song: 67 (remix)
Taken from the album Oscillating Headcom.
Music by Moonlake. Lyrics by Steven Gerard. Recorded by Moonlake. Mixed & Produced by Captain Woolf. All rights reserved. |
So you lay back
You don't want to lay back You don't even want to lay back at all You're a nuclear overdose You're the limping luxury You can't even understand People don't understand What else is left to say Is god sleeping anyway What else is left to do He gave his hands to you Is it dad Is it that what you want you want us to be I don't know if i can stick to that The club you're in is so much better You let us know that you are Inviting equals that is clever You were healed but never came along You're so blind You're so religious Stick to the fitfulness of fantasy Is it dad Is it that what you want you want us to be I don't know if i can stick to that Breathing out loud sometimes I can’t refrain The flat terrain track Breathing out loud sometimes I won’t restrain The pain with methadone Breathing out loud My catalogue is filled with new trash. |
song: break the unbreakableAnnouncing the album Grand Earnest Wailing.
Music by Moonlake. Lyrics by Steven Gerard. Recorded by Moonlake. Mixed and Produced by Captain Woolf. All rights reserved. |
All right, I will lay myself to die, that's the option you have left for me
All Right, there is no way out, nor a slipway to take for me There's no happy end, nor a harbor, now Look at me bleeding, bleeding to death Look at me naked, naked and sad I used to be strong, but what am I now You break, break the unbreakable Break his neck, break his nose, break his legs you break it Honey, honey, honey you See me, I'm fading, I'm fading away Your liberty is probably, possibly a prison for me Loot at me faking, faking my strength You got me drinking, drinking all day Your entity is probably, possibly a prison for me You break, break the unbreakable Break his neck, break his nose, break his legs you break it Honey, honey, honey you You will survive me and that's unbearable Chew a soul like bubblegum Eat a heart like a candy-bar Gotta go my way. |
song: first discipleTaken from the album Oscillating Headcom.
Music by Moonlake. Lyrics by Steven Gerard. Recorded, Mixed and Produced by Moonlake. All rights reserved. |
3 o’clock in the morning. The song “strange fruit” by Billie Holiday is almost inaudible in this still crowded pub and I’m reading letters instead of comprehending the words they’re meant to form.
My thoughts, well my thoughts are floating back to the time where you came through the front door with the awesome announcement “honey, I came back to stay” and you indeed kept your promise: you stayed but kicked me out. Anyway, someone once told me that a man is not a man if he can’t live with loss. Well if that is true then I am the triple version of the average man. 12 minutes later a man with clothes only idle persons would buy asks me if the chair next to mine is still free. I conform that it is but instead of taking it with him to another table, he sits down next to me. Lord I don’t like to be put in a situation where I am expected to have a conversation with a complete stranger. 3 unbearable minutes later after his first question he asks the second one; and what a question: “do you believe in an interventionist god?” I must admit that I am not the kind of person whose afraid of that sort of questions, but to answer one like that to a complete stranger you must be more then not afraid. So I start to talk about the amazing story of jacob who had his fight with god during a whole night and ended cripple but completely renewed inside. He replied: “you didn’t answer my question.” I confirm. I don’t want to say that you could have been wiser. I don’t want to say that you could have been wiser. Then 1 minute silence, comparable to the kind of silence I have when I visit my parents and that is tough. I decide that I might as well ask my questions and it took me probably 6 minutes to think of it: “Are you an utterly well dressed prophet? A brilliant but yet un-revealed song? A messiah who’s still preparing his public appearance? An angel, a demon, that considers to change side? A cavalry in an atomic war? The cloak of Saint Michael? A doubting faith-healer? A winning lottery-ticket that could not be found? A member of the fascist party? A communist? A capitalist? A 51% shareholder of noah’s Ark? Tell me what are you?” I don’t want to say that you could have been wiser. Will you make us see? Will you make us kneel? Will you make us feel, all vulgar? Will you make us see? Will you make us kneel? Will you make us feel, all vulgar? All vulgar? All vulgar? --morse code-- |
song: sunbathing bastards remix by captain woolfTaken from the album Oscillating Headcom.
Music by Moonlake. Lyrics by Steven Gerard. Recorded by Moonlake. Mixed & Produced by Captain Woolf. All rights reserved. |
It comes and buzzes around my head
Of course it makes me feel so bad Because I know So I try to distract my weary soul And catch the sleep tonight Comfortably being numb A way to sit back See the world, as it should be A way to lay back and smell the world as it should smell Is there any chance tonight that this Cancer would be cured tonight Papa please let me know Stop the blind leading the blind The bastards to communicate Papa please let me know Music is the sun I bathe in A brighter form of reason Why, I don't know It makes life much lighter A way to sit back See the world, as it should be A way to lay back and smell the world as it should I'll sue you now Because you gave the water to the devil While the angels were thirsty I'll sue you for that Commercialise the soul and it's advocate Comfortable to be unknown, mercy Music is the sun I bathe in A brighter form of reason Why, I don't know It makes life much lighter |