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Machinic Desire
04:33
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Neon signs are flashing by
The cold in the air outside
I'll be swallowed whole alive
I can't go back tonight
The engines are glowing bright
The fire burning up inside
I don't care if I die
I have to go back tonight
To celebrate her glory
And to try to find a way
To be a part of something greater
Once again
This feeling unholy
I have fallen from the grace
Need to feel something
Once again
Once again
Once again
Once again
Once again...
The speed and the purr
I need to embrace her
The warmth and the fire
Machinic desire
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2. |
Surrender to the Night
04:13
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(Instrumental)
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3. |
Café Flesh
04:04
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Cafe Flésh
The loss of Order
Shed your chains
Free from everything
Free from the mind
Free from the society of man
Everything you could desire
But the flesh must choose
No ideology
No identities
No humanity
And no control
Free from the mind
Free from the society of man
Everything you could desire
But the flesh must choose
No ideology
No identities
No humanity
And no control
New flesh
Café Flesh
New flesh
Café Flesh...
(Dedicated to David Cronenberg & Stephen Sayadian)
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4. |
Streets of Race
04:14
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(Instrumental)
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5. |
The Body Without Organs
03:09
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The body without organs is a coherence-surface of differentials, paradox-web spun like a disintegrating bandage upon the infectious wounds of aesthetics of reality. What the secondary process, compiled as your mind, experiences as memory, consciousness and data-acquisition, is for the primary process of machinic unconscious only microsofted irritations shaped as pain-gradients and thresholds.
Every coupling of machines, every production of a machine and every sound of a machine running, has become unbearable to the body without organs. Sensing beneath the organs only larvae and worms, and the action of a God, strangling his own creation through organization. Filling up the attractor basins of social megamachinery, all fluctuations are case-packed into reproducible units, geochemical, bio-organic or cultural. Oedipus is a box at the end of the world, glued to the monitor, watching it all come apart.
Arriving reprocessed from inexistence at phase-transition into Hell or the future, you slide an interlock-pin into its sub-cortical socket, shifting to the other side of the screen. Pandemonium scrolls out in silence. Decayed pixel-dust drifting into grey dunes. All vital differentiation is a unilateral deviation from death as zero-degree of intensive matter; the reality of identity is death.
(Arranged and edited from 'Fanged Noumena' by Nick Land)
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6. |
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(Instrumental)
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7. |
Electro-Occult Warfare
03:17
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They say war never changes
But it's not true
This one's different
This one's new
These nightmare creatures
With killing features
In their appearance
A glimpse of death
They say war never changes
But it's not true
This one's different
This one's new
You see the falling angels?
And the lightning in the sky
It all ends tonight
Nothing will be allright
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8. |
Tannhauser Gate
04:04
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(Instrumental)
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9. |
The Owl (Night's Herald)
05:40
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The marshes of the west
The only place that I can get
We aren't welcome back
When the shadow of the beast
In the daylight you will see
The curse of our kind
The city lights I see
When darkness cradles me
Reminder of what we used to be
Just like the animals in wild
From their hatred we must hide
Just distant memories
It hasn't always been this way
But nothing else remains
We can never go back
Maybe there could be a cure
They'd have found it, I'm sure
But it's too late
Once we were so much like them
I can barely remember
It's all too far away
But when we hear the owl's sign
We can leave our dark reside
The children of the night
I can hear the owl
Flying high
Night's herald
Paints the sky
I can see the owl
Flying free
Night's herald
She's our key
It hasn't always been this way
But nothing else remains
We can never go back
When the shadow of the beast
In the daylight you will see
The curse of our kind
The city lights I see
When darkness cradles me
Reminder of what we used to be
But when we hear the owl's sign
We can leave our dark reside
The children of the night
I can hear the owl
Flying high
Night's herald
Paints the sky
I can see the owl
Flying free
Night's herald
She's our key
(Dedicated to Psygnosis Limited and Roger Dean)
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10. |
Nightdreams
04:09
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I've been trying to sleep
But I'm afraid I'll go too deep
It's always coming back to me
In the silence, the wail of the banshee
Maybe it's all just in my head
The pain and the bloodshed
It wasn't my fault, I can't control it
I'm falling...
Into nightdreams
Into nightdreams
Now they're trying to find me
In the darkness, here I'm free
But I'm planning to rid of them all
With this power they gave me...
In these nightdreams
These nightdreams
Nightdreams
Nightdreams
I'm falling into nightdreams
The memories, the pain and the bloodshed
Nightdreams
I'm falling
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When the bombs began to fall
I was waiting for you
We'd never see each other at all
I knew
We'd had it all
In a way, I knew you'd run away
When the flames made a wall
In my way
Now it's been so long
The cities growing green and all
And your face all wrong
I recall
But I'll always remember those first weeks
After I'd lost your lips
When the Earth began to weep
After the apocalypse
It can never be the same again
Just different
So different
It can never be the same again
Just different
So different...
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