DEBRIS (Thisco | Thisk​.​74)

by Waste Disposal Machine

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Thisco Records, Thisk.74, 2014

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released 10 May 2014

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Waste Disposal Machine:

João M. Gonçalves – voz + textos | vocals + words

Miguel Silva – guitarras + teclados + programações | guitars + keyboards + programming

Rui Jorge – guitarras | guitars
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Viola-baixo em todas as faixas | Bass guitar on all tracks: Jorge Serigado
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As Time Goes By (You Breathe Up Your Life) - música & texto | music & words: Waste Disposal Machine

Infoxication - música & texto | music & words: Waste Disposal Machine

Debris - música & texto | music & words: Waste Disposal Machine

Stalkers - música & texto | music & words: Waste Disposal Machine

Name of the Game - música & texto | music & words: Waste Disposal Machine

Matrioska – música | music: Waste Disposal Machine & PMDS

Tabula Rasa – música | music: Waste Disposal Machine & Sci Fi Industries; texto | words: Waste Disposal Machine

R[existência] – música | music: Waste Disposal Machine; texto & participação vocal | words & guest vocals: Broto Verbo

The Wake – música & texto | music & words: Waste Disposal Machine; participação vocal | guest vocals: Miss Cat

Indian Mountain - música | music: Waste Disposal Machine & Ah Cama-Sotz

Through the Wasteland - música | music: Waste Disposal Machine; samples & field recordings: Waste Disposal Machine with Mikroben Krieg

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Gravações & misturas | Recording & mixing: Château du Mémè

Produção | Produced by Waste Disposal Machine & Jorge Serigado

Masterização | Mastering: Herman Klapholz / Illektrik Toolz

Grafismo | Artwork: João Pereira

Fotografia | Photography: Miguel 'Noctvrno' Silva

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Track Name: As Time Goes By (You Breathe Up Your Life)
While you grow old and you grow bold
You risk your life
Elude your conformity, fake all rebelion
Fake the rebelion
You grow old and you grow bold
The youngsters they fake it
While the older timers break it
Their fire still burns, the fire still burns in me

As you grow old – smoke gets in your eyes
As time goes by – you waste all of your life

While you grow old, and you grow bold
You waste all the words
Erasing all concepts, you become non-entity
And you're given new identity
You grow old, and you grow bold
You risk your life
Elude your conformity
The fire still burns, the fire still burns in me

As you grow old and you grow bold
Smoke gets in your eyes, it breaks in your veins
You grow old and you grow bold
Smoke gets in your eyes, you waste all of your life
Track Name: Infoxication
Covering non sense news, marketing tricks and violence
numbing babies, creating abstractions brainwashing
I'm so sic of it all, rotten twisted pigs
taking violence inside your weakened brain

What are you feeding me
Information, real life, fiction
Who told you I'm hungry
I might as well get angry
Do you ever stop and think
All this violence might backfire
It could blow your satellites off
It wil turn my satellites on and off

Open your eyes – fall asleep (in my arms)
Stare at the eye – fall asleep (little ones)

I demand freedom of thought
Indignation, real life, fiction
I demand freedom of speech
Minds blinded by the screen light
Do you ever stop and think
All this violence might backfire
Freedom blows your satellites off
It will turn my satellites on and off
Track Name: Debris
Attack them with firebombs
Fireworks and chunks of marble
Smashed off department stores
Banks and five-star hotels.

Smashed glass and burning buildings
Passers-by seeking refuge
Burnt wrecakge, scenes of mayhem
Rockets rain down from the skies.

I'd rather die with dignity than bow my head down
Slavery
I'd rather die with dignity than bend my spine down
Slavery

Lined-up in slowly swelling ranks
Dealing with similar demons
People trapped, under siege
Straggled from their cosy homes.
Track Name: Stalkers
It is not something in our past
Not something in our childhood
It is not malfunction of the mind
Not a matter of good versus evil

What is it?...

It's in the blood
It's in our nature
Hunters
Stalkers

Always stalking the unuspecting prey
Tracking down the missing thing
The missing part of our lives
The missing link to make us whole
Track Name: Name of the Game
Are you laughing with me
Are you laughing at me
Fun is the name of the game
Humilliation is the name of the game

Are you playing with me
Are you playing against me
Fun is the name of the game
Humilliation is the name of the game

No, I am not real - I have become the shadow in your eyes
No, I am not real -I have become the hatred in your heart

Now I am real – you've become my host
Now I am fear...
Now I am real – you've become my host
Now I am real... fear

Are you laughing with me
Are you laughing at me
Fun is the name of the game
Humilliation is the name of the game

Are you counting on me
Are you body counting me
Fun is the name of the game
Humilliation is the name of the game
Track Name: Matrioska
instrumental
Track Name: Tabula Rasa
You stand in line waiting for the call
no words, no thoughts, motionless

You take the blow falling slowly down
no words, no thoughts, motionless (no rewards)

A de-programmed subject
tabula rasa, the unconsciousness
upon which new memories
will never be re-programmed

You turn your back logging off once more
no words, no thoughts, motionless

You shut your eyes bending your head down
no words, no thoughts, motionless
Track Name: R[existência]
Na estrada infinita, finita é a luz.
Na luz que se finda, estilhaça-se a sombra.
Na sombra que morre, germina a ausência.
Na ausência que cresce acanha-se o todo.
No todo que oculta, confisca-se a forma.
Na forma que resta, deflagra a deforma.
A deforma que brota, adorna-se de alma.
Na alma infinita, finita é a vida.
Na vida que finda, profunda é a esperança...

Ser ou não ser! Estar ou não estar!
Dependesse de nós,
partir ou ficar...

Na máquina quente, agita-se o sangue.
No sangue que bomba, enerva-se a seiva.
Na seiva que nutre, vigorasse a força.
Na força que aperta, sufoca-se a artéria.
Na artéria que explode, inunda-se o ar.
No ar que evapora, dilui-se a matéria.
A matéria que fica, disfarça de corpo.
No corpo que aviva, ateia-se a chama.
Na chama que cessa, dissipa-se a vida...

Ser ou não ser! Estar ou não estar!
Dependesse de nós,
partir ou ficar...
Track Name: The Wake
You wake up - early call
Wash your face - mirror doll

You turn around - on your feet
All made up - drag your heels

Fear the wake
Inertia
Feel the weight on your shoulders

Blink your eyes - swing so slow
Fake a smile - sunk so low

inertia weighs - takes its toll
Dreams on hold - it's all so dull
Track Name: Indian Mountain
Ride out, ride west, follow the sun
Lights out, sundown, rise above the ground

Step up, ride light, into the open plains
Head up, breathe in, under crimson skies

Ride high, ride west
I'll meet you at Indian Mountain
Track Name: Through the Wasteland
Instrumental