Pawns & Needles (EP)

by REPRESSION RELEASE

/
  • Streaming + Download

     

1.
07:46
2.
05:44
3.
06:30
4.

credits

released June 15, 2012

_____________________________________________________

YouTube Stream: bit.ly/1d1g9sa
_____________________________________________________

REPRESSION RELEASE:
Bojan Ilić - Drums
Luka Stojanović - Bass
Mladen Stojanović - Guitar
Aleksandar Ilić - Guitar
Viktor Nagradić - Vocals

Cover photography & design:
Boško Đorđević / elchupacabrathegreatinc.

Facebook: on.fb.me/1ouyg2U
YouTube: bit.ly/1xnen1T
_____________________________________________________

VIDEO PROJECT (2010-2012.) | bit.ly/KTgezH
- Author: Boško Đorđević / elchupacabrathegreatInc.

♙.
_____________________________________________________

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

TRIBAL RAJBER LABEL Niš, Serbia

An independent record label from Niš (Serbia) for authors of different understandings of music, boundary free.

contact / help

Contact TRIBAL RAJBER LABEL

Streaming and
Download help

Track Name: Repression
R(D)epression

They say it is illness,
They say it is deasease.
Is it a desorder?
It's a mental brittleness.
I can't find my order,
I can't find my peace.

screams and
cries and
tears and
lies!


Thoughts fly with a speed of light.
I can't catch them.
It's all so messed up.
I don't know what I feel.
Hours passin' by my shell,
Don't know is it night or day.
Dont' know if I am confused.
Am I sick or sad?
I moon trough the wilderness of time
Of what have been, and what's to come.

They say it is illness,
They say it is deasease.
Is it a desorder?
It's a mental brittleness.
I can't find my order,
I can't find my peace.

screams and
cries and
tears and
lies!
breathe, and die
kill, fell alive.

Depression, Repression from your own life.
Mixed emotions, playing games with your mind.
Lost inside, with blank look upon your eyes.
Leashed within yourself with no will to rise.

I've being machinated by myself.
Who's responsible for this shit?
I'm plugged into imaginar,
Unplugged from what is called life.
The same face is showing,
to everyone around.
No further visions,
nothing to call mine.
Can't care about anything,
see just a flat line.

They say it is illness,
They say it is deasease.
Is it a desorder?
It's a mental brittleness.
I can't find my order,
I can't find my peace.

screams and
cries and
tears and
lies!


Repressed memories do not disappear.
They can have an accumulative effect and reappear as unattributable anxiety
or dysfunctional behavior. A high level of repression can cause a high
level of anxiety or dysfunction, although this may also be caused by the
repression of one particularly traumatic incident.
Track Name: Release
Release

I've wasted so much time, walked through the world unsatisfied.
I never look for a sign, didn't make difference between yours and mine.
I just kept moving from town to town, no matter was I high or down.
And there where I thought the hope has died I find myself in mankind.
I cut the umbilical noose, hanging under my thighs.
I released myself, from poison roots and flied.

Today I'm on a search for something higher.
And I'm on a verge of ascending.
I don't need a church or any friar,
No need to be purged I'm mending.

The only one who cared was I, The only thing that I crave was mine.
And now when I sobered up, I hear the preaches of the "chosen ones".
They won't let me breathe, they've captured my mind.
Imprisoned my spirit put it in a jar, threw the key want to see me far.
I kicked and screamed at the chosen ones.
I'll release myself, I will be the one.


Today I'm on a search for something higher.
And I'm on a verge of ascending.
I don't need a church or any frar,
No need to be purged I'm mending.

I don't need your friar to get me higher.
I'm on verge of ascending, please don't purge I'm mending!
I don't need your friar to get me higher.
I'm on verge of ascending, please don't purge I'm mending!
I don't need your friar to get me higher.
I'm on verge of ascending, please don't purge I'm mending!
Track Name: On His Side
My face is young,
soul is the ancient one.
My spirit lies
My face - my mask.
I want to be,
I want to be on his side.

And here it comes again.
Misery, called life...
Something crashed in me
My eyes are spining 'round
I can't take my smile no more
Cary me to the next world.
I'll close my eyes
Hope it will be done.

Take me away, take me!

More and more I wish i wasn't even born.
Once I trembled now I yern.
Come on death, take my gift
Let me sleep and let me
be on his side!

In transition I lost my spark
Nothing shakes me, I burned it out
Everything became so dull
I got so bored.
I pitty the newborn.
Life I can not stand.
Hate the unborn ones...
Take me away, take me!


More and more feel rotten and torn
Need him to defile my soul
Come on death, take my gift
Let me sleep and let me
be on his side!