Κάπου μακριά πολύ μακριά
στην απομόνωση των θαλασσόβραχων
κάπου μακριά πολύ μακριά
που οι άνθρωποι δεν γίναν αγάλματα
σε ματωμένα τεφτέρια οι αναμνήσεις
και στα τεφτέρια κρατάνε τις αναμνήσεις
κάπου μακριά πολύ μακριά
που σε πείσμα των πάντων στέκουν όρθιοι
κάπου μακριά πολύ μακριά
εκεί που η σκόνη γίνεται αρρώστια
σε ματωμένα τεφτέρια οι αναμνήσεις
και στα τεφτέρια κρατάνε τις αναμνήσεις
...πένες που τρέμουν
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Dust that became disease
Somewhere far, far away
in the isolation of sea-rocks
somewhere far, far away
where people haven’t become statues
memories in blooded notebooks
memories are kept in notebooks
somewhere far, far away
where, at everyone’s spite, they stand upright
somewhere far, far away
where dust becomes disease
memories in blooded notebooks
memories are kept in notebooks
…pens that tremble
supported by 7 fans who also own “Η σκόνη που έγινε αρρώστια(dust that became disease)”
the pace of the album is on the punk aesthetics and its heart is blackened, drowning, bleak. raw vocals screaming into the void of life lyrics that suit perfectly our cynic times. mils
supported by 4 fans who also own “Η σκόνη που έγινε αρρώστια(dust that became disease)”
A dystopian ride through the desert. Something to listen to when you're curled up in your rabbit hole and the world may go to hell.
With great female harsh vocals, and as we all well know female harsh vocals done right are vocals done very right. YomaBarr
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022