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Radio, live transmission
Radio, live transmission
Listen to the silence, let it ring on
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun
We would have a fine time living in the night
Left to blind destruction
Waiting for our sight
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong
And hide from these days
we remained all alone
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time
Touching from a distance
Further all the time
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Well I could call out when the going gets tough
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough
No language, just sound,
That's all we need know, to synchronize
Love to the beat of the show
And we could dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
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All we ever wanted
Was everything
All we ever got
Was cold
Get up, eat jelly
Sandwich bars and barbed wire
Squash every week into a day
The sound of the drum is calling
The sound of the drum has called
Flash of youth
Shoot out of darkness
Factory town
Oh to be the cream
Oh to be the cream
Oh to be the cream
Oh to be the cream
Oh to be the cream
Oh to be the cream
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On a winters day
When the skies were gray
I went inside
The grove
Beside the great oak tree
I found a journal
Of one who came before
And bared his soul
Shameless curiosity
Fervently reading
Uncovering
The tormented soul
Hoping
The twisted writer
Would return to love me
So we can heal our woes
Everyday
I will stand beneath the oak
Waiting for the enigmatic individual
Everyday
I will stand beneath the oak
Waiting for the enigmatic individual
By the thaw of spring
My heart will be
Chilled by passion
And warmed by hope
In the grove i'll stay
Until the day
The deity returns
And soothes my bones
Shameless curiosity
Fervently reading
Uncovering
The tormented soul
Hoping
The twisted writer
Would return to love me
So we can heal our woes
Everyday
I will stand beneath the oak
Waiting for the enigmatic individual
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4. |
Dark Entries (Bauhaus)
03:46
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Caressing, bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed, I will scream in vain
Oh please, Ms. Lane, leave me with some pain
Went walking through this city's neon lights
In fear of disguising my warping seething pressure lines
Among confidant heirs, intangible of price
Trying so hard to find what was right
I came upon your room, it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
She took delight in taking down my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side
Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times, cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love
He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues
Gyrating through some lonesome devils row
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey
Of walking money checks possessing holes
He offers his services
Exploitation of his finer years
Work with loosely woven fabrics of office clerks
Any lay suffices his eye
I came upon your room, it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
Took delight in taking down my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side
Puckering up and down those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times
Don't go waving your pretentious love
Dark entries
Dark entries
Dark entries
Dark entries
Dark entries
Dark entries
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Up for three days
Up for three days
Down underground for six more
Incisions cannot penetrate my feet
Tripping, gliding, falling numbly
Hands held together with unwanted skin
Ripping, hiding, calling dumbly
Oh
You, in houses of mud
You, in gutter sleep love
You, born to slaughter-swathed gloves
You dressing daughters and sons
Like you, I am broken and fragile
Like you, I am tasting my heart for the first time
Like you, I am feeding on slumber
Like you, I've left my eyes far behind me
Down for the count I'm still drowning
I'm still drowning
The eighth day
Sleep, the eighth day
Clawed my way back to the first
No gentle fingers collapse on my eyes
Weeping, prying, struggling blindly
There's no sanity standing me back on my feet
I'm in an empty room
I'm burning books from you
I'm lost in bed with you
Breaking these mirrors to end all I've seen
Like you, I am broken and fragile
Like you, I am tasting my heart for the first time
Like you, I am feeding on slumber
Like you, I've left my eyes far behind me
Down for the count
I'm still drowning
I'm still drowning
I'm still drowning
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6. |
Sonnet 29 (Shakespeare)
00:55
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[Background audio: sounds recorded by a cemetery fence at midnight]
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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Cadaver Cable Florida
Formed in 2019, Cadaver Cable is the passion project of a Florida goth, and, sometimes, his friends. It's made up of 2am
compositions, phone voice memo recordings, twenty-dollar keyboards, sore hands, and desperation.
A friend of the band jokingly referred to its genre as "corpse-core." Another said "it has a very deranged haunted quality." The genres of the albums are not consistent at all.
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