DEBRIS (Thisco | Thisk​.​74)

by Waste Disposal Machine

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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
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Infoxication 04:38
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
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Debris 03:36
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.
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Stalkers 03:18
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
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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
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Matrioska 05:30
instrumental
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Tabula Rasa 03:22
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
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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...
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The Wake 04:36
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
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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
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Instrumental

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Thisco Records, Thisk.74, 2014

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released May 10, 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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