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Griefwalker
01:46
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No longer held down
No longer kept confined
By the old dreams long gone by
The old ways never tried
Walk with me
And hold my hand
Until the end
Blessed be the meek
Blessed be the ones who seek
Solace wherever they may find it
Lord knows we all keep trying
Words and images provide
The smallest comforts sometimes
Lift the spirit and stem the wound
Once more on repeat
We believe in life and death
Balance and reflection
Endings we try to comprehend
And fight against
Break these chains
And lift me up
For the clouds have gathered
And the jurors have filled their cups
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Brittle
01:48
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Some say that my outlook is as bleak as
The sky on any November day
I don’t hear what they say
Cause I’ve got dreams to chase
Debts to fulfill
Stakes to claim
Sometimes at night I feel no pain
The fire in our hearts
has turned into a mere flicker
We burned the page
which was written
in our darkest days
Filled with our deepest rage
To some it always feels like a golden age
Or desperate times
With nameless people screaming desperate rhymes
Learn to read between the lines
So say your piece
Grit your teeth
Let them all bow
As you find your feet
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Anchors
01:55
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Awaiting turns
Loosening threads
For all the heroes from the past we can’t forget
Sway slow and deep
Inverted shades
Always the same for all the masses point the blame
So called leaders trap us in sweetened dreams
And gleefully spin a web of dense deceit
Disappointed people make for angry mob mentality
Scapegoats in cages
Have taken the blame for ages
Blistering confronting accusations
Low and behold
The river flows
And drags us all into inevitable throes
The words that we all kept
Close to our hearts and chests
Like amulets...
We look for answers
In different directions
We hope to find anchors in anthems
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4. |
Sternschanze
02:33
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Stars shine bright tonight
So do the Schulterblatt pavement lights
Let’s go out and kill our dreams
And rebuild them in the morning
New banners up on the Rote Flora
Down past the Flora Park
Sankt Pauli fans out in full force today
It is probably an exhibition game
Maybe tonight the rain will drive away this heat
And the Menschenzoo will be
I guess we’re shit out of luck
But don’t worry cause the Reeperbahn is still fucked
I guess we’re shit out of luck
But don’t worry cause the Reeperbahn is still fucked
The gamblers and the drunks talk loud
The girls wear their colors oh so proud
Durch die dunkle straβen irrt der Geist,
Von der Hoffnung die verloren scheint
Von einer Stadt die tapfer kämpft,
doch die Reeperbahn ist immer noch ein hässliches Monument
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5. |
Scourge
02:00
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Uproar!
Jackboots are marching again
This digital age has brought digital hate
Is this a dream or is this reality?
We spend the better part of last year looking for answers
Why the rest of the country was going off the deep end
Like a ship set adrift without any anchors
Distorted narratives wrapped up in easy edible answers
So you think you’re out there to defend your land
Your culture is under duress
Mabuses and henchmen, they are everywhere
Half the world seems like it’s possessed
You keep insisting that their misled fears are honest and valid
Yet everyone else can see the die has been cast
Racism only works wholesale directed downwards
Old tactics wholly adopted by the new cowards
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6. |
Count to Ten
02:44
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Even the mirror lies when tested
For those who can’t stand
A close hard look, piercing eyes make waves
It must be safe being as pure as this
Holding out for something
Seems to be the only thing I’m good at (lately)
I thought I saw you glancing over
Made me draw in some October air
I felt alone and cursed this year
Doesn’t seem to be another way to win
I’ve gotta hold firm to what we believed in
Try to count to ten before you leap into the fray
Episodes that might come back to haunt you some day
No action is without its rewards
Hearts lay fallow, I feel no remorse
But know that these things take time
And tears and blood and a whole lot of guts
So make it last…
I’ve gotta ask you what you think there is for us to be
To see, to feel and hear, to live through
Can you tell me?
Bite off the hand and give it back…
Bite it off…
I believe what you believe in…
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Rerun
01:14
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Regale us all about the time
You and mom stole from the five and dime
Tell me, do you miss it sometimes?
Stories read like something from a paperback
High octane, adrenaline
Vibrant colors, nothing steeped in gray
The fire's almost out, let's piss on the ashes…
We’re just trying the same thing
Breaking out not giving in
Hoping that we will not be
remembered for nothing
The fire's almost out, let's piss on the ashes.
We've got our life back now
Ready? Let’s go!
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8. |
Midnight in the Desert
02:17
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Most times these days make for tedious nights
Dazed and bored I wait for you to turn out the light
I can’t stand the sadness that comes messing with my head
Might be an illness, have to take my pills instead
I try to find comfort in your presence and
the solitary moments of explosive happiness
So yeah, my struggle’s different, less overt
Many nights the wind gets cold being in the desert
Try anything to find a way out of here
The desert is no place to be alone
Try anything
to get away
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Leap of Faith
01:47
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Warning signs stood out and shouted
Heed this warning as you enter here
The shadows outside spelled disaster
Yet we don’t want to live in fear
Lights out
Round one
Straight right attack
Hold tight
We’ll move mountains
They will feel our impact
Straight forward into the fire
Outward scars don’t hurt no more
I want to feel strong and inspired
Hearts alight and not afraid no more
Lights out
Round two
Left hook attack
Hold tight
We’ll move mountains
They will feel our impact
Lights out
Round three
Straight uppercut
Hold tight
They will feel our impact…
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10. |
Cauterize
03:20
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As the words rained down on the clowns
Your toughness offset by the coloring lines
The bodies piled up, the stench benign
You made off with the prize
Soft spoken, yet the bullets hit hard
I've got a sinking feeling that
This day will come again and again
The dream will burn and return
I'll take your names and faces
Scribble them down my arm
Lay in hiding, soothing hatred
These eyes have seen a million gazes
All you see are enemies…
I’m wide awake...
My mind is clear...
I won’t give this another year
Let the dead of now
be the villains of yesteryear
For better or not the question
Sticking in your mind this time
Pig pen scars soothed with loud guitars
The gray colors these crimes of mine
So ease up on the self hate kid
Save your strength and keep it warm
Train the heart and hands for now
Through strength you'll make it through somehow
Pedestals
Loom overhead
Clay feet spies......cauterize
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11. |
Ploughshares
02:52
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Swords instead of ploughshares
Please sir, can we cut a deal?
My masters have abandoned me
I have nothing else to plead
Will work for food and destruction of
Your precious and unjust status quo
Time and energy most of us cannot afford
Decorum just went overboard
They’ve used up all our karma points
But they’re not the one looking down
The barrel of a gun…
Those that are worse off count in the millions
Darkness will not be dispelled by just one
Act of kindness, but us finding
common ground for peace
between me and you...
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Ink Bomb Nijmegen, Netherlands
Dutch punk rock band Ink Bomb just their new record Sauade. The new songs contain the signature Ink Bomb sound: fast, aggressive songs that don’t always follow the standard song structure or punk rock clichés, but do always contain beautiful melodies and a refreshing dose of melancholy. ... more
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