Legacy Of Hopelessness

by F*ck The Facts

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Originally released as 1000 CDs through Capital Kill & Ghetto Blaster Recordings.

Tracks 1 - 6 were also released on a split CD w/ Narcosis, Midget Parage and Archer through Privileged to Fail Records.

credits

released 01 July 2005
Topon Das: guitar, vocals, keyboards, midi, bass
Mel Mongeon: vocals
Dave Menard: guitar, acoustic guitar
Tim Olsen: drums
Marc-Andre Mongeon: bass

Music & lyrics by Topon Das *except lyrics for 'Eclat.Bou.Sang' by Mel Mongeon

Tracks 1 - 6:
Drums & bass were recorded at June Music Studio by Stephane Danis on November 12th 2004

Everything else was recorded at The House Of Fuck by Topon Das. November & December 2004.

Mixed & mastered by Craig Boychuk at CB Audio (www.cbaudio.com) early 2005.

Tracks 7 - 8:
Created by Topon Das 1997.

Artwork & design by Topon Das & Mel Mongeon.

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Track Name: City Of Stone
Your living city of stone
Your living city of stone
Of stone...
Track Name: Horizon
Does anyone care or know it's all been done
Look, the screams from the sun
God it's getting hot
God It's gotta stop
Last stop till oblivion
Well then, it's been fun
Track Name: Dear Shit Book
No time for smiling
I'm trying to swallow

Last time you said it
Last time (you) meant it
Now, prove your point

Look me in the eye
(Don't tempt me)
Trying not to hide your smile
(Don't try)
Tell me it'll be fine
(Don't tempt me)
Neither one of us even knows

This time is the last time
The last time
Last time

Know that
I'm trying
To keep us
Apart
Track Name: Eclat.Boue.Sang
La paix! la paix! Qu'est qu'on en a rêvé, malheureusement c'est déjà commencé. Une mission dérision. Le peuple ne peux s'y fier, mais pourquoi. Pour la première fois, la notion de guerre préventive, hyperpuissance, ses intérets désormais des droits, vision d'un seul homme, au prix de milliers de vies. Tu sens l'odeur du pétrole, du profit. Eclat-Boue-Sang, Eclat-Boue-Sang. Je sens l'odeur des corps décomposés et celle de la mort mèlée à celle du sang. Écoute, Approche toi, écoute attentivement, tu entends! les cris des ames, les bombes d'la liberté, une causes juste, des fins heureuses, je ne vois que les tourments.