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Born Into This
00:53
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we are
born like this
into this
into these carefully mad wars
into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
into bars where people no longer speak to each other
into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
born into this
into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
(from "Dinosauria, We" by Charles Bukowski)
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2. |
Sad Youth
01:25
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We are on the bottom of Bukowski's glass.
Are we dead? Are we death?
We are sick bleeding lungs.
No justice. No laughter. Just numb.
Our eyes have adjusted to the darkness,
to the cold room in the glow of cement.
Our madness is kept in the purple surface
of exhausted skin and hearts.
Each subdued despaired voice
burns veins with anxiety.
Each black letter is
the faith of sad youth.
The loneliness is our best friend.
Blue nights. Red eyes. Black days.
We are sad youth.
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3. |
The Coral Teardrops
03:11
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The world is the giant iron swan.
The coral teardrops are falling
from his sad eyes, sad black eyes.
We were listening to Interpol
holding each other's hands.
We were dancing in the dark
cold cave with Brautigan.
The coral teardrops.
We are floating. We are floating.
The rainy dull days.
New dawn fades. New dawn fades.
The life is a cheap turbid wine.
The love is the eternal burning light.
It pours from his eyes, sad black eyes.
So many blooming springs
have faded and died on the parties.
The winter sunset is the birth of a cold night.
The summer sunrise is the death of us.
Through the walls. Through the chest.
I am omnipresent.
I am the warmth. I am the plague.
Do your wilted eyes still smile?
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You took the spark
of my life.
My December is warmer than your June.
While the seas lick the shores
the Sun is bleeding for me.
I am waiting for a long, cold way.
I am attracted by damp concrete.
Now I am burning the pictures in my mind
like dead maple leaves.
Take my hand for the last time
Take me through the dark forests.
Fuck your words. We are left behind.
This is the end of our story.
Is there spark of my life hidden away
in the blue space of blizzards?
I wanna be something more than skin and bones.
I wanna my pale body to stick in the light of love.
I am on the road again,
the dust and the soot again.
The Rucksack revolution rages inside.
I try to find a bright path
but the threads of fear strangle;
and you took the spark...
of my life.
My December is warmer than your June.
While the seas lick the shores
the Sun is bleeding for me.
In the name of life.
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5. |
Codeine Morning
02:52
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We are born naked in the whiteness of a codeine morning.
We build the bridge. It will not be finished cause we have to run away. The millions of chafers will fly with us to the end.
I am going mad. I love you more.
I saw your face in the bottle of Universe.
Stay away from me. Stay away from me.
I live in the sullen house.
This house has disappeared
many springs ago. Just mirage.
Stay away from me. Stay away from me.
Oh, my butterfly, we are born dead.
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6. |
Untitled
04:09
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How long will my candle light?
I am tearing of the sunset.
A cold sand and cold hands.
We are damned. We are darkness.
Once You have given me light
but soon it went out.
The coldness. I am frozen.
I am sick of vanity.
Defeat after defeat.
Nothing but nonsense. I am erased.
Faceless. Nameless. Lifeless.
What is left for me?
The weight of life,
the weight we carry.
Are we innocent? Are we innocent?
The burden of solitude,
the burden of grey sky.
Will we shine in the name of love?
Who will fill? What will fill
the black hole inside of me?
The emptiness. The sickness.
I am on my own every day.
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Orpha Kyiv, Ukraine
Orpha is a Kyiv-based post-hardcore band formed in 2012.
members:
Dima - vocals
Dima - guitar
Sviat - guitar
Vova - bass
Anton - drums
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