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Doom metal and assorted genres have been my passion since I discovered CONAN in 2014. Grunge was my first love when it comes to heavy rock/metal and my first upload was on Dec 13, 2016 with an ALICE IN CHAINS song (my all-time fav band together with SOUNDGARDEN) although the account/channel itself is a lot older. Uploading, posting and spreading the music that I love in a number of Facebookgroups is one of my main hobby's. I run 2 Facebook groups *Doom/Stoner/Sludge/Psychedelic* (35K members): facebook.com/groups/jpriest011/ & 'Caveman Battle Doom' for CONAN: facebook.com/groups/525649494915850
LYRICS: 01 God Damn 0:00 "Your mouth’s diarrhetic Your head’s full of hay I’d tell you “Go home” But you wouldn’t know the way I’ve met some stupids in my day But God damn, some of the shit you say Baby I’m no singer I ain’t a sewing machine But I do what I do And I tale what I need God damn some of the shit you say" ~ 02 Wolf At The Dog Park 05:59 "I bark, I bite, No muzzle can hold my might, In darkness I strike, No one to lock me in at night, I sneak, I prowl, I face the moon and howl, I ain’t no hound, You cage me - I’ll break out Am I the only one, is it just me? Yeah I cannot be tamed, César come and see Im a beast, I’m a God, when I’m drenched in the dark Yeah there’s gotta be another wolf in this dog park How can you be so alone, when you’re in a crowd Wouldn’t want to fit in, even if I was allowed They’re not like me, I’m not like them I’d rather crawl back to my lone wolf’s den Am I the only one, only one here It’s that lonely conclusion I’m starting to fear Never had on a collar, see my fangs are sharp Try to get me fixed - I’ll leave more than a mark Im a beast, I’m a God, when I’m drenched in the dark Yeah there’s gotta be another wolf in this dog park I can’t be the only one" ~ 03 Lighthouse 13:15 "Tall tower beckons me into the highest room The light inside it surely only holds my doom Eyes shine accursed rays, they’re from Poseidon’s son Protean punishment for what I have done Bad luck to kill a seabird, evil omen Let them rip me to pieces over again The mermaid’s calling me, I think I might be dead Trapped in a loop of time, and seized by my own dread Imprisoned in this box, an aspect of my mind Lost in the monochrome, the beacon light my shrine HARK! TRITON Let me off your leash Let your waves crash upon the bones of the deceased HARK! PROMETHEUS I’m inside your skin Squirming writhing agony, I manifest your sins Bad luck to kill a seabird, evil omen Let me rip them to pieces, over and over again The mermaid’s calling me, I think I might be dead In perpetuity, but hoping for an end She’ll lead me out of here, this cold island of hell Is there a God inside this nightmarescape I dwell Has it been 14 days or two years, I can’t tell How long have I been trapped under your witch’s spell Trapped in this lighthouse Trapped in my head Trapped in this life now Trapped in my head" ~ 04 Mesa Black 18:16 "Here I come, Inbound Going miles underground The valves, they make the sound Leaks spring, the steam surrounds These depths are bottomless Eerie, anomalous It’s feeling ominous Down deep necropolis I need to be free Lovecraftian enemies, something to see Don't forget about me I'm a man on a mission, on a crowbar spree Unforeseen consequence Hostiles make their descent Build apprehension, tense Surface my seventh sense I question your ethics Icarus complex Inflicting suffering Well guess who's next The choice is mine To live or to die If I must struggle Then struggle shall I Forget about becoming a free man I’m no priest, I’m a God, this is my homeland" ~ 05 Shaman's Vine 25:53 "It’s all for you It’s all for you It’s all for you It’s all for you It’s all for you…" ~ 06 Drunken Hunting 30:21 - instrumental - ~ 07 Draconian 32:45 "There’s a place down deep below Filled with faces we don’t know Where no natural life can grow There’s a place beneath our feet Where the wicked creatures meet Where they plan their next deceit And drip-feed to the elite Draconian The Lizard King ain’t who you thought it was Changing face, changing body of the figurehead You know our food cannot sustain them Blue blood feeds on red Flesh crawls, blood’s cold, subterranean Tall figure, lizard skin, Draconian They’re why the leaders betray us They’re the power behind the plagues Manufacturing chaos Not even Jesus saves The Draconian" ~ 08 If An Axe Is An Arm 38:00 "At home, a caller comes quietly to your door I never gave these orders Have I seen you somewhere else before? I don't think so But it's really so impossible to say How can I be certain? You found me here in disarray You found me here in disarray You found me here At home a caller comes quietly to your door I never gave these orders Have I seen you somewhere else before? A caller sits quiet on your floor Surrounded by the borders of your magazines Well is there something more? Complete disorder lies quiet in your room Her limbs are so distorted Please! Do you think you could be leaving soon?"
This was so fun to work on. Top chaps. Fucking heavy. Outback fucking rule. Lou @flowersandyoux killed the tracking. That was some awesome engineering, a pleasure to mix
This stuff is quantum leap in recording and production compared to previous efforts. The drums especially (the snare sounds legit and the bass is thrusty and raw) Way better fidelity wise. Heavy real lyrics and honest artistry in this. One of my new habits is Hollow Corpse. Speak the truth!
MESSAGE FROM THE BAND ABOUT THE EP: it serves as a sort of epilogue to the previous full-length album "Mana Nexus - Arboreal Hypnagogia". "Mana Nexus continues their path of melancholy with "After a Night of Rain". Dedicated to the end of summer, the two-track EP traverses between atmospheric blackened doom and droning dark ambient. Sound design elements take equal importance as traditional instrumentation in this 15 minute journey through rain-swept forest paths and dimly lit autumnal streets".
There is nothing in the air Chase the waves into the cooler breeze What is lapping in the wave What is waiting at the water's edge We will sink into the earth Leave the stars a final show Nothing is as easy as this Nothing else is quite so beautiful It is rolling like the fog It is buried in the sound It is screaming like a dog It is sleeping in the ground Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Brace this, how [?] Now put him down You know I had to You know I did You know I had to Brace this, how [?] I put him down You know I had to You know I did You know I had to You know I did You know I had to
@@hollowcorpse316 I’m just being a jive turkey, love your work. It is dark and heavy and fitting in the times we are in. Keep being true to your music and use it as a way to speak your truth. The truth is always right. Not always fun or happy, but real.
These lyrics were a lil different to my ear. "I wanna feel you from the inside, to shake the dust off of my skin. You choke the breath out and my heart sighed, and now I feel at home again. This God is good enough for me. I'm having trouble with the downside, can't pick myself off of the floor. Getting so caught up in the meantime. I am so high can’t ever come back down " - The lyrics return to what we know them as now. Seems like this version was about a sexually addictive, yet abusive relationship. Where she found no comfort in the black tide of his thoughts and she must keep his dark secrets to herself and it's good enough for her to just submit to this dark sex God. So it's about settling for less when you are worth more. Interesting choice to switch it to drug/alcohol addiction themed lyrics, from one more about toxic cycles in relationships we tolerate.
LYRICS: 01 Space Is Now Tainted 0:00 "Look at this blue pile of shit What do you still want with it? Burnt to a careless carcass by hairless harnesses. Whoever can gather the paper is given a hand. Not without a glove to be sure And to make you understand THIS IS NO FAVOUR Or an elite’s failure. Space is now tainted, it’s been the phallus that has been painted green Too far is never far enough If I wanted to be alone. Now and then I’ll lift the curtain just enough to make me stay. Ruled by an ant hill of fucks Running after whoever sucks. Privatizing water and food You will eat what falls off your skin. And when the last tree is down You will climb the bodies of the ones who didn't drown. But you'll never live to see The surface of Mars The moons of Jupiter The Cloud of Oort Or even the Mariana Trench. The train has already left and your luggage is about to be sorted. While the ones who protect the ships are being paid just a tiny crumb more than you. To remain unseen and legal The patriarch observes before he strikes. They will end with their heads On their flesh pikes, Thanks to rigor mortis. Space is now tainted, it’s been Filthionaires who have been painted green Far away is never too far If I wanted to be alone. Now and then I’ll lift the curtains just enough to make you stay. Space is now tainting We all are painting With the blood of our little ones To get a good night's sleep While our scientists and philosophers weep. How dumb can a band be To sing about the universe Helping the rich Distract from their war on earth?" ~ 02 Knuckles 06:12 "Weapons all alike extend body mass with shape Upgrading the mammal to necrophilic totalitarian art. Only the fingers abide. Praying to nature for the fist! The finger that chooses your side Will join you in the mists. Knuckles the power of the void. Knuckles bring darkness into your light No man can ever understand The power of an empty hand. Tools all alike impose body mass of the shape of a mammal to symbiotic autonomy. Only your fingers abide. Pray to nature for the fist! Knuckles the power of the void. Knuckles bring darkness into your light No man can ever understand Knuckles the power of an empty hand" ~ 03 Twomb 13:15 "No life is pro life Every womb is a coffin" ~ 04 Stoma 14:07 "We gather in holes, Cannot stay To build this memorial of decay. I need the echo In waves to remember you. Trapped in this universe Still a human, a coping machine. Merely a funnel to stoma. Eating reality, Egesting uncertainty. Together in holes, cannot see beyond the reach of certainty. Fear the echoes of war! Past and present crumbling away. Sucked into this universe still human, a coping machine suicide machine. Merely a tunnel to stoma. Consuming reality, Egesting uncertainty" ~ 05 Finity and Beneath 23:38 "The final frontier: Getting out of bed The apocalypse: tradition Forced upon you by the dead" ~ 06 Dripping Bats 27:49 "Another stick in the beehive, honey The keeper’s heart attack. Pro contra invasion The daggers are having our backs. Your NBC suit could use a bigger belly It’s been a few years. The gas mask reeks of garlic. Had a test run after lunch. God the murderer is dead Thoughts and prayers for his corpse, While the earth is breathing And bats are dripping from the walls. By the time we rebrand life as a pre-death condition, Eternity seemed so pretty From this point of suffering. We’ve smashed our habits, Graverobbed fear from the dhg. Begging Blues for forgiveness No.1 on the bucket list of Metal. Is this normal life? Give me pandemics back! Refuse to exist Crawl back into the womb. Fuse to resist the star of material land. God the murderer is dead And you feel sorry for his corpse, While earth is breathing Bats are dripping from the walls. As we rebrand life As a pre-death condition Eternity seems so pretty From this point of suffering. Dripping bats - the antidote To human as we know it. Permafrost has thawn The planet starts to yawn. Dripping bats diabolicum Turn humankind to shreds Wildlife - the last straw of resistance Cthulu in the city, Wereworms in the tunnels, Dripping bats in you" ~ 07 To The Caves! 32:56 "The unspeakable lie Philantropes buy That we live in an infinite space and time We carry the bees We carry the memories To the caves! Many died Of the few that lived To the caves!" ~ 08 Space Is Now Tainted (Dissector's Cut) 43:47 - no lyrics available -
