas
      what you should do or think
      they are for you
      like brain transplants
      the religion of the product recommends
      the commandments of fashion directives
      in life-proof houses
      tv sells dreams
      product identity
      of clothing subcultures
      passive absorption
      ready-made dreams
      tyranny of the clock
      and the assembly line
      maniac
      liturgy of the commodity

      CONTROL

      the relief of enslavement
      in the ceremony of self-righteousness
      feeding your own burning stake
      by means of extinguishing
      in the ashes of satiety the reek
      sluggishly trails
      overblown ego dies out
      only cry and empty laugh
      destabilisation
      subordination
      servility
      serial number
      to sustain chaos - a stab in the heart
      for system's health - concealment
      lack of conjecture in an open rebellion
      against individualism
      in the clutches
      in the snare
      the silkenly techno logically
      stroked inventor
      guts himself with the cutting edge
      method of ignorance
      self-righteous in his
      improbability
      by force of inertia freely
      by force of inertia freely grows quiet
      undesirably
      unbelievably no one
      parasitically proudly
      changes gibberish into action
      control and its lack
      satisfaction and disgust

      NOBODY

      everybody has to be somebody
      nobody is not nobody
      nobody trusts nobody
      betrayal is omnipresent
      when a child is born
      don't say: you should love
      ‘cause history is ruthless
      and requires sacrifices
      it's survival and conquest
      it counts without mercy
      the dream did not come true though
      and turned out to be a nightmare
      over there is a monument
      erected from dogmas
      and you should be the servant
      of the omnipresent treadmill
      reborn to be given up for milling

      CODE

      radical revision
      code: maltreatment by indifference
      shivers of disinformation
      overfeeding with falsity
      ultra short quantum leaps
      trampling over
      merciful concealment
      incapacitation
      non-descriptness
      the only variety
      fresh wounds torn
      by the whip of self-control
      scruples about the herd
      boundlessly suppressed
      in reckless reincarnation
      getting what's given
      for the price
      for the price of looting
      food deprivation
      code: incurable cicatrisation
      wasting
      code: devastation by satiation
      the positive result of reduction
      triumphant wailing of sirens
      on barren rocks around
      smooth vastness
      illusory niches
      reflexes of the bygone
      in the curse of survival
      ruthlessly ransacked
      the tumult of degradation
      to sanctify the means
      of anxiety of detonation
      short-sightedness of calculated
      far-reaching perspective
      of disorientation
      tamely cunningly on the ladder
      of incidentally jumped enclosure fences

      BLOOD

      there is no escape from here
      get it into your heads
      and all the dough is spent
      to have you by the short and curlies
      always the same scheme
      lies and later murders
      where human bloods flows
      money flows with it 
      some day kneeling over a ditch
      you won't ask why
      ‘cause you'll know well
      ‘cause you've voted

      MAN

      now we bow and scrape
      we don't exaggerate
      those who thump the global table
      smile condescendingly
      great extinction
      rebirth of identity
      in a devastated garden
      lost not regained
      where concrete cracked
      they glued it with plastic
      in the crater of nothingness they stuck a banner
      with a sign or nobody
      we live in loneliness
      in abhorrent extermination
      it's how Man was born
      it's how he lies down

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