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Ad​é​u

by Layma Azur

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1.
01 Arlee 08:48
The halt of every shaking colour The harvest and its smell The inertia and guilt are holding everything together The line of smoke that starts the Big Rip Temples We were temples covered in holy dew and mold There is only one soil The roots and veins and sperm, lightnings crashing at the door Her terrified eyes praising the one and only Son Dissected word by word and smile by smile The tyranny of the Bleeding Hearts! The headless birds daydreaming with mesmerizing articulation Oh Holy, Holy Sister Give us a white and swarming sun, two blinded eyes The rope around his wrist is cutting the skin Persistent knots, the taste of rust It s the Child's realm! Like the grin of disdain of Christ as a child Bring the stoned infants! The hungry bears! Oh, is it quiet now? Children of the plague are sweetly fantasizing Thousands of them inside her, and I am one of them Shadows behind curtains Burning to erase every colour, every shape Or choke themselves silently and fast Holy Sister, give us a white and swarming sun two blinded eyes So much more painful than those easier days Pure inertia and guilt Carefully following down these roots All the way down to Hell within myself All the nightmares were a gift I am passing through Hide it from the world Now!
2.
02 The Guilt 05:03
Hands with tiny severed bones Smug, quick, shiny smile Infamous coward matador Hands with tiny severed bones You should be safe from my fantasies And safe from me as He fell we will fall So, just hide Arsenic toes rattling Near the transfixed smile White wife-smile The inertia and the guilt are holding us together This world and its ashen dinner An impartial sun decomposing my mother's legs You should be safe from me And the inertia and guilt are kings
3.
When we fall, if we fall like He fell, the Self will be Hell Swallowed and transformed, I guess I should be next Will they search for me? He stopped time and bleached the sky Will they search for me? When we fall, if we fall like He fell, the Self will be Hell Istos blasphemantes, in terra reptantes, de cavernis prodeuntes I took a lantern from a tree Summer's resting ground hum Storms rage in my veins, bedtime shadowplay All the weight has been shaken as I think of Caudia Sweet words drink the sour wine A letter crystallizes Distrusted and revered as the Prime Creator, I should be next Lost in the fabric of time, down within Reality will be just a blemish
4.
One of us should be giving up soon "... and, so, that day the proverbial reject, the unwanted, She made a diamond tent And, so, that day..." The marble cracks like old skin The smell of sweat devouring all Father is a frail, resented man I don t want to know if I could love him enough Or too much Or if I could break his old child bones Or embrace him out of rage and never let go Desintegrate together It breaks my back, it breaks my heart The we have the same roaring, coward voice and poisoned blood The wall between the Center and the Male And she spoke from the walls And, with a sad voice, whispered "stop..."
5.
Hoy azote al pasado en los pies Huesos rotos en la boca de mi padre Lengua dulce Hoy vimos las peliculas de sal Se encadenan suaves como piel Lengua dulce Hoy, la ceguera y la humillacion Luz y la trampa encendida Lengua dulce Hoy, la carne abierta, el cuerpo inmovil Rastros de otro crueno en blanco Lengua dulce Istos blasphemantes, arrastrandose en la cama Desechando dia tras dia tras dia Lengua dulce
6.
06 ReKha 05:52
Observe those dust spiders crawling up that hill Cheerful and obscene, their exhausted misery They'd love to kill their sickness... or all of us Sighs aim at the dust spiders, souvenirs of the plague Oh no, ReKha... no Roughly handling the box we sleep in Sharpening those bird bones Giving away, with empathic disdain, souvenirs of the plague Oh no, ReKha... no Stolen from their warm hands, falls and recoils, Empress! I had a word with the Matriarch Lost for words, lost for thoughts and poetry ReKha floats beside me Devouring everyone through me and my guilt Oh no, ReKha... no Get thee to a nunnery, go... Farewell! And quickly too... Just go! (Will they search for me?) The Devil is using your face, drenched in sorrow and revenge To kill your sickness... Or all of us
7.
Within me, the vulgar magic Movement without answer Oh, I hinted all and sunk the tiredness in your eyes Pouring down gold, drunk on your sweet voice This calm is now cracked Blood is running thin, is glowing, dry Close the door and jump before the rock undo your face The Center and the Male Swimming axe draws a female shape The white-flavored fabric drenched in sperm Take the shot with pride! Is it too much? "Please, taste this calm stolen from their warm hands Given away with disdain", Lady Iago said "Before the rock erase her face" The Center and the Male Thorns and coins and bread Don't play Levitate Lay again! And I will hint the scene without a word Those bird bones are tired Roughly handling the box we sleep in Souvenir of the last yellow plague Swallowing the mud, devouring all the oxygen All the mirrors are in place, in line Lady Iago crawls in shame around the Center and the Male Expectedly, no one cared Not one
8.
Dog against the wire, jewel of the female eye A gaze at the implotion of the skies Docile dog against the wire The fast writting of the birds Brought these stuttering feelings unto you, sweet love Devouring all the oxygen, I shook it all with brutal smiles Your own denial The air is thick as frail ghosts under opaque, screamig lights The hungry bear kidnapped the Matriarch "Find the little runnaway..." Regretful and armed I roam the garden "... and marry her", As Iago insists to join the human hunt Oh, poor child, oblivious to the carnage "The belt is tight!", she roared, and smiled Oh, poor child El dulce aire enfria sus parpados Se estremecen
9.
Black burnt legs Kitchen is in ruins And the sperm is floating near her transfixed smile A white wife-smile There is so much I regret The blade is immaculate We put down the empty page And kissed and smiled again The tears you taught me to let go The tall light, those hazy smiles A docile dog sleeping against the wire I dreamt of her again Motherly clouds gathering, blackening in your name Black burnt legs Kitchen is in ruins And the sperm is floating near her transfixed smile A white wife-smile
10.
11.
Frail ghosts Sweat-stained matress hunging upside down Almost touching the floor Oh, no one cares Urnas "I will swallow you after one bite... Watch!" Istos blasphemantes, in terra reptantes "Watch!" Butcher and son pictured in the air The stench of infants Human cages Sharper! Sharper, Illemese! Oh Holy Sister Run... run! Dear Matriarch Spare me from your roars Spare me from your roars and soaking wet hands Is that the loser who decapitated a fair maiden on TV? Oseeh, Othee, Othee Can Thee Oh They can hear my thoughts, oh, the shame... Soaking wet hands almost touching the floor Bless those poor men Bless those poor men again.

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Written by Santiago Fradejas
with:
Alejandro Niro (1, 3, 5, 6, 8 & 11)
A.M Ferrari Fradejas (1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9 & 11)
Jeff Eacho (1, 3 & 9)
Eliud Ernandes (1 & 3)

Produced & mixed by Santiago Fradejas at LAMS (L'Hospitalet de Llobregat) between September 2017 & June 2020
Mastering by Diego Mamani Di Giuseppe

Additional recording & arrangements by Alejandro Niro, Jeff Eacho, James Hill, Phi Yaan-Zek, Eliud Ernandes, Nicolas Ojeda, Diego Mamani Di Giuseppe, A.M Ferrari Fradejas & Mark Harrington.

Artwork Painting: "Visceral" by Christian Amato

credits

released September 27, 2020

Alejandro Niro: drums (1, 3, 5, 6, 8 & 11)
Phi Yaan-Zek: electric guitar (3 &11)
Jeff Eacho: flute & cello (1, 3 & 9)
Nicolas Ojeda: double bass (6, 8 & 11)
Eliud Ernandes: electric bass (1 & 3)
Diego Mamani Di Giuseppe: Moog Minitaur (8)
Sindri Bråthen Mehl: vocals (5)
James Hill: trumpet (3)
Mark Harrington: Dragonfly Tapping Instruments (1)
A.M Ferrari Fradejas: vocals, piano, Rhodes & synth bass
Santiago Fradejas: vocals, electric & synth guitar, synth bass, percussion, piano, Hammond, Mellotron, Electro 6D & mandolin

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