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Dead Man
02:27
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What makes this anger grow
frustration building up inside of me
the inability of getting through to you
a blind acceptance of the role they assigned to you
have you ever wondered who told you what to do?
Dead men
A heart at twenty, a mere consumer at thirty, when did you stop feeling like you did?
your heart didn't stop beating, you didn't stop breathing, still it seems to me as if everything just quit
Such a sad story that's meant to be so unreal but the laughter remains rather dimm playing your role as I'm watching you sliding away. what's left?, your prospects, your future?
Anger builds inside of me, I wish I could light the fire, make you realize and live again.
I wish I set the world alight, make everyone see, hear and feel, I wish I could
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Morning Wood
02:18
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See me here
drowning in
some self created form of misery
Nothing else seems to matter at all, nothing of any relevance, will release me from here
hit me hard, then cut me deep, it might just hurt or put me to sleep
please last for another day, comforts me more than it should, gives me the relief, the need more than anything would
Caught up in self reflection, swallowed with appreciation
nothing else seems to matter at all but even I realize that I'll have to
Wake up
Nothing of any relevance matters here, self reflection, appreciation comforts me, then I'll wake up again
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Utopia Dismantled
02:56
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Life reduced to a concrete wish. Simplification of our wants and needs and eventually transformed into an ultimate attempt of forcing patterns upon us. Don't think we'll think for you. Satisfaction gained out of emptiness. Our homes as the imagination of the circle of demise we're in. Concrete = freedom. Trapped into a steel caged. Life's being decided for you.
Nevermind the wealth your bathing in, we'll turn it into mud for you, but don't fear, your smile never fades in this utopia especially build for you. You'll never see. You'll never realize
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The Last Thing
03:38
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Bless myself with this fucking gift of saying the right thing when it's need to be said.
So well thought, almost real, one day and I'll start believing it myself
Bless myself being so goddamn rational, so much sense when the damage is already done
And even though, I must say that it does make sense to me, it feels like shit
The last thing I ever wanted to hear that it's probably the best for the both of us
These words are me, I know but I swear I didn't have to use ‘em
These words are mine, I know but I hate it, them coming out of my mouth
A price I was more than willing to pay to keep me from drifting from you or me
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Shikari Groningen, The Netherlands
Shikari started in the spring of 1999 and ended on 7th may 2005. There were a couple of reunionshows in june 2009 and september 2010. Mark moved on with Grinding Halt, Michael with Makiladoras and Maurice with Marat, Autumn & Allöchtöön.
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