Bond

by Antonio Risqué

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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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Track Name: KMR by The Gates of Dawn
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
Track Name: Left Is Where The Heart Is The Middle Is Where The Adrenaline Syringe Hit
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.
Track Name: (All in All) A Ne'er Do Well
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
Track Name: The Inevitable Certain Character Type
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)
Track Name: A Michael Cera Dies in Lithuania
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