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Bond

by Antonio Risqué

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1.
Rapture I must have fallen bestowed upon me was the floor I stood up a sullen maybe god has a hound with a collar at least a dog watching over my lack of motivation or the non existent need of attention sums up my absent mental illness that only i do possess it's such a huge mess filled up with success with a suit and tie i feel fine with an angels golden shower in the back of my mind such a terrible impression i've made i'm just an apparition who tried to stay in place seeing the north and south cause the rest is just a right and a left I said God damn You heard it oh god why is the world so perfect i'm simply wasting my time by analysing it and there's no need for saving data or staring at a mirror at least not when i go we are a quiet observation of waste of space
2.
A way out of the feeling scraping of surgical steel life's a movie, a scene with my vision impaired when corrected, it's o longer obscene the documentary shown is world widly shared a connection between all the faces i see is there a possible expansion to this society? exaggerating the stimulation of bright lights without cause or explanation to what... my spontaneous combustion was so out of place i could barely examine your face in the crowd as i heard you shout out loud "come back and we'll watch that god-awful movie" that i so badly wanted to see the terrible actors, directing as shitty as can be the only substitute to my guilt ridden killing spree exaggerating the stimulation of bright lights without cause or explanation to what could be the thorn so deeply stuck in your eye, YOUR EYEEEEE heavy breathing, never mind that eerie sight the game no longer amusing it couldn't stand the test of time I can't say i was ever to keen on running never did find comfort in either side sinking deeper, swimming, leaping over the fence in the backyard clouds are falling, dogs are barking at the trees, and the birds and the bees exaggerating the stimulation of bright lights without cause or explanation to what could be the thorn so deeply stuck in YOUR EYEEEEE heavy breathing, never mind that eerie sight nevermind that eerie sight.
3.
What a beautiful fucking daaaaaaayyyyy FUCK Into a torn up place and with a leftover papier-māché face awoke the entire human race I suppose it's all natural light in it a pirate's empty eye socket embraced all in all a pleasant day I drove on and let the stampede pass me by The most morally correct way perhaps still no answer to the question "why?" All in all, I often wonder how could someone like me anticipate All the rain and thunder between the grain and sand, corn the drying paint and those who ran and those who ran In the middle of all this delay while the replacement was working great I couldn't quite put my finger on that whole insignificant but fatal Last mistake Guess it's not my place to wage war on this whole office estate I can only assume that I'll be fired in three nights And 47 days All the people in shock With the urge to mock those without deterioration And ofcourse... AND OFCOURSE Writers Block Each time I run and hide Each time I run and hide Aaa-aa My face seems to entwine Each time I run and hide All in all I couldn't help but laugh All of this work for nothing and all the leaders filled with wrath The crescendo as expected had left me satisfied With everyone demented and the food only half fried "Could somebody please inform the men downstairs. It seems they're having a hard time coping with the ideas of welfare" So read a sign upon the King's door With the King's ashes scattered across his chamber floor Each time I run and hide Each time I run and hide Aaa-aa My face seems to entwine Each time I run and hide
4.
Wow the sun heat strokes my moon my father is Porn my legs are tied skateboards in captivity confined these old vans are outworn and leading down the way to where's the shop in witch i bought a map to self decay all these dogs are left astray in the fields of irritable anxiety and not confusing disarray what a miserable car the sides are all glazed in the ashes of a politician filling his pockets with gore and a slight bore at the end of a man's life in the backseat by the all reflecting wizard's door such a contribution we must make as the syllables in communication we've lost our place going of to pilgrimages of eradication and contaminating no one with this all consuming complacency that is the effort which we need to proceed I'll never stray i swear to you my lord a pack of cigarettes I'm on my way from yesterday but going back to '96 the pipeline pierces through the deep end of the abyss in in my front yard I can't imagine all the stress my chair's been feeling while left unguard and so they pass the term for my abilities to burn even the slightest amount of sugar would decrease my awareness and i could only then learn so much from the touch of a tree in the wilderness that i had gone to for i can't even remember why WHY OH GOD WHY WHY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON why the sun heat strokes my moon like a bastard i'm torn from my mother Mary Jane and the conclusion brings me back to the same case of when i tried it for the first time, cause i promise it's my last i'll never take this shit again unless to observe my behavior from the ego-death point of view, My Savior I'll never stray i swear to you my lord a pack of cigarettes I'm on my way from yesterday but going back to '96 the pipeline pierces through the deep end of the abyss in in my front yard I can't imagine all the stress my chair's been feeling while left unguard A simple observation (of what) IS US We might not be gods shifting time and civilizations but we can perceive at a cost of our sanity and even if we're not gods why would we ever want to be why would throw away the one thing that brings color to our being here (incomprehensible gibberish from a person experiencing an eye opening extroversion)
5.
words are broken by a rain of bodies spoken my chandelier is choking and moaning a mother's words provoking as she indulges in her atonement embroidered inside of an idea that she was sowing it might have been prolonged as it was ongoing still better than the thoughts that were approaching before And i still remember it as i fall away beyond a wall astray i crawl and only then could i separate the calls from the grey marble floor upon which i somehow managed to thaw It fucks me over a bit.. wreckage is subjective i am a nosey prick filling my consciousness with life hacks everyday an admiration for success has no access to my subconsciousness it's inside and i am out of the equation the indigo patient i try to detect all of that which might just bring up a solution to my delusions of grandeur when we all dematerialize that's what it takes to realize whatever it's an understandable blur there's no reason to try and understand it at all when we pass the road and shattered glass corrodes and implodes via an immeasurable blast wide awake with a face expression as fake as me dehumanized i am as i float cause i can't even understand how to stand anymore no not at all for the sake of achieving purpose i had to let go as if after an avalanche im under the snow and the snow is transparent plus it magnifies things hence i know i know i know i understand i see it all for what it was for what you made me to be and all the beauty that i could have understood before i fucked it up just by letting myself die oh god please just give me one day to live out what i understand now i swear i'll end it right after one single day just one day to my mom and dad i just want to say since i burned myself you'll have nothing to bury and summer my love thank you for keeping me as long as you could cause apparently writing this suicide note is all that im good for maybe one day i'll be remembered as the quietest person in the room but for the time being please go away and carry on with your daily decay and my last goodbye to all of you ends with go fuck yourselves

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"The record was made using vintage Russian microphones and natural hallway reverb to accentuate the honest, emotional and raw feeling of the EP by Antonio Risqué."

- Lukas J.


The album is a free download unless you are willing to support what we love the most :^ )

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released January 19, 2017

Music by Antonio Risqué
Mixing, recording and mastering by Lukas Jankauskas (No Real Pioneers)
Guest vocals by Žygimantas Verba (Frank Fitts), Ignas Karpovas
Trumpet by Erkė
Artwork design by Sakada
Calligraphy by matricu

Thanks to everyone who came to our shows, lent us instruments and simply was is and always will be. <3

Vilnius, Lithuania 2017

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