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Words
05:00
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I can’t hear what you say over noise you make
Almost as I was speaking to a foreigner
There ain’t no nice way to put this, please, just shut yourself
I’m getting tired of your voice and of your face again
Words I say and the words you speak
Words we shout and the words we scream
That’s how we struggle day by day
With no attempt to understand
Words! Words! Words! Words!
I don’t know what you mean ‘cause you don’t say a thing
Another silent day won’t really help us think
How can we solve this mess if we’re not in sync
The art of conversation that’s the missing link
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Passing Time
05:53
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Was born in ’93
In rooster’s year
And like one I’d scream out my lungs
To pierce the air
Where have I come from you ask
But why would you care
Where is my home?
And where are my mortal remains?
Why did I leave?
And where am I headed to again?
And what will I leave behind
When time passes by?
Was born in ‘93
Thirty years just flew by
Twice more ahead I should hope
To fill with my cryin’
So many notes yet unplayed
And songs yet unsung
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Heritage
05:33
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It’s another sleepless night
And it seems I’m falling again
I feel like I’m losing my mind
Haunted by ghosts from my past
Were my decisions right?
Would I do the same if I could go back?
Time’s flying by
Thought I moved on, but looks like I’m back
It’s who I’m inside
It’s a legacy that I cannot deny
It’s my heritage
It’s who I was born and what I’ve become
It’s another mindless day
And I feel I’ve been here before
I’ve lead myself astray
Left the path to wander alone
I think now I’m ready to pray
Don’t close the door, ‘cause I’m coming home
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The Blues in Black
05:52
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Ain’t need no light to guide me through the dark
To brighten path ahead, I’d rather wander blind
Ain’t need no priest to redeem my wretched mind
From burning pits of hell fuelled by devil’s fire
Ain’t need compassion from any gracious man
I made my own mistakes, and I shall stray again
There’s the darkness that I bear in my heart
A haunting burden, the demon from my past
Beer and booze and then some blues - that’s how I ride
But even that won’t stop the sorrow I can’t leave behind
Dressed in mourning, crushed and beaten and torn apart
I wear all black for my soul ain’t white
Ain’t need no wiseman to tell me how to live my life
To teach me what to do and what is wrong or right
Ain’t need no herd around to feel like I am safe and sound
A lone wolf, a feral beast, that’s just way more fun
Ain’t need no holy grace in order to survive the night
And yet I’m still not dead but very much alive
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Still Myself
05:50
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Another morning
Seems like I don’t know this place
Without a warning
Life turned its back on me again
The fire’s scorching
But there’s no warmth from the flames
Overwhelming yearning
For deeds and skills I never attained
Still I’m searching
For my devotion I’ve lost in vain
I might be lonely
But at least I’m still myself
Another morning
Something’s changed but it feels the same
The tide is turning
But the blowing wind is cold again
The pyre’s burning
Smothered by pouring rain
I hear the calling
I feel the blaze burning down my chest
Got my belongings
I’m ready to go, my road’s ahead
It’s my own journey
But at least I know I’m back
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A Thousand Times
07:16
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I have seen the wisdom of a thousand minds
I have witnessed failures of the proud and blind
I vowed to gain the self-restraint, yet the innocence is what I lacked
I have felt the burning of a passionate call
Submit to my temptations
I’m used to shielding behind my mask
Gave in to yearning and the joy I sought
A thousand times I’ve atoned
A thousand paths I’ve walked alone
With my demons side by side
I tried to run but failed to hide
I have felt the sharpness of the piercing cold
Through the fires I travelled, in this lonesome world
In solitary sadness the mourning never felt so pure
I have tasted madness that turned me inside out
Even lost amongst the silence
I’m fading into obscurity
To immerse in absence of the blinding lights
A thousand times that I regret
A thousand reasons I’m not dead
And with my demons hand in hand
I try to fight while I still can
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I sit alone in an old and abandoned place
Seeking release from the somber of my past mistakes
I ease my woe with bottle of whisky in my hand
And a guitar with a broken string and missing frets
It’s back is scratched, it’s out of tune but I don’t even care
Because it’s all I need to mute the sounds of my despair
I strum the chord and hear distortion fills the air
Another note, and the song begins to gain its shape
The twelve bar blues and the shuffle rolling loud and clear
With crunchy tone that sounds like from another year
I add the words that describe the anguish that I bear
And there it flows, there it goes, my thankless prayer
And as the devil guides my hand, I play another chord
And as the darkness calls my heart, I add another word
And as the shadows pull the strings that I gently caress
In devil’s blues they resonate, my sorrow and my dread
So in the silent void I saturate the emptiness
To drown the demon’s voices screaming in my aching head
I sing my song of a heartbreak and my solitude
Of my lost love and of hate disguised as gratitude
I sing of death that lingers in the obscure shades
Concealed in gloom and waiting for my final breath
Of shattered soul and broken will and of increasing pain
Of how deprived of joy the solitary life became
I sing of faith I’ve given up when the sun has set
And ever since I strived so hard to leave behind my back
I sing of god that lost his interest in the world
And later died and left behind ungrateful son
And then of devil, and of sins, and of mournful blues
And at the end of the woman who became my muse
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Krzysiek Poniewaz Lublin, Poland
My first experiences with creating music began in 2008. For the first two years I've been recording a lot of shitty 'music' in different genres, from grunge to thrash. None of those recordings is worth anything... My first serious project was Gurthang, which still is the most important band I've ever played in. This profile is some music written and recorded sideways... ... more
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