1. |
Madrid Delivery Room
06:24
|
|||
|
MADRID DELIVERY ROOM
against perversion of passing time
we have an appointment with God
behind the hospital doors.
there’s no escape from controlling hands
and unreal city, where we’ve never thought
too loud for so long.
made of broken images we can’t
set down or guess
how to save all our affections from decay.
fed with decadent smile
maundering through the streets
we still actually can’t make our own hearts beat.
this bed gives no shelter and sex no relief
your arms are full of the same regret.
their greatest crime is to have been born
in unreal city, look at me standing up straight
in a violent light
dark hours are coming but
we’re already bored and tired
now, there’s not any singing choir
in uninhabited sky.
fed with decadent smile
maundering through the streets
we still actually can’t make our own hearts beat.
“el delito mayor del hombre es haber nacido.”
unreal towers are falling down
children have no patience
and we should believe in what we have
our final immersion is near
oh please
keep the enigma working
as blood still shakes our hearts filled up with
something real.
(ooh ooh)
blood still shakes our hearts
filled up with something real.
|
||||
2. |
Alternative Reality
04:43
|
|||
|
ALTERNATIVE REALITY
please tell me what you love the most
under the pressure of all whispering ghosts
our poisoned hearts are
breaking through the dark
to unify lying down under the unnamed stars.
nothing seems to be real anymore
even Rose is not a rose is not a rose is not a rose
but there’s no need to be worried
everything’s under control
there’s no need to be worried at all.
there was no one to give me
speech hearing and sight
I lost my way in one body
in other body I drowned
then with no warning I left my desire for good
and my healing wounds are
painfully opened again.
once I met my love
somewhere on the other side
but all tranquility with moths of joy
disappeared into the night.
my dear, remember me when I’m gone
it was too hard to carry on
Santa Muerte can be sweet and kind to all
I heard them say, “we go down to our home”.
I hope you’ll find me someday
(somewhere in a “place of the misty sky”)
in wrong directions floating in the air
(reaching for a “place of the misty sky”)
I hope you’ll hear whisper again
(coming from a “place of the misty sky”)
when rocket of hope lights the eternal flame.
the final cut is coming
(it’s coming for fuck’s sake!)
the final cut is coming amid perverse reactions.
birds will sing the right meanings
with the morning sun.
|
||||
3. |
Horst Wessel Song
03:36
|
|||
|
HORST WESSEL SONG
living in the times of snakes
blue gin we drink in the evening
our flag is raised high
you’re here with the gold of your hair
and the warmth of your hands
we’re digging a hole in the air
hearing death’s serenade
his drums are louder thanks to those little hearts
shut in front of a brick wall.
Berlin Berlin Berlin
sing for me this song
Berlin Berlin Berlin
it wasn’t our fault.
(ooh)
Berlin Berlin Berlin
sing for me this song
(ooh)
Berlin Berlin Berlin
it wasn’t our fault
(we’re invalid)
it wasn’t our fault
(we’re invalid)
it wasn’t our fault.
|
||||
Vermones Kraków, Poland
Vermones are five-piece alt rock group based in Kraków (Poland), who formed in 2010. The band consists of: Mateusz Suchecki (vocals, piano, synthesizer, lyrics), Filip Golis (guitar, synthesizer), Konrad Kubalski (drums, percussion), Filip Franczak (bass) and Ignacy Matuszewski (synthesizers, effects). ... more
If you like Vermones, you may also like:
featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 20, 2013
go to album
Io tu il loro
by Klaus Johann Grobe
Pivoting from German to English, disco to soft rock, the groovy Swiss duo branch out on their first album in six years.
go to album
Split Screen EP
by Walk Home Drunk, Comité balnéaire
This split EP from two France-based musicians is a gem, both artists recalling the glory days of slowcore in their heart-tugging melodies.
go to album
Art-pop that turns a critical eye on the world, as accessible as it is complex; sales benefit the Southern Poverty Law Center.
go to album
Frankie Rose returns with a shimmery collection of synth-pop songs warmed by her gorgeous voice and undeniable talent for melody.
go to album
Cléa Vincent - Tropi-cléa
by Clea Vincent
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jul 4, 2017
go to album
BG113 | A Sacred Day After Everything Has Gone
by Boys Age
Experimental pop from Japan is undeniable hooky and just weird enough.
go to album
