split with Leng Tch'e

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Yesterday again. It's been said and done before. And it goes again it comes again.
You gave it all, all your fucking life. In your conscious acceptance of despair. You surrendered. You gave over, as a self-traitor, the few bits. The few parts that made me gain respect for you. Isn't it hard now, to crawl? In your own mess, smell the stench of your own disgust. Every living day, a battle, to embrace yourself. In the depths of your hostile frame, you are offering no resistance. Was it worth the betrayal of your only few strong beliefs? Your better times will never come; they've never been. You gave in all, all your fucking life in your conscious acceptance of despair. You surrendered.
Everything has just shut off. I try to call someone. Why bother? Silence. I know it has begun. The world has just drifted. A I will survive it. In the pitch black dark, all I can hear is the sound of panic. Standing out with the rest of them. Everyone is grabbing an escape for themselves. Everyone is robbing the dead. It could be me. No way to see where I'm going. It is not coming back on. How can I stay here? I will eventually die. Leave, do what you can. The only thing that's left to me is the choice of how I will be dying. Tomorrow.
Given time you dig your own hole. Then they'll put chains around you and drain your dry. They're messing with your mind. Messing with your mind. They have a lock on your soul. Now, deep in that hole. Keep digging. This is your home. This is not a life. They're messing with your mind. Messing with you.
Il veut me vendre sa recette miracle. Pourquoi il est bien, pourquoi il est maintenant un homme accompli. Et que finalement il a eu la grand revelation, qu'il peut faire changer le monde, avec assez de determination. Il se ressemblent tous, d'une facon. Il sont illumines par cette meme croyance. Pour moi, ca fait pas de difference, les details de sa baraque a bonheur, j'y crois juste pas.
Isn't it a dark day? I can't conceive. The permanent stream, the discomfort. Isn't it a sad day. My contributions, my failures. Doesn't it feel just like yesterday.



Originally released as a split 7"/CD with Leng Tch'e through Power It Up.


released December 12, 2008

Topon Das: guitar, glockenspiel, sampling
Mel Mongeon: vocals
Mathieu Vilandré: drums, guitar
Marc Bourgon: bass

Music written by Topon Das & Mathieu Vilandré
Lyrics by Mel Mongeon *except 'Slave' by Topon Das

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Fuck The Facts (spring/summer 2008)

Artwork by shadowgraphicals.com (Loose)


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