Raw In Dirty

by Empty Conversations

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I will be obedient as you want I will faithfully look in your eyes I'll be ready for your any command I will be like you, I would not be me I will be faithful dog on a chain I'll be happy to shoot at your enemies So give me the command I am ready to fight I forget the word "no." Yes, yes, yes, yes! Throw out the pity on the dump of history Leave the freedom to complete losers Do as I do, exactly, exactly, exactly in exactly This struggle is not mine My victory - my lobotomy My non-conformism - little poster with Che Guevara All responsibility - to say that you are guilty Rats’ anthem - the foundation of my life Rats’ anthem - the foundation of my life Rats’ anthem - it is all our fight Rats’ anthem - everything in life at the bidding Rats’ anthem I will be obedient dog on a chain I will faithfully look in your eyes I'll be happy to shoot at your enemies So give me the command I am ready to fight I forget the word "no". I am ready to fight Yes, yes, yes, yes!
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The Dialogue 02:58
Thousands of reasons to fear each other Speeding up the pace, with every new step Every look - a part of important Comprehensive whole, comprehensive different To Repeat to myself: "Everything will be fine" Accelerate hourly rhythm of life and death I am your god, I am your devil, this is the voice of reason It is necessary to conceal, to suppress, to destroy, to forget (After all, someone wanted to, because someone wanted to, because someone was allowed to. After all, I let them!) Willfulness will break out Fooling your scope of suppression of me Show you that in map of consciousness There is no direct way long ago To cut ideas with surgical precision The punishment will be yours Give a taste of madness of life Outrage over the meaning; to tear off your flesh It is impossible! Because “me” is “we”, we - this is a common No fractional, only a comprehensive whole The general solution of a single path One smile on a thousand faces A single look at the pile of problems At four in the ranks under the slogan “Me” is “We”, “Me” is “We”, (Zamyatin is wrong, Orwell has been mistaken)
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Be calm, deadman, I'll write you a blank verse Memories of you went in after you They started in different ways, but soon became one And I stand by the graves of nameless people No sorrow, no tears, no desire To learn who you were, what did you want Hear stories of days you lived You lived, tried, wanted, loved But I see only the stones instead of your graves Rain will destroy the traces of where you were The wind will erase the names Time will turn your body into powder I see only the stones instead of your graves Surrounded by the ghosts of days of your past In this fall, like laughing at you The fact that I am still alive, because I'm still here The fact that there is still time, so that there is strength By the graves of strangers, getting the rhymes From forgotten lines and the meaning of life I am calm: you are dead, but I'm alive It's blank verse to a dead body Life absorbs, dissolves me Saps the strength from day to day Solemn eulogy in every line of poetry Poems, once written for you Misunderstood desires, misunderstood suffering Recorded by me on the path of life Blank verse to a dead body Blank verse for me
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Dude, you strive for the recognition of the public Build a career, like playing with blocks You write, sing something that public requires Remember, man, at this stage I'm only for myself Don't care of your opinion, and of everything that is convenient to only you Some people don't like the lack of meaning But we're having fun and living, We express our thoughts in positive aggression
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Our dreams are our reflections Road straight at hell from the depth of the eyes Don't hide from its essence, from myself Every demon of soul, every demon of me Finds his flesh awake Turn off the lights, get ready Dive into madness The silence - screaming, tears Membrane in the blood, but it's just a dream Concealing desire from yourselves Driving conflicts of the Super-Ego in the unconscious Calm, cool, normal Essence - the tragedy, the diagnosis - is typical But the night comes, the mind turns off The demon inside turns to essence Murder, violence, death, indifference - Gears of personality, the mechanism is running To wake up in a sweat from fear and horror Hide your personal consciousness in hell Inflamed consciousness And feel the taste of blood in the mouth But the night comes, the mind turns off The demon inside turns to essence Shame and disgust are climbing out Unable to hide my Ego in myself Road straight at hell from the depth of the eyes Our dreams are our reflections
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Boring Life 02:07
Yes, I want to change my mind Yes, I want to blow my brains Smudge my normality on the wall Cut to pieces the logic of life This boring life drives me crazy! I like the idea of killing my wife I like the idea of killing my father This boring life drives me crazy! Yes, I want to kill wife Yes, I want to kill my father Yes, I want to kill myself Yes, I want, want, want Every day is another day Every day is not my day A boring life, boring life Boring life drives me crazy Drives, drives me crazy
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Your Aim 02:13
And you won't understand what happened A clear aim, just forward A clear understanding of the way The heart beats faster and faster This is it, what you have waiting for What feeds you from the inside What gives you meaning and happiness A clear aim, understanding the way All is behind, just aim is ahead Are you sure now? Are you sure that this is it? Dummy target, false true Second doubt and you're in a void Are you sure now? Are you sure that this is it? A clear aim, clear ideas Not an ounce of doubt The body is burning, bursting forth You're tearing to victory Do not want to even think for a second Is this your idea? It is impossible to doubt, it is impossible to argue You're pretty sure And you do not understand what happened When you think about it and question your aims When you realize that you are now in a void in this world
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Short text similar to slogans All clearly and directly to you in the forehead The typical d-beat is concise and clear! Two lines is enough to express the position
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And we do not know what will happen when we leave Dissolving over time Leaving only our name on the forgotten graves By attempt to grow together with infinity In a race with death coming off of happiness Deeper and deeper digging into the grave of negligence Only time! Only time will judge us all! Raise and burn morality principles of our children and fathers Burn the land with war, explaining that this is a caring about the world And death will take us all to infinity Leaving the tomb on the barren land Another unnamed sons of the fatherland We will see them in themselves, reveling in careless By silent fear will renounce from the future Being afraid to give his name - the humanity! Only time, only time will judge us all As silent judge dissolving us in itself
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Postapocalyptic world order Wherever you look around there're ruins Scorched steppes, closed cities New war in this world Do you hear a siren howling in the distance? Listen, how walls are shifting above us? You see, staggering, shades are approaching? March of the Dead is coming to us March of the Dead clearly beats its rhythm March of the Dead - new anthem of gone world You and I can not escape from the fate of the dead They have prepared a place in the column for us Go on, take their turn of dead Slender column approached the crowd Each death will tell you that he's dead Dead bodies and blood, empty trenches Do you hear the siren? Do you hear, go! March of the Dead! War nameless! March of the dead beats its rhythm War of the nameless, the attack obedient Hatred of life - their procession We can not escape from the fate of the dead We have prepared a place in the column March of the dead beats its rhythm Go on, take their turn dead
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I'm a Loser 03:32
Goddamn, I'm really glad That I still can breathe Can understand, can realize Everything that happens around me Somebody on a roadside of life And I'll find myself there soon And I'm not owing you anything And I'm glad that I'm a loser for you I'm a loser for you Forward, forward, forward, forward Run, run, run, run Catch, catch, catch, catch Something brilliant will warm you with crunch from the inside I don't understand your perverse world Where desire possesses you In your eyes I'm wasting my years In my eyes you're wasting your strength given by the nature Like you have a program inside Look into yourself Run to the psychologist for a drop of an understanding What's happening in your undermind This strange world strange for you World without friendship, honor and family I'm a loser in your life I'm a loser for bunch of people But I realize that I can see On the world of narrow-minded dead ideas Rejoice life, simply communicate Without getting profit or payment You can't live even day like I do You can't look on yourself openly
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The eyes open to a blue telephone In the bathroom of this five-star hotel. I wonder whom I should call? A plumber, Proctologist, urologist, or priest? Who is blessed among us and most deserves The first call? I choose my father because He’s astounded by bathroom telephones. I dial home. My mother answers. “Hey, Ma,” I say, “Can I talk to Poppa?” She gasps, And then I remember that my father Has been dead for nearly a year. “Shit, Mom,” I say. “I forgot he’s dead. I’m sorry— How did I forget?” “It’s okay,” she says. “I made him a cup of instant coffee This morning and left it on the table— Like I have for, what, twenty-seven years— And I didn’t realize my mistake Until this afternoon.” My mother laughs At the angels who wait for us to pause During the most ordinary of days And sing our praise to forgetfulness Before they slap our souls with their cold wings. Those angels burden and unbalance us. Those fucking angels ride us piggyback. Those angels, forever falling, snare us And haul us, prey and praying, into dust. The morning air is all awash with angels
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Raw In Dirty 07:56
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released March 30, 2012

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Empty Conversations Karaganda, Kazakhstan

We are Empty Conversations. We live in Karaganda (Kazakhstan, Middle Asia). We surely can say that our region is incompatible with hardcore and any kind of punk music. But in spite of this fact we keep playing hardcore even because we like it. As far as possible we record our songs and upload it to you survey. And if you wonder if punk music exists in Kazakhstan, we can declare that it does. ... more

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