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Dream I
03:05
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(Music : March 2017)
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Conciliabules
06:32
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"The cancels piling in my head
The wound barriers between us..
I saw the half visible moving into my body it's haunting presences
Fake it in my limbs and livers, springs and winters, autumns and summers alike..
Oh it's present, oh it's here,
But have no fear
Oh you know it's constructed, though it's always been there
Atypical energies
Friends stealing my focuses, foes breaking my bones
All locked me in a tree of thoughts with labyrinth roots
The unknown known, this unknown knows,
The unknown knows..
Not anymore today is the days, not anymore self loathing and angst
Real enemies are out in the suns : my shadows are havens
Plotting the fall of uprooting fevers
Conciliabules of repressed hopes, transcend fears to dismantle tyrants
Tears of the dreamers aimed at thrones of the drowners
Feeding the right wolves as worlds collapse
The need for self determination, the right to breathe
You're not drifting - this path is your sister
Those swords wait for your vision to flicker
As you walk it to a perception greater
You already know how to defend the scents
Suns rise again, countless mornings await
Mantras for benzodiazepines
Half visible presences expanding your mind's eye"
(Music : October 2010 ; Words : October 2015)
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3. |
The Revolutionary Dead
05:47
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"O otherworldly screams,
Surface lights in those stagnant waters
Help glue our scattered selves and focuses, send the streams to swim back
To repulse what had invaded as guards went asunder
To fight those tempting drownings sent from structures higher
Highlight, appoint the processes instilling those morbid alienations
Despair as an only path, the terror, the kafkaïan
Those pallid existences sold to us with the weakest hopes for improvement next to the strongest easy way-outs..
Oh no wonder the drowned, oh no wonder the crumbles..
See the gateways
It's here
Breaks open with struggles
Destruction, reconstruction, one day the cements will hold
Im better drowned and fighting
Rafts for hopeless hopes..
You'll scream too
We will all join this choir of ghosts
This beautiful tremendous ancestral force
Perpetually screaming at kyriarchies
As future and past ancestors
You'll scream too.. "
(Music : October 2015 / Words : November 2015)
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4. |
Real and Sound
06:28
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"Those ambient absurdisms.. what made it real? What gave me those answers?
So, it seems it knows everything - how could it be? What gave it that power?
Looking around - devouring emptiness
Voids tamed by plastic goals, systemic torrents of piss on our dreams
Absurd, those burdens I dont want to bear
Riposte materialistical and mystical
If this feels real and sound, this is real and sound
Matter of perception, this is real and sound
Longtime buried, my inner worlds without ends
Real enough, as long as I feed them
Reconstruct through invisible, through immanence
Where seems there's none, I'll grow as many senses as I can
Swarms of wounders? Crutches of faith
I'll wash my time of those void-filled taints which prevents it to be
Let the wanderers see what they chose to see
The wounded put the S back to their realities
If this feels real and sound, this is real and sound
Matter of perception, this is real and sound
Strenghtening the S of of my realities
My absurds tremble as the weight of their burdens is shattered on the floor
As I travel to regain the potentials, as I march to reclaim for more"
(Music : January 2013 / Words : November 2015)
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5. |
Vieilles Pierres
06:48
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"Vieilles pierres, repavez mes airs de l'ancien monde
Des fantômes de ces temps où tout semblait encore
Intouché par la crasse des bétonnières ambiantes
Goûter la paix du vieux village, celle qui attend, vieilles pierres
Ces fragrances aigre-douces, puissent-elles durer toujours
Et le chaos des herbes folles envahissant tout telles des onguents mus par les déesses
Chemins arpentés enfant, et leurs mystères
Pouvoir de l'isolement que j'ai appris à désirer
Depuis les ruines du vieux monde, je ne souhaite que vos chutes
Y travaille inlassablement et m'évade au gré du mistral ancestral.."
(Music : January 2015 / Words : February 2017)
(+ Dream II, Music : April 2017)
ENGLISH VERSION
"Old stones, pave my airs with the old world
With the ghosts of those times
When everything still seemed untouched
By the crass of omnipresent cements..
To taste the old village's peace
The one awaiting, old stones
Those bittersweet fragrances..
May they last forever,
And the wild weeds chaos
Invading everything, like ointments
Applied by the goddesses
Paths explored as a child,
And their mysteries
Powers from isolation
Which I learned to desire..
From the old world ruins,
I'm only wishing for your falls
Working on it tirelessly
And evading myself
Through the ancestral wind.."
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6. |
Crawl of Concretes
06:57
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"Oh precious trees and smells, priceless paths
Sceneries of inner legends..
I knew it alive, I knew it lived in these green brown darknesses
Felt it swarming with earth magick, felt it thrive in harmonies
Protected from the crawl of concretes, barriers of soil and leaves
Barriers of sacredness, earthwalls away from our sadnesses
Earthwalls away from our pains, earthwalls away from our pains
Earthwalls away from our pains
Needless to say I was wronged, as we all are
Disrooted beings trapped in this megastructure
Roaming in sceneries of steel and competition
Whatever's left grinded by "civilization"
Pollution fueled illnesses, inner, outer
Heartaches resulting from severed links with nature
Copses threatened, temples rampaged
You dont own any of what lives here - cease or be prepared
Prepared to face the consequences for you or your childrens
Life on a planet devoid of lungs
Devoid of future,
Devoid of hope
Oh looking at you I understand
How easy it is for some
To come to view our species
As cancer of planet earth
Oh when your armaggedons will fatally come
When the logics of systematic dominations
Will end up ravaging your home
When none will be able to escape the Drown
You wont be spared
Money wont save you forever
Nations either
We're all in this together
As for me, watching it fall,
As helpless as we all are
I'll try to enjoy this reprieved life as close to the scents as I'll manage
To coil and feel
Protected from the crawl of concretes,
Barriers of soil and leaves, barriers of sacredness
Earthwalls away from our sadnesses, earthwalls away from our pains
Earthwalls away from our pains, earthwalls away from our pains"
(Music : October 2015 / Words ; December 2015)
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Danced
09:22
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"Long forgotten healing rituals
Bringers of empowered perceptions
The tastes and the smells of half visible
What lies beneath
White lies above
The potency we're longing for
Magicks of reappropriation
I'll be dancing for the hearts
Worlds without ends
Letting go the false, the nefast illusions of control
In the forests inhabited by future bliss
Nourish your lost connections, nourish the bonds between your bodies and souls
Nourish it with the soil and dead leaves
Nourish it with the chants
I am one with the power hidden in old worlds
I am one with the power of changing future wounds and tears and sorrow
I am one with the all and the other
With the might which comes by dreaming the dark
Cycles of loathing repelled from the presents
Sounds of the forests, sounds of the seas
To be one with the power of being one with life, with expansion
An end to retractations, an end to the coiled wreck
Danced"
(Music : January 2013 / Words : December 2015)
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"Taus som graven siger skodden
Våt og mork mot skogen
Legger seg olmt til rette så
Og hvisker kald og tett
Alvefolk og tuss og troll
I rad De vadrer frem
I denna senhost, morke natt
Lusker hver en vett
For a gi seg hen
I nattens vandring gjenom skog
Og mark, hvor stillhet råder
For fred er makt og styrke der
Hvor taken herjer fritt
For lumsk er Den, så hver en sjel
Ser frelsens dunkle trone
åpne seg I fjernt et syn
Dithen Vi drar skritt for skritt
Dit hvor dette kuldemorket
Og frihet råder mektig
Der tilvaerelsen vil åpne seg
For evige nattens-timer
Der aldri solen reiser seg
Og torker tort hvert blad
Der hvor dommedagens bjeller
Henger på HANS borg og kimer
Men en tåkferd må gjemme seg
Natten står på hell
Og solen titter avskyselig opp
Mellom hoye og bratte fjell
Dog en tid skal komme
Hvor man styrter lysets sete
Og alle alle dens disipler skal
Fortvilet I morket lete
Soke efter en lysets gud
Som morkets tjenere da har drept
Og pinefullt skal de straffes for
Sin uvinnelige dårenskap
Fellen trådde De I selv
Da de provde a felle deb sorte horden
Pines I all evighet
Som uverdiga slaver av Satans orden"
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9. |
Dream III
03:08
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(Music : April 2009)
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Dreams of the Drowned Dublin, Ireland
DREAMS OF THE DROWNED was created in 2007 by Camille (VOID, STAGNANT WATERS; DOEDSMAGHIRD). A french mixture of psychedelic metal and strange witchcraft.
Contact : drownedanthems@gmail.com
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