Between the Buried and Me "Astral Body" (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

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Between the Buried and Me "Astral Body" (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

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"It's not me, it's you!"

(Yes that's right, I AM self-referential AND self-centered... so what??)

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AVC: What would you do in space?

GC: I’d probably be pretty high. [Laughs.] It’d be interesting to be up there and see it, with the lack of gravity. I’d like to know what happens to the downbeat in the absence of gravity.

AVC: The downbeat?

GC: The downbeat in the absence of gravity. To see if you get that propulsion in the opposite direction.

AVC: So you want to make music in space?

GC: Oh hell yeah. And see if Viagra has any effect.

MESHUGGAH - Bleed

So long, and thanks for all the fish

The deep roar of the ocean.

The break of waves on farther shores than thought can find.

The silent thunders of the deep.

And from among it, voices calling, and yet no voices, humming trillings, wordlings, and half-articulated songs of thought.

Greetings, waves of greetings, sliding back down into the inarticulate, words breaking together.

A crash of sorrow on the shores of Earth.

Waves of joy on-where? A world indescribably found, indescribably arrived at, indescribably wet, a song of water.

A fugue of voices now, clamoring explanations, of a disaster unavertable, a world to be destroyed, a surge of helplessness, a spasm of despair, a dying fall, again the break of words.

And then the fling of hope, the finding of a shadow Earth in the implications of enfolded time, submerged dimensions, the pull of parallels, the deep pull, the spin of will, the hurl and split of it, the fight. A new Earth pulled into replacement, the dolphins gone.

Then stunningly a voice, quite clear.

"This bowl was brought to you by the Campaign to Save the Humans. We bid you farewell."

And then the sound of long, heavy, perfectly gray bodies rolling away into an unknown fathomless deep, quietly giggling.

D.A.

Horror 666

Horror 5

Horror 4

Horror 3

Horror 1

IF THERE IS ONE THING YOU CAN SAY ABOUT MANKIND: THERE IS NOTHING KIND ABOUT MAN!

Makumba

The Den Haag Improvisers Orchestra – a.k.a. The Discombobulation Orchestra, The NieMaLioschi Players, Instant Composers Symphonic, Mega-Penta-“thing”, Motorbikers from Mars, or simply “Um-monte-de-gajos-(e-gajas)-malucos-que-se-juntam-às-Quartas-Feiras-pra-fazer-bué-da-barulho!” was formed in 2007 in... Den Haag (well, DUH!!), by a certain master Yoda Gibson.
Composed of 20 to 2000 musicians, people in general, their pets and some venereal diseases, “The” Orchestra is much greater than the sum of their (private) parts! It is in fact so big that it’s Huge! It’s so Huge that it’s Endless!! It’s so Endless that one wonders wether it realy exists!!! It’s “The” most important Orchestra on Earth, being in fact Interplanetary – NASA scientists have recently discovered that the single proof of Man’s presence in Mars is a recording found in a Marsian Canyon by, guess who? Den Haag’s Improvisers Orchestra (actually THE long long lost recording).
The future of Mankind depends on the swiftness with which Man can find a way to get to Mars (including landing and parking there), retreive the recording, and give it back to their rightfull owners –US! (not the U.S. ok??!!)... plus sacrifising a goat, two black cocks and a flee to Candomblé Orishas Yedolelé and Zélélélé.
Enjoy the concert!

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Madness

Monologues of my own insanity
Dialogues of sexual deviation and innocence!
Undisclosed thoughts and hidden fears!
Unknown dimentions to anyone alive!
The brink of failure and success at once!

(incomplete)

FUCKIN' ASSHOLES!

Stupidity...
made Anger...
made Rage!

Red... made blood... made misery

PAIN

made nonesense!

sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep

postdiscombobulationexhaust

... looked through the window (metaphoriacally speaking, and a metaphorical opening on a metaphorical wall), and gazed at the ethereal space outside. Something that hadn't even existed before simply materialized right before ... eyes. It was about time to finish the wandering around without a clear purpose or even faintest clue of departure and arrival points! There had to be an end and this was as good a time as there'd ever be. It was a resolution, but maybe just another empty and unfeasible one, like a certain pattern that seemed to creep unannounced out from under a lost age of innocence! ... "Leave it be" said the little trident-armed red midget on the right side thought-balloon, while the white-gowned little spectre on the left felt its last drop of existence drain through its' very spectral little fingers (some metaphorical protruding limbs from an equally metaphorical corpus)... ... looked past these products of an over-stimulated imagination to come back to a far less romantic and romanticized real reality! And then what was there just a second before, wasn't there anymore, or was it? Or had it ever even been? Or did existence happen at all? Who could tell for sure, someone from inside? (What was inside and out anyway?) some external observer? And then again, after this leap of faith, should ... believe so bluntly in a forged opinion on which no though process of ... own had even been made? Who decides things here and now? What bullshit is this anyway! "Am I or am I not in charge"? cried out in silence ... tormented soul as ... realized that, most likely, there really existed, simply, Nothing

Farewell

Goodbye inspiration goodbye pain...
. Goodbye good intentions goodbye sober day...
. . Goodbye us goodbye good life...
. . . Goodbye all I thought I knew, Goodbye.

Discombobulate me!

Disinfect!

Hatred towards nothing!

Heresy!

Infection!

Mischief!

Sound, always sound.

None, none, none

Let's see what happens... when we mix this and that... let's see what we get!
Let's see how the little sprinkles of big hard core hate make their way into this confused disturbed mind
Let's see how all this comes together...
let's just wait and see...

Tot Gauw... tot straks... tot mijn terug... of niet... of wat jij wilt...

Apparently it brings the peace and Harmony... but in disguise... dressed up as a deceiving beast of my imaginary, and of someone else back there pulling the strings and playing with my milimetric anguishes! The awareness that I'm playing with microns for which I'm not quite suited, or maybe something not quite like so, or Oh... that eye, in the center of all the storms that await me... and then!...

De Kracht en de moie klank van een riet, en mischien ik weet niet meer wat ik schrijf en dat is aleen mijn fout en ik moet nog een beetje meer hulp van mijn zeven vingerde vriend opzoek...

tot... nooit

Waneer iemand begrijpt de bedoeling van mijn worden dan ben julie echte geniousen... want ik heb helemaal geen idee van mijn zelf...

Yeah, what about some sense into this chaotic discourse!
Yeah, sure, you whished! That's for me to know and for you to find out... of mischien 'tis eindelijk niet zo bijzonder??

Fine, non piu!

Ciao

Fui

Barganing denial anger depression four final stages before desintegration optimism pessimism social realism excess education banishes imagination

NO

What if...

What if it was...

NOTHING

if it was all a big lie!


If it didn't exist at all!
No peace of mind...
no piece of mind...
no peace...
no piece...
no mind...
of mind...

Spinning and spinning

I'm spinning and spinning
Round and round and I'm spinning again
Round myself and round my room
And round the world outside of me

I'll be spinning even more as we speak
As I take another round and spin some more
I'm spinning on my own and here with you
spin another round, one just for me

My clothes spin round outside while I am here
Spinning on my mind and out of me
I'm spinning round again and spinning dry
I'm dry and spinning dryer every round

My heart is warm

This blog will go through some changes and will be reinvented into something that it is not quite at the moment! Something that I don't quite know what will be yet... but something different!
I'm just too wasted and late for my bedtime to give it any more thought for now!
Hail for madness, not for darkness, which I'm not built for!!
Who the fuck was I trying to kid with the black-hard-core-depressed-monsters-in-my-mind-kind-of-bullshit that made me even start something that I never really believed in!?!?! Madness is still a small rosebud, bud I'll keep it from any weeds that try to prevent it from blossoming!!
Cheers

Mierda, he pisado en Mierda, pensando en porque pensava en Mierda la pisé!
Me reí, sabendo que la duda no ayuda, el miedo no ayuda, solo ahuda a los fracos y enfada a los fuertes!

El otro

Fuck You Cock Sukkin' Mutherfuckers!!!
I've lost today one of my language skills!
No more!
I will forget!!

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It's a mockery!

!

....!

B...!

BA..!

BAC.!

BACK!

One day it will all come BACK

They're coming, they're coming, they're loose, they're not going away, they're circling and whirling around, faster faster faster faster

Paint the streets in white!
Death is a standard breach for a complex prize!
Paint the walls in red!
Breach all the restraints when you get in my head!

It's coming around again,
You're letting it out again, again...

Hail to the ghost of christmas past
Hail to the ghost of christmas present
Hail to the ghost of christmas future

Hail to the ghost of christmas East
Hail to the ghost of christmas North
Hail to the ghost of christmas West
Hail to the ghost of christmas South

Hail to the ghost of christmas death
Hail to the ghost of christmas death

LIKE THE SVRGEON . THE SLASHES OPEN THE BODY OF HIS FELLOW MAN . REMOVES HIS EYES . EMPTIES HIS ABDOMEN OF ORGANS . HANGS HIM VP ON A HOOK . HOLDING VP TO THE LIGHT ALL OF THE BODY'S PALPITATING TREASVRES . SENDING A BVRST OF LIGHT INTO ITS' INNERMOST DEPTHS

Richaed Selzer . M.D.

DELÌRIVM CÒRDIA
SVRGICAL SOVND SPECIMENS FROM THE MVSEVM OF SKIN

And then you come with your halo and you turn my monsters pink!
And you rock them and trick them into sleeping and they stand still!
And the little daemons give way to some sort of cricket or little angels!
And the little deamons go numb and turn to memories of times past!
They Hibernate... but (oh) they're angry...
They sleep... but they are waiting...
They will come back... STRONGER!
I promise (I don't even have to, but I do)
They will haunt
They will confuse
They will destroy
Eventually, they will kill!
Maybe not for real... but they will!
And then...
It's a matter of how...
it's a matter of when...

Just a little monster... a furry one

Oh the guilt... oh the doubt.
Of just feeling what I'm not supposed to feel, not feeling what I am supposed to, or not knowing what I feel or what to feel...
Between doing the most stupidest thing ever for my own pleasure and misery, or not doing anything at all for my own misery and confort... or something else!
Shame... oh the shame, of not taking these isues head-on! Procrastinate... grow a grey... avoid... definha...

NUMMMMMMMMB
NUMMMMMMMMB
BOMMMMMMMMB
DUMMMMMMMMB

one step away from madness.
one step away from geniousness.
one step away from nothing.
one step away from anything good or bad.

I'm a little bit of nothing working hard to become alittle bit less.
I'm a little bit drowning working hard to sink deeper into myself.
I'm a big empty body with very little substance to tell something!

I'm not thinking of anyone today... and yet I've met you agin... shadow

This is not a blog, it's a cancer!!!
It's a pit, it's a trash bin!
It's stupidity in its purest form!
It's an ode to the misery of the human condition!
Its the defecation of my mind!

This post is not a post!
It is a stain!
It is a waste of time!
It is a masturbation without an object of desire!
It is trying to masturbate with an object of desire for which there is no desire after all!!!

It was not suposed to be about any demon in particular, but... alas... there you are again!

The hate! Oh the Joy of HATE!
I hate therefore I am!
I hate very few, so I hate you strong! With all my heart!! You suck me dry, or you try! And I hate you back! I fight and the result is hatred!! I feel blessed for this little bit of black force and insignificant misery that is hating you and being hated back!
Oh the Joy of HATE!

I Hate you! I Hate you like a million times before, except that now I've tasted the bitter taste of your magnet mouth much closer to me than in my dreams!
You shouldn't belong here... or anywhere else to be seen! You've come to haunt me and that's not my fault, it's yours'! You're on the dark side and the dark side is in you, you ARE the dark side and the dark side IS YOU!
Never, never again!! I should stop pretending! I should find something new to hate!
Lust, for sure Lust. It's always the same, something I feed!!
* 2 ...

I´ve kissed you! I´ve kissed you like a million times before, except that now I´ve tasted the warm taste of your sweet mouth much closer than in my dreams!
Belong here on the bright side... I'm sorry , I apologize, it's not your fault, it's just that you've come a little bit too late... but you're on the right side... and so am I...
We should be not hidding! One day, who knows? when I'm not weak!!!
Love or lust... doesn't matter, it's all the same, something I miss!
* 2 *

Hallucinious
D***... you´re always close and always far
I have a disease, I love my disease, it's my pet!
Feel the breath of nature and the singing of little blue things and eternally raising slopes, and never ever deny your disease for it's your pet!!! So smash your face, thrash your brain, kill yourself and let it be the only possible way to escape the ugly voices you hear inside your fucked up head!
And D*** you come closer and pull me away from my path as I release all the anger and sexual frustrations I've been collecting! I've been through sex, violence, drugs and nothing has had much the same effect on me as your scent and your imagined inner parts close to my nostrils!
And I feed my disease with you in little chopped up pieces, and these moments make me wonder just how much do I really need those fucking mushrooms to see and feel a world that doesn't exist, or just how close one can be to the limit of sanity! And You can lose it just like that... *snap*

Drawing lines on the pavement
very thin lines maybe meant
to be crossed
Being out of line for a moment
maybe it's just how it's meant
to be anyway
Going further to the other side
further away with no regrets
and no turning backs?
Giving in to what is weak
just put your mind away from it
and face the light
Repress it more and more
just for a little longer
face the light
And just remember where that line
has been drawn in coloured ink
it comes faster than you think
that you cross to the wrong side
In your life of white and black
doesn't matter what you do
the line will always haunt and taunt you
once it's drawn you can't go back
So face the light
ignore the voice
Anyway there is no choice
sit back and wait for your monsters
to come for you

L***** van mijn leven...
Je bent echte op de donker zijde!

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