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Such Gold - Faced
02:24
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This just started
I'm loathing it
This feeling has left me dry, cracked, peeling like arctic winds
Face your inner self until it ends
So violate me all this waiting
So fucking high on paint we can not paint things
Chose to breathe in the smog and forget about the fresh air
It just started
I'm losing it
This feeling has left me dull, downtrodden, and sluggish
To face your inner self until it ends
So violate me all this waiting
So fucking high on paint we can not paint things
Chose to breathe in the smog and forget about the fresh air
Pardon the lack of company when scenes switch at the flick of a wrist
It don't feel so good to be dismissed over and over again
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my lips can’t speak your foreign language
my eyes used to see but we forgot ourselves
where will i be when i get lost
where will you be when you are gone
it’d be better a year a from now
the same ringing flaunts my ears
our voices on repeat
we’re screaming violently
with that being said
we’re finally dead
when we ascend
we’ll finally meet again
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I can’t comprehend these thoughts of lying…
and it’s quiet concerning that I’ve been talking to myself in circles
trying to find out why I can’t move on
From other people and I don’t want to end up like them
I’m trying to be a better man, better than I am.
I don’t understand these flaws that restrict me to being human…
and it’s quiet concerning that I’ve been talking to myself in circles
trying to find out why I can’t move on
From other people and I don’t want to end up like them
I’m trying to be a better man, better than I am.
I’m not better than you all to be honest I’m at the bottom of the barrel
drowning with these thoughts of morality
will things get better?
I’ve pushed myself over the edge way to many times but now will I ever find what I’m looking for?
Will I ever find what I’m looking for…
and it’s quiet concerning that I’ve been talking to myself in circles
trying to find out why I can’t move on
From other people and I don’t want to end up like them
I’m trying to be a better man, better than I am.
Better than I am.
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Rodia - Heteronorma
03:17
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Aguafuertes de una discusión,
que en nombre de un valor cínico, “moral"
pretende hallarte tan cobarde, calmo y virginal
Y esta vez (otra vez)
se enmascara lo que es normalización en fe y creyentes
Ves, otra vez, se derrama la matriz de la exclusión,
La misma cruz de ayer, pecado, culpa, o ¿qué?
Penitencia y punición
con la fecundidad bajo inspección…
Y es tan cobarde, tan superficial
¿Siluetas de quién? Tú cuerpo es tuyo y libre!
Es eso y nada más.
Y esta vez (otra vez)
se enmascara lo que es normalización en fe y creyentes
Ves, ¿ahora ves?
liberarse es construir revolución
la cruz de hoy y ayer, abrí tu mente:
Eros sin regulación,
despertares llenos de una vida por armar
con gestos sin ordenación,
avatares plenos sin amarres ni deidad
si es más natural amar sin cuestionar,
juzgar si es válido amarse…
Y ahora quién, ¿otra vez?
Se prepara la matriz de la exclusión
La cruz de hoy y ayer
otra vez Y ¿ahora quién?
otra vez, y ¿ahora quién?
otra vez, y otra vez
y ¿ahora quién? Y ¿ahora quién?
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How dare you dictate one's worth...
by what or who they do...
with what's between their legs.
I'm more concerned with life
than I am with your opinion.
It's hard to comprehend
unless you're living life down in it.
Confused with sexuality
and no one seems to get it .
They hide behind anatomy
seeking out acceptance.
Won't concern yourselves with kids
who are pushed to slit their wrists
over how they have a lisp
or who it is they choose to kiss.
They're living as statistics.
Over thirty five percent
couldn't handle waking up
to the constant use of "faggot".
You cant see..
because you're blinded by your bigotry..
aspersion of the scripture
just to validate your fallacy.
Love is inescapable
but hate is what you choose.
they're choking back their tears
while your judgement is a noose.
You. Are the cause.
You. Are the cause.
You. Are the cause.
YOU! ARE THE CAUSE!
did you just call me "faggot"?
I'm disgusted to live in a world where there is more of a concern for expression of bigoted opinion than there is for human rights.
Not only do we trivialize what we say and how we say it..
but we speak with a total disregard for the feelings of those around us.
YOU are the reason that over 35 percent of gay youth have attempted suicide.
YOU are the reason that gay youth are 4 times MORE likely to attempt suicide than other young people.
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Your tells are so obvious
Shoulders too broad for a girl
Keeps you reminded
Helps you to remember where
You come from
You want them to notice
The ragged ends of your summer dress
You want them to see you
Like they see any other girl
They just see a faggot
They hold their breath not to catch the sick
Rough surf on the coast,
Wish I could have spent the
Whole day alone with you
You've got no cunt in your strut
You've got no hips to shake
And you know it's obvious
But we can't choose how we're made
You want them to notice
The ragged ends of your summer dress
You want them to see you
Like they see any other girl
They just see a faggot
They hold their breath not to catch the sick
Rough surf on the coast,
Wish I could have spent the
Whole day alone with you
You want them to notice
The ragged ends of your summer dress
You want them to see you
Like they see any other girl
They just see a faggot
They hold their breath not to catch the sick
Rough surf on the coast,
Wish I could have spent the
Whole day alone with you
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¿Qué es eso de clase obrera? Si hacemos todos igual; Producir como borregos, vivir por el capital.
¿Qué es eso de facha o rojo? Eso se terminó ya; Somos todos hormiguitas, y es por propia voluntad.
¿En qué siglo vives que todavía crees, que tú eres la victima de un malvado rey?
Siempre buscando enemigos, todo por no querer ver, que este mundo lo construyes con tus actos tú también.
Déjate de opresores, déjate de indignación, déjate de tus derechos y piensa en tú obligación.
¿En qué siglo vives que todavía crees, que tú eres la victima de un malvado rey?
¿En qué siglo vives que todavía crees, que tú eres la victima de un malvado rey?
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Mantente fuerte, mantente activo,
cabeza alta, seguro de ti mismo.
Mantente fuerte, mantente activa,
cabeza alta, segura de ti misma.
Derrota tras derrota, fracaso tras fracaso,
la vida nos golpea sin ningún descanso,
pero hemos aprendido a mirar al frente,
como un perro rabioso a enseñar los dientes.
Miradas de desprecio, miradas de repulsa,
sientes esas punzadas clavadas en tu nuca.
Ahogadxs en la mierda, tiradxs en el suelo,
pero jamás lo dudes, nunca nos veréis muertxs.
Levantarse ante la adversidad,
no derrames una lagrima mas,
convencidx de tu forma de actuar,
nunca pierdas las ganas de luchar.
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To think that I've been waiting all of my life to work away my days until I fully expire.
Can't live a life of selling dope or stealing things to get me through,
I'm more than just a criminal, this is more than a means of aggression.
"Just act your age, collect your wage and go."
You think you have this figured out, but you don't know what real stress brings.
You could never amount it to anything.
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-Dedicated to Jessica Morgan-
If it's honesty you want,
It's honesty you'll get.
The first few years have been spent,
Trying to remember what I was.
Fuck what I became,
And where I've ended up.
Past tense sense of longing,
A large shell of who I was.
Here you are before me,
Barely more than bones.
Stuck here with the skeletons of your past.
Brittle, frail.
Yet they hold you back.
The terrors of whats next.
Narcissistic to your depravation
A thing you won't withstand.
They dole out lost words on your lost cause,
While your spirit rots your form.
You're beautiful,
Stay Strong.
None of these mean anything to you.
I'm better.
Or, at least I hope I am.
I want to say that it's worth it.
But this pain, it always lasts.
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12. |
Iron - Get Out!
01:25
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Bleargh!
Get out!
Had it to here with your gendered rules
Stereotype values forced down our throats
Ain't no place in the scene for you backward fools
rape threats, ridicule and sexist insults
Had it to here with your dos and don'ts:
Get out!
You, yes you! You ass grabbing, slut shaming, transphobic, homophobic, misogynist clueless jerks.
This is not your scene and you don't get to make the rules around here anymore.
Get out!
Ladies in the front, girls at the back
This is your scene. Attack! Attack!
Trans* in the front, queers at the back
This is your scene. Attack! Attack!
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