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Text: Laura Weixelbaum
Music: Kobza Vajk

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Oh, brother, tell me, have you ever felt that you are small, weak, useless and unprotected? Have you ever wished the glowing silent, which relentlessly and unstoppably comes after the heart beats, then disappears and fades away somewhere in the strange darkness of the cosmos. Shiny stars, rigid and hot planets… the illusion and the opium of the eternity for one eyebeam stupor. The consciousness ended. Endlessly sorrowful. The macro’s unthinkable and ineffable fog hides my far-sighted eyes. My eyes are blurry and infected. There are no more tears which can clear them.
Have you ever wished, that some gods, who are obviously superior to you, totally uproot you, obliterate you and delete your trail of being from the memory of the universe? Have you ever thought that your deepest instincts are attempts to reach your own decay? In fact, with your positivly judged decision you fall deeper and deeper? Have you ever felt, that your gods consume you, and sacrifice you who you trust them the most?
Have you ever heard the complaint of the goddesses’s priestesses, who were raped by the military machinery? Tell me, is there any medicament for memory, for death and for damnation? I didn’t know that the parts of my soul swing and rattle on branches of rotten trees.
Have they all damned?
I hear how the birds fade away in the forest. The silence dangerously approaches. The silent icebound progenetrix awaits. She listens with rigid eyes, like those of a progenitor fish.
Have you ever thought, that if those up there tread on you, then you end up in this primordial and eternal falling? Don’t you hope now, that you secretly become an eagle, who will be saved by the force of his wings from this dark vacuum? You are also afraid that you will be eaten by the great mouth, which has already digested countless fires, nations, generations, faith, memories! It is perfectly made so that our memories disappear in the bottom of the bubbling cauldron. They are in unattainable deepness. They are packed in hateful pain.
No. Now we can’t be eagles, my dear brother. Now we must die. The body bag pulls us tight.
Welcome, welcome the superior, stranger and beautiful gods, who now terminate the infamous beings! Shroud is the past and the Milky Way. Coffin is the gizzard of birds. The birds who are able to fly out from that cursed vortex .
And now the cruel imperial tanks are crushing us. Our eyes covered by cataracts, their hearts do not feel. We are insects and worms for them. We are breathing toxins in our lungs while looking up at them and say: „My lord, my lord, am I doing well? Look how I breathe in your poison, my body can take it!”. And they just look down on us, condescendingly smile on us, cuddle our faces and say: „Breathe in your death”! Our agony is luscious joy for them. That’s all how we serve them with our life and death.
There is no mercy, but there’s none needed.
Beat the rain on me until I bleed, hit me with the thunder, set me adrift in the angry water, burn and consume me in the lava, break my bones in the wind! Monumental forces from this world destroy me from this world!
Love me to murder me, to crush me, to dispossess me, humiliate me, tread on me. Torridly and as cold as ice.
Tell me, do you still want to fight, or do you believe them that you deserve the punishment? They tortured us cruelly to make you want to live and love them unconditionally. Though I would like to step out somewhere, where I can see them from on high.
My mind becomes clear again, like that of a child. I would just like to live, without fear of being forsaken or punished. I would like mercy without request. I offer my tears to the ocean. Back to the mother’s womb without forgiveness.

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Laura Weixelbaum Vác, Hungary

Her first own solo concert was in 2002, when she was 14, titled Shaman times. She started singing hungarian folk songs in 2002, than she learnt classical technique2004. Than she forget everything and started her own way in 2013. And from this time she have several concerts and performances. ... more

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