VVVLV

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released August 4, 2017

Drums tracked at Consonance Studios in winter 2015.
Guitars, bass, vocals, recorded in various warehouses, rehearsal spaces, industrial landscapes, through 2015.
Mixed by A.
Mastered by Garry Brents at GAB Recordings
Produced by vvvlv.
Artwork by Alec Faakk

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anarchist DIY sludge collective from Timisoara and Cluj.

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Track Name: Inertia
i glare at the monuments of your godliness
in these sheets, in this flesh, in this body
liberation from the eyes of the master
there is something about the unknown that warms the soul
in this factory world life is the loss of control

unholiness, awake this flesh
shade me from the light of man
unholiness, true consciousness
shield me from the power hungry men

acedia. over all

oh physician, if you could understand
your modern magic can't heal the dammed

crippling anxiety, medicated peace
are there any options? am i too diseased?
disease mongering. medicalized reality
drug mediated serenity, lack of compassion, automation
separate me from my body you might as well, kill me

i am not a flesh machine
i have a will and it will set me free
i will crack and i will burn
but i will die before you break this whole

break this whole
Track Name: Lotus Eater
when did the world become so small?
when did future, past and present
come together only to disappear
when did my world become just me?

you are the darkness growing in my hollowed chest
you are the shit, you are the waste
that drowned my memories of better days
and i am you and you are me
one moment, in eternity

my conscience a burden, my mind a curse
my past unwritten, my history a hoax
and i am you

a constellation of one, outside of time
this moment my anchor, frozen in life

forever in the present
suspended, outside of time
holy dementia take me away
this island is too small for a wretch like me

one petal at a time

this world i inhabit is not my own
this body that holds me is not me
my world gets smaller, the gulf grows further
this island is no kind of shelter
one fucking petal


the lotus blooms below the barren peak
the lotus blows by every winding creek
all day the wind breathes low with mellow tone
thro’ every hollow cave and alley lone
round and round the spicy downs
the yellow Lotus-dust is blown.

we have had enough of life, we cry in spite
we have had enough of toil, as we take another bite

one petal at a time
Track Name: Homo Economicus
truth appears in light, falsehood rules in power
to see these things to be is cause of grief each hour

morals carved in stone wither under the tide
entropy, eating from the inside
in the throes of progress there is no life
synthetic light illuminates the blind
old man you are falling behind
old man you are stuck in time
the old gods have abandoned you
the new ones have no use for you

truth appears in light falsehood rules in power
to see these things to be, is cause of grief each hour
Knowledge, why didst thou come,
to wound and not to heal?

the owl of athena spreads it's wings tonight
the burial ground cries for more time
what a cruel joke has time played on us
we build our crimson world now we watch it rust
what a cruel joke has ambition played on us
we sacrificed each other now prometheus laughs
Track Name: Les Enragés
all hail the holy guillotine
all hail the walls that keep us free
the dichotomy of ignorance and bliss
the justice that never ends in peace

the putrid smell of aristocracy haunts the corridors of your bureaucracy
the myths of competition plague your traditions
the masquerade of the republic. the betrayal of the public

freedom is nothing but a vain phantom
when one class of men can starve another with impunity
equality is nothing but a vain phantom when the rich,
through monopoly, exercise the right of life or death over their like.
Freedom light the way

but your time is slowly ticking
our bodies may be numb but they awaken
the sans-culottes shall rise again
our revolution shall come again
for the starving, for the meek
kill the masters, kill the rich
freedom light the way
Track Name: Minor Hypnoses
today there is not an action or thought
that is not trapped in the net of received ideas
constraints have become less occult
more blatant, less powerful, more numerous

we build the walls of our isolation out of a flood of minor hypnoses:
news, culture, town planning, publicity
mechanisms of conditioning and suggestion.
in the service of any order, established, or to come
why?

there wasn't enough freedom to be found among the ruins of unitary power
to prevent the ruins to become another prison
why?


behind the veil of superstition appeared, not naked truth, but the birdlime of ideologies.
the prisoners of fragmentary power have no refuge from tyranny but the shadow of freedom.

why remain exiled from our own existence?

neither gods nor words can manage to cover it up any longer
this commonplace creature roams in the railway stations and vacant lots
it confronts you at each evasion of yourself.
was it ever otherwise?

the most chances of liberation are born in what is most familiar
art, ethics, philosophy bear witness: under the crust of words and concepts,
the living reality of non-adaptation to the world is always crouched,
ready to blow, ready to spring.

it confronts you at each evasion of yourself, it touches your elbow, catches your eye,
and the dialogue begins.
you must lose yourself with it or save it with you.