1. |
Blood Moon
04:32
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Osmose, consume, absorb, digest
I’m half between two states – am now
Fluid, planar, axial flow
Metabolise for energy every
Man, woman and infant
Programmed to switch to feral wrath in the
Blood moon, blood thirst, blood machine
Rhizome that flowers now in violence, signifying
Death upon my animal feet
Death of self, death of world
Birth of hunger for carnage
Plateaux, networks
Link the dead space of the mind
Spread along this web of sin
Naught to stop the trail of death
Voracious appetite for dread
Osmose, consume, absorb, cannibalise
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2. |
Anaesthete
04:04
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One old idea
Begets another
Propagates itself
One sick multitude
Persists forever
Obnubilates the earth
Like a gas cloud
Reroute the canals
To flood the museums
And let the canvasses bob
On the dead water
Sequestered here
In a closed fist
In a haptic interface with the world
Lust for the gruesome
Ecstasy
Of sense and the sensual world
And now I’m dead
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3. |
The Cadaver Speaks
03:12
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Just help me to stay awake – just like
The newborn infant at the wake
Outside the yew tree and the night
The death watch beetle at my feet
Poor Yorick, Dignam, Father Flynn
Nourish the worms within
The cadaver speaks
Draws you near
The cadaver moves
Crawls right out of the bed
The cadaver speaks
Foreign tongues
The cadaver moves
The eyes flick open
The cadaver lives
The cadaver knows
He passed through that magic bourne
The bounds of our philosophy
Seeking a parlay with you
Inside his mortal tomb
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4. |
Black Cloud
05:18
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I was a free one
Could have changed the world
So to wallow
Was to break the mould
All of the loved ones
All those heavy with child
From the sameness
Issues the fucking rot
Stop your profitless despair we’ve
Got to think
Got to find any way to hide
Our sickly boy
Now I’ve gone too far
Now I’m someone else
Colourless apathy towards
All human life
A brick wall for a future I’ve
Become a ghost
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5. |
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We’ve been collecting heads
Of all the folks who have come our way
We’ve been here all along
Forming our plans against the west
British peer found
Letting blood in the jungle
And we warped his mind
Began his course of holy war
Yes, we warped his mind
Left his life behind
Seeking refuge, fell into our hands
Now a fearless son
Taking lives for his new god
God – made him love the way of the sword
Stupefied, all ego was lost
We found your man
Outwitted MI6
And we took his head
Turned his remains into pig feed
Yes, your missing Briton found
Entrails making a mandala
A lord in exile
Trepanned head stares at the sun
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6. |
Custody Of The Eyes
00:24
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7. |
Tenantless The Graves
04:36
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Caught moments from waking
Thrust back into the nightmare again
A repeat of the universe
A simulation of –
A life
A life – a lie
A life – a sick joke
An outward show of
Sentience
Sigh on – sometimes
Cry on – made to breathe
Doesn’t tally up to me
Wake the dead
Stand them up
Make them work – tenantless the graves
And the dead in the streets
Handsome and tall as you
Get on – got to
Go on – made to breathe
Never tallied up to me
Property is god
Before which we bow our heads
Since the days of yore
Commands all our praise
Praise it – praise it –
Rejoice, praise the lord
And our hidden systems
Supplicate ourselves
Drain the light from the world
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8. |
Matryoshka Brain
04:25
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I am a vessel
Matryoshka brain, eclipse the sun
Gripping my head
Each one of us, another cell
Replicator
Containing itself, nothing more
The City, heat map of disease
Bacchanalia
Try to be free: you’ll die of hunger here
Another starveling
Those who trembled in the caves
Tremble now in the skyscrapers
As empty as mirrors
The stochastic ash of money burning
As vacant as buildings
As remote as cancer
Harvest – your mind
Proffer – your life
Silence – weigh your dust
Pinch-faced – when needs must
Without convictions and alone
Generating power for unknown gods
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9. |
Compelled To Repeat
05:23
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Now
And again now
How do I get out?
Now
Always now
Can’t afford to lose
I bet the house on this
I speed on
Into my certain death
I have committed
To an infinite dead end
And I submit
To the exigence of life
My cold
Fingernails
Rend the veil
Abject
Awfulness
Thanatropic drive
Where did
I exist
No traces found
Syncretic worship
I’m compelled to repeat
All belief systems’ drive to
Auto-replicate
Synthetic fabric
Of the universe, I am
Forced to do it again
Though the pleasure is gone
The men arrive
Hear them at your door
They want you to go
No one tells you what it’s for
There’s something wrong
Doesn’t matter what it is
I’m laughing now
But I don’t laugh any more
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BEGGAR UK
GENUFLECTION BEFORE THE ALTAR OF RIFF
London-based four-piece BEGGAR propound a kind of sludge-
meets-extreme-metal carnival.
Across their palette BEGGAR absorb post-metal at its heaviest and most psychedelic; grunge and stoner at the peak of their melodicism, and death metal and grind’s berserk and belligerent kinetics.
BEGGAR are signed to APF Records in the UK.
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