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The scar on my arm where you drank my Blood
And the ball in my palm of an energy flood
A scratch and a kiss and a broken heart
And we fuck and we fuck and we're back to the start
But you flinch when I grab and you turn when I lick
And your head on a pike just a ball on a stick
Up and down toe and crown jump around jump around
These are sounds from the damned so be warned or be Found
You were born to destroy so take off your veil
And prepare the assault on the Lord Mikael
While Gabriel watches the witches behead
A thousand times three from your neck ran the red
And you bled bled bled 'til The Dawn turned to ice
And time stood still while they stole your Innocence
And contorted, distorted your Heavenly Sin
Into razor sharp knives flung around at a whim
Through a Curtain of Dark into Shadows of Chaos
God lies dying in a fiery playhouse
Where children of The Night cast their curses to eons
Of storm-ravaged journeys and castrated peons
For slaves are we all to Eternal Desire
The Passion we breathe unto funeral pyres
That this way and that shall forever lay direly closed
To black hearts poised to dampen The Fire inside
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how did it begin?
and how does it sustain?
why does it manifest inside our brain?
why does it exist?
and how does it portray
those in a state words can't convey
and it cuts to the bone when i see you weep
i sink like a stone in a dying sleep
i'd pick up the phone if i wasn't so weak
but i drift along like the rest of the sheep
i sing along like the rest of the sheep
i get it wrong like the rest of the sheep
i'd pick up the phone if i wasn't so weak
but i drift along like the rest of the sheep
and it cuts to the bone when you weep and weep
i would pick up the phone but i'm way too weak
and i sink like a stone in a dying sleep
how do i explain?
and why do i refrain?
see how i melt in acid rain
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Did you ever think to yourself "That's just not right"?
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There's a battle, going on inside of my head.
It's holding me down, can't move ahead.
It's kind of funny how Life can turn so fast.
Trying to find a way to live without past.
Do you ever think to yourself "That's just not right"?
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Did you ever think to yourself "That's just not right"?
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That wasn't what I meant to say
When I spoke to you the other day.
I meant to tell you, "Goodbye".
I meant to tell you the reason why
I am headed for a dead-end,
And right now I could use a good friend.
But you wouldn't give me the time of day.
You wouldn't even remember the colour of my eyes.
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That wasn't what you should have said,
When you whispered in my ear.
You made me love you more than anything.
And I still see it everywhere,
The colour of your eyes.
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"You wanna be Evil?
Well then try and be like me."
-The human
"I am the adversary, and I must remain the adversary.
I am not yours to embrace. I am not yours to invoke.
So what the fuck are you doing?
You're embracing Evil? You're invoking Evil?
I am the adversary, and I must remain the adversary
Of all humankind.
I am not yours to embrace. I am not yours to invoke.
So what the fuck are you doing now?"
-The D.H.A.O.H.
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'Cause something isn't right,
But I'm doing the best I can.
If you help me through the night,
I'm happy to lend a hand.
And I'm doing it on my own,
But I'm happy to be your friend
With your feelings still unshown,
Unshown until the end.
Unshown until the end.
And I'm doing it on my own,
But I'm happy to be your friend
With your feelings still unshown.
'Cause something isn't right,
But I'm doing the best I can.
If you help me through the night,
I'm happy to lend a hand.
And something isn't right,
But I'm doing the best I can.
If you help me through the night,
I'm happy to lend a hand,
And I'm doing it on my own,
But I'm happy to be your friend
With your feelings still unshown,
Unshown until the end.
I'm doing it on my own
But I'm happy to be your friend
With your feelings still unshown,
Unshown until the end.
Unshown until the end,
Unshown until the end,
Unshown until the end.
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She was more than I could take in my state.
She was more than I could take in my state.
I have to go or I'll be running late.
At the corner of the station where I wait,
This is a trap, I am the bait.
Then she kissed me in the passenger seat,
A bliss I thought that I'd never meet.
A happiness I'm happy to greet.
This is the butcher, I am the meat.
The sweetest meat.
The darkest blood.
The kindest smile.
The world ends now.
Ends now.
I said the world ends now.
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Thyr, Mir, Arash, Doya
Earth, Air, Fire, Water
I call the Angels down from above.
I summon Demons up from below.
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Mikael, I'm sorry, I let you down
I spat your name and I stole your crown.
I sold my soul to the devil,
And made you watch me revel
In lost delights and fancied flights
But now I'm back, the field is level.
I offer you my open wrist,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't resist.
Accept my blood and please forgive me
I want you by my side, stay with me
Stay with me.
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Those who hold a bi-polar view of the universe:
Choose Dark over Light.
It's the obvious choice. Darkness is comforting.
It is tranquil. It is The Womb.
Whilst Light is harsh and relentless,
Aggressive and stark,
Those who follow the path of Darkness
Cross no-one.
They lurk quietly in the shadows, and deal
Only with what comes their way.
Hidden and silent, they do not confront the world,
But sit back and watch the madness unfold
With a slightly amused turn of the mouth.
Those who follow the Light feel compelled
To force it down everyone's throat.
"The Dark are lost, and must be saved.
Ultraviolet aggression must purge all
Who do not follow the way."
Vehemently, they will stop at nothing
Until every last shadow is erased.
Yet this is impossible in a bi-polar system.
The presence of Light creates Darkness
In the corners where it is absent.
In a bi-polar system the choice is obvious:
Darkness.
It is easy, it is accessible, and it feels good.
It feels right.
Yet there is more to Life than Black and White.
There are Colours.
I see Purple, Green and Orange.
It's a start.
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Darkness
Darkness (It feels good)
Darkness (It feels right)
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Gabriel, Gabriel
Gabriel, take me back
To a time before White and Black.
Gabriel, let the colours fortify my mind.
Oh, Gabriel, let the colours fortify my mind.
My mind. My mind.
Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel.
I am so tired. So tired.
Gabriel, take me back.
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I think I'm feeling alright.
Get the feeling we're gonna party all night.
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The Peach Tree, aka. Angus Maiden, possesses a voice that is the antithesis of auto-tune; the sounds you hear are what your average untrained 25-year old male larynx emits. There is plenty of failure here, he doesn't hit the notes, he can't sustain, doesn't project, and his attempts at different styles of singing such as death metal screams are pitiful. Yet in the voice's raw, natural, unprocessed essence there is an expressiveness that reveals a beautiful honesty akin to the lyrics and message of The Peach Tree.
Art is the pursuit of a perfection never to be attained. Through the past 15 albums and EPs The Peach Tree has attempted to show his inner world to the masses, and has failed on many accounts. The failure is what keeps him creating. The moment he produces something truly perfect is The End. Most natural deaths occur because a person has achieved everything they needed to in this mortal coil. When a consciousness dies a world dies, and Angus' world though still far from ending is nevertheless headed towards that inevitable, mortal demise. His whole life is a dress rehearsal for The End Of The World, the arrival at Perfection, in Nothingness, when the single consciousness that perceives the Universe subjectively ceases to be, and thus does the World cease to be.
Andy Warhol and the Pop Art movement, as well as the DaDa movement, showed us that anything can be Art. An exhibit in a modern gallery could be a glass case filled with kitchen cutlery. Once you label something as art it becomes art regardless of its content. The message here is that Art is in everything and we merely need to see it in a different context to appreciate it.
Is Angus' failure at expressing what he feels deep inside then, a form of Art? The first few words of the album title has two meanings: "Failure playing Art", as in a personified failure performing the role of Art, a metaphor for an elaborate showcase concealing something that is in fact amateurish. But it can also mean "an unsuccessful attempt at playing, or being involved in, this thing called Art". In the end, is it Art simply because Angus says it is, or is it indeed a true failure in its weak delivery? Is there such a thing as "bad Art" and "good Art", or do these polar opposites fade away as long as a message is conveyed? We can debate these things endlessly, but who cares because The End is Nigh, and this is the dress rehearsal for the Final Act. Ragnarok. Armageddon. The Apocalypse.
