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transistor troubadour

by HEPNOVA

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Romantic recrudescence Far from the burning iridescence Safe from the searchlights of the past Witnesses no more, but outlaws at last You start to tense, begin to brace As I press the revolver to your face I see you aflame in this love so heady Like a bomb thrown by Sacco and Vanzetti When I saw you there in Petrosino Square Is this paradise or my worst nightmare? When the workers arise I look into your eyes, your beautiful lies Oh your beautiful eyes/lies Your eyes your lies Beautiful eyes/lies Haven't seen you in awhile and I'm not sure how to start Whether to thank or to blame you For the anarchy in my heart Your eyes your lies Beautiful eyes/lies
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Total War 04:02
There's a strangler in the kitchen of hope Optimism has done me wrong In threes, the sound comes in threes Close the tale : where will we end up? Vital to ignore the figurehead The one who hides is the one to fear Law has got no meaning at all Will and might make all the calls There’s a bad encounter at hand Think back here to where they got that land Shades of sin, how’d they get that walk? Total anesthesia -- total war! What’s the point of this heinous trust? What’s your role now within this war? Consume the rum and so supply the funds Or run the guns, accept a damaged heart? Everything’s supplied behind the lines From afar, debt controls all The thug structure’s not for fun Little way to detect illusion It seems there are two of you What caused us to break the pattern? People approach the anaesthetic To feel less of the automatic PARTIAL AMNESIA TOTAL WAR TOTAL ANESTHESIA TOTAL WAR It’s presented that the paths are set Discrete choices with a common end You’re expected to fill a slot But that version of real is really not Be prepared for a surprise When suddenly you’re named as the bad guy Your best friend becomes a gun Barrel trained right between your eyes What's the point at which we break Or turn and follow a better snake? Tonight will come a sleep without rest Here it is, darkness descends! The situation’s far from OK Don’t be lulled to complacency That’s a trick they use to doom ya By the time you notice -- fait accompli! You see me approach the dream-sleep I go there to bring you memories I go there, then back to this world Both conditions temporary Each and every cycle must end Even ours with its technology After the last shell hits the ground The earth shall rise triumphantly Mission accomplished Mission impossible The worse things get The more we forget PARTIAL AMNESIA TOTAL WAR TOTAL ANESTHESIA TOTAL WAR
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En la plaza de mi pueblo dijo el jornalero al amo "Nuestros hijos nacerán con el puño levantado". Esta tierra que no es mía esta tierra que es del amo la riego con mi sudor la trabajo con mis manos. Pero dime, compañero, si estas tierras son del amo ¿por qué nunca lo hemos visto trabajando en el arado? Con mi arado abro los surcos con mi arado escribo yo páginas sobre la tierra de miseria y de sudor.
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Märk hur vår skugga, märk movitz mon frère Inom ett mörker sig slutar Hur guld och purpur i skoveln den där Byts till grus och klutar Vinkar Karon från sin brusande älv Och tre gånger sen dödgrävaren själv Mer du din druva ej kryster Därför Movitz kom hjälp mig och välv Gravvård över vår syster Lillklockan klämtar till storklockans dön Lövad står kantorn i porten Och vid de skrålande gossarnas bön Helgas denna orten Vägen opp till templets skriftprydda stad Trampas mellan rosors gulnade blad Multnande plankor och bårar Till dess den långa och svartklädda rad Djupt sig bugar i tårar Så gick till vila från slagsmål och bal Grälmakar Lövberg din maka Där ditåt gräset långhalsig och smal Hon än glor tillbaka Hon från Dantobommen skildes idag Och med henne alla lustiga lag Vem skall nu flaskan befalla Torstig var hon och uttorstig är jag Vi är torstiga alla
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Lasciatemi morire, Lasciatemi morire; E che volete voi che mi conforte In così dura sorte, In così gran martire? Lasciatemi morire. Let me die, Let me die; And what you would think could comfort me In such a harsh fate, In such a great martyrdom? Let me die.

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Some covers and some Hepnova originals, more tracks coming soon

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released December 27, 2010

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HEPNOVA New York, New York

Fearless genre cannibals / Electro-acoustic madness

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