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All Gone Dead
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 2 | The Holy City Of Karbala
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 3 | Newspeak (Room 101)
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 4 | Just 8o Miles West
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 5 | Skritch 'N' Skrill
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 6 | Vivid Still Beating
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 7 | O (perating)
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 8 | Orchids In Ruin
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 9 | Cedric Krane
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 10 | Within But Not Before
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 11 | Sunday Went Mute
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 12 | The Aftertaste
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![](/img/blank.gif) | 13 | D (escending) |
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![](/img/icon-music-v.gif) ![Состав группы](/img/icon-music-band.gif) ![->](/img/icon-arr-1r.gif) Stich — vocals, guitar & programming
Darlin' Grave — bass, programming & backing vocals
Steve Pollytrama — live guitars, backing vocal |
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All music by All Gone Dead
Lyrics by: Stich |
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![](/img/blank.gif) | The Holy CIty of Karbala
Our story starts here with bloodshed on our hands
And the setting takes place in an oil infested land
As the raging fire, now begins to grow
A city becomes a victim and they don’t know
One nation, sold so high, it was built on a scandal, living a lie
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![](/img/blank.gif) Все источники наперебой уверяют, что лондонская формация All Gone Dead (к сожалению, ныне распавшаяся) исполняла neo-batcave/deathrock. Надо сказать, что к дэтроку, как таковому, этот проект Стича из Tragic Black имеет довольно-таки опосредованное отношение, ибо нет в их музыке самой главной составляющей дэтрока – безумной хоррор-атмосферы. А вот как post-punk/gothic rock группа, безусловно, хороша. Четкие басовые линии, сочные гитарные партии, приятное клавишное обрамление и запрограммированные ударные делают все номера яркими и запоминающимися, да и вообще, хитовость материала видно невооруженным глазом. Вокал Стича характерен для пост-панка, мощен и просто красив. В некоторых местах ему подпевает его подруга Darlin’ Grave, являющаяся, собственно, второй частью данного творческого дуэта. Что еще сказать – в своем жанре альбом практически идеален, а в некоторых местах просто неуловимо напоминает The Cure в лучшие времена, и в данном случае это большой плюс. А такие вещи как “Newspeak (Room 101)” и “Sunday Went Mute” будут еще долго крутиться в вашей голове после прослушивания. |
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One nation, sold so high, it was built on a scandal, living a lie
One nation, suffer under God, feeling the light from above
One nation…
Back to this putrid, sickening story,
With a country still lost, hunting for glory
Tanks on the ground, planes in the sky
We hear this disaster just before we…
Orchids in Ruin
See the red light reflecting levels
See a structure, a pattern, a change
Action with no theory, theory with no action
Action with no theory, theory with no action
Action with no theory, theory with no action
Action with no theory, theory with no action
Shrouding in the open fields of light
You try to fight, you fight, you fight, you are
Shrouding in the open fields of light
You try to fight, you fight, you fight, you are
To begin again from the beginning you have began, rebirth
To begin again from the beginning you have began, rebirth
Being swept along, is no longer enough, you will begin, rebirth
The spot was centred, in the expanding mind
The mind was centred in the expanding spot
Vivid Still Beating
Setting your sails on endless fight
The war planes are cutting through the night
Sirens are screaming, screaming bloody fright
Hide your families out of sight
In a world with crumbling walls
Faintly destruction still calls
Following, still so blind
Watching the fall of mankind
Looking to the sky, we wait and we watch for the sign…
Vivid, lost in a dream
Still, tear apart the seams
Beating, still beating
Vivid, lost in a dream
Still, tear apart the seams
Beating, still beating
Reaching for the broken mass
Take a deep breath, call it my last
As I close my eyes I saw my past
Loosing my body slipping fast
Now I lay me down to sleep
Six feet of earth, lie beneath
Every moment, every time
Dropping to display for all time
A halo of light, it caught my eye
My vision became so bleak
The static, it seemed to dance all around me
At the end of the tunnel, out went the light
Skritch ‘N’ Skrill
Washing your hands, stealing our pride
Drawing a map, to the other side
Proposed on crime , bred on hate
Consuming this world, take, take, take
Preach the word, from above
Spilling the infection, spread the love
Filling your arms, get in line
Facing the wall, is everything fine?
Capitalist, fascist, democracy, LIBERATION
A taste of growth, a cry of pain
Skies are raining, chemical acid rain
Political attacks, foreign lies
Shout and scream, live a dream
Bound for glory, money’s the story
Yellow leafs, oil covered streets
Time to reign, time to learn
Clench your fists, show you exist
Ticking and talking, beating on the wall
Every moment watching, clock hands fall
Separation from corporation, we must rise to resist
Separation from corporation, we must resist to exist
Capitalist, fascist, democracy, LIBERATION
The process of revolution
The process of revolution
The process of revolution
The process of revolution
Capitalist, fascist, democracy, LIBERATION
Ticking and talking, beating on the wall
Every moment watching, clock hands fall
Separation from corporation, we must rise to resist
Separation from corporation, we must resist to exist
Sunday Went Mute
Broken window pains, show no reflecting
Pass failed attempts of empty progression
Going back, looking for an old friend
You have found a needle, the time has come again
Tie it off, pull it with some strain,
This will be the final time you tap your vein
Piercing the flesh, the battles inside
The lasting dirt habit, you tried to hide
Close your eyes, as your body slips away
The life you once lived, has fallen to decay
Memories… Memories…
Your life has escaped, beneath our waking eyes
Your face, your smile, now covered in disguise
Nothing more, nothing less
Sunday went mute as we face your death
So many times, I tried to help you through
Now I’m all alone, I’m writing about you
You left this world, with such an impression
I hope you found yourself and lost that addiction
Close your eyes, as your body slips away
The life you once lived, has fallen to decay
Nothing more, nothing less
Sunday went mute as we face your death
Just 80 Miles West
Just 80 miles west in abandon planes
Deep in within the sand, the nuclear power drains
In a desert of salt and sand,
A chemical reaction raises to land
Your home is in the centre of toxic dump
Saving the treatment for the cancer eating lump
The zion curtain encloses your land
Still to the west is a radioactive breathing ground
Just 80 miles, west of Salt Lake
Right next to the great dead lake
This illness, is eating me alive
This sickness, I can’t survive
When the wind picks up
It begins to blow
A city becomes a victim
And they don’t know
Inhaling this toxic gas
Will make your life fall to the past
What can you do?
Where can you go?
Salt Lake City is a story for a show
Within But Not Before
The morning was quiet, the air was still
The horizon breaks to the sound of a kill
Dropping the bombs, making sure we were dead
They were filling a void, controlling our head
There’s no commitment to your blind nation
As you so quickly, destroy our creation
Standing so tall, you felt so proud
Tears are descending and you’re crying out loud
So much confusion, dealing with inside
The feelings that I hate, the feelings that I hide
We are pulling our lives into reverse
Tearing our lies, we are casting a curse
The Aftertaste
All of my dreams, have died today
Nothing more left to say
Misery came over today,
She shook my hand and now she on her way
The cracks of time were wearing me thin
The struggle, the battle were about to begin
Lasting stains, forever in time
The dirt’s in my mouth, the sand’s in my eyes
Bite your lip and hold your tongue
Tomorrow is here, today is gone
Blood is pumping, the organ’s in a knot
My mind is bending over broken thought
The cracks of time, wearing so thin
The struggle, the battle, about to begin
Severed the strings, no longer attached
Fall to your knees, from your attack
Newspeak (Room 101)
Stuck in a foreign land, stuck in a distant place
Following the footsteps, to a secret space
A body was found with a lily in its hand
Pushed from society, pushed too far
Rapid movements calling, calling in fast
Left with an internal scar
The faceless are walking, the light is calling
Covered in a frozen chill, was it the final thrill?
Laid into a tomb, planted underground
The world stopped spinning, around and round
Transparent voices, shrieking in delight
Grasping open eyes, made it to the other side
You’ve taken something solid from me
Give me something to call my own
You sold something inside of me
Give me something to call my own
A slight reaction, with no resolution
Still in the search for a broken revolution
A body was found with a lily in its hand
Pushed from society, pushed too far
Rapid movements calling, calling in fast
Left with an internal scar
You’ve taken something solid from me
Give me something to call my own
You sold something inside of me
Give me something to call my own
Cedric Krane
Infested, infected, unprotected
Fall back, pushed to the ground
Silence, violence with no sound
The original place, no master race
Constitution, revolution
Is this the final hate solution?
Guns, bombs, here we go!
You are wondering why we don’t know
Dance Kids!
Go, go!
Fight and Rebel!
Go, go!
Broken bandage, still infected
Alone, lost and neglected
Kicked to the curb, lost my word
Solid visions, the absurd
Fighting a war just for oil
Bloodshed stains the blackened soil
Guns, bombs, here we go!
You are wondering why we don’t know
Dance Kids!
Go, go!
Fight and Rebel!
Go, go!