THCulture - Tea Age Culture

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THCulture - Tea Age Culture - Tea Age Culture

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recorded & mixed at: 2006-2009 Canal666 Studio

engineered by: Yogi

produced by: THCulture

published CD by: Canal666

THCulture:

Yogi - voice, guitars, bass, drums, loops, didgeridoo, samples, djembe

Additional:

Gideon Leavy - voice (Ghetto Palestine)

Flavio - voice (Motłoch)

lyrics

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Cri... cri... critical state

Fi... fi... finally I die

Body, body’s burning me down

There’s nothing else left

One supreme in four persons

On my deathbed I greet in every possible form

First has only a face second only a brain

Third only a heart

Fourth which yields power has nothing

First is only desire second devotion

Third compassion

Fourth which yields power feels nothing

The fourth self which yields power over the elements

Has nothing

The fourth self which yields power over the elements

Feels nothing

Almighty...

Omniscient...

Omnipotent...

Helpless...

RESTLESS

rest less

human less

freedom less

speech less

rest less

human less

freedom less

speech less

I’M RUNNING

Get ahead of the world before you can catch up with it 

I’m running faster and faster

Till I disappear

With extreme speed

Beyond beliefs and magic spells

So straight

almost not bipedal

so reproduced

that almost extinct

I’m running faster and faster

Rush to your future

Somebody can get ahead of you

THE RABBLE

The rabble is its own decapitator

doesn’t need supervisors anymore

it is the highest form of genius

human genius

dead forests of hands

dead forests of trees

in the best play

the ultimate extermination

we’ve won...

we’ve beaten...

us...

CORO NATION

As always and everywhere

The sooner the better

Once I thought

Now I stopped

About tomorrow yesterday

About forgotten evenings

Too late for everything

Year by year by year

What was

Pulling myself together

On the way to nowhere

In an open wound

Coronation takes place

In the current which puts out of misery

WINDOW

Is what you see

Through your own window so beautiful

That you won’t look

Through any other

It seems that only my head

Is not screwed on straight

‘cause everybody else knows

What I should do and what give up

I’m concerned with abolishing the penalty for freedom

PROSTITUTES

do not feel… but abuse

check if you are a fashionably attractive commodity

society of money dough works wonders

what form of megalomania requires identification mania of you

product or idea

with every moment these days

bigger and bigger desire is born

is born bringing misfortune

it’s all we can do

more, want more

want more and more

much too much

unbelievable and boundless

can’t you see the void of success sterility of achievement

nothingness of human effort

new man has arms and legs drinks blood eats money

drinks blood, eats money

prostitutes of life that can’t pick up only one client

the only unknown is the price you want to sell yourself for

they can’t pick only their selves up only their selves

do not feel... but abuse...

GHETTO PALESTINE

Does it make any difference

If the star is the emblem or swastika?

SYSTEM FAILURE

the desire for the system

lack of probity

if you watched carefully

you’d see everything in motion

JOHNNY CYBORG

Brainless cyborg

Stupefied by endless trance

Of consumptive onanism

Plays the role of a link

Propelling in the collective effort

Mighty generators

Of economic booms

Of expanding and perfecting itself aimlessly structure

Aimlessly structure...

structure...

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