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by a truth called nothing

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1.
What is profit? Lost in the massive amounts Of space known as surface Which I did not consume Technique is stored in parantheses That changed a good portion of problems But I should have expected something to go wrong I've removed a few of the reactions What is chance? The recommended strength of music Accumulated wealth Seems to be life's culmination The fulsome challenge of longing My people, my flesh and blood I have some real work to do here And no one can find the writ What is death? Minus was the only reason Put some flesh on my god Walking out in the street Blood runs cold with boxes of earth The room beckoned quietly But possession overcame all Everything comes to an end
2.
04:20
I'm in the eye of the storm A demented wind blowing smoke in my eyes Blowing straight up my mind And the mud all over the hillside It reminds me of my new reality Spread it out before me No question now It's OK I survived It's over It's all right And there's nothing to decline I'm deep underground Right in the dregs of my feelings And my failings Many years ago Many stupid, undignified years ago I set out on my own To find the end of my life But it's OK I survived It's over It's done It's all right I'm fine And there's nothing to decline I'm sat on my own In the remains of my belongings In a terrible town Because I have been divested Of all my little dreams And idle comprehensions There's not much left of me now But it's OK I survived It's over It's done It's all right I'm fine And there's nothing to decline But can anyone tell me why The chasm rended the chain apart
3.
(the bouquet was, indeed, the writ) (one, two, three, four) He is a critic of culture Reaching out for a better future He is a writer and philosopher He lits up just like phosphor Opinions he questioned critically We'll be life in the endless dream (one, two, three, four) Rebel against Christianity The morale of false morality At the end of the decade Disillusioned and in fade Withdrew into the existence Mishap made to captivate (one, two, three, four) Impossible for closer acquaintance In a letter to his mother The case of mental darkness Who will take this cloth and wipe this blood from our thoughts? Concentrate on real elevation Opposed to that of good and bad I's a long time since our plan went ahead Resigned his professorship He didn´t choose to quit All life evidences a will Influence: that's how they live The ones that could be so strong It's now just something that went wrong Impossible for closer acquaintance In a letter to his mother A case of mental darkness Who will take this cloth and wipe this blood from our thoughts? Impossible for closer acquaintance In a letter to his mother The case for mental darkness Who will take these thoughts and write these words with our blood? And yet, the owned have bled to death under our wheels What is holy and what is powerful In a world in which they all bleed Invariable, gentle and pleasant Against this tendency of a peasant
4.
02:58
Mischievous means to the core One light, here to be seen What is not known The mist of darkness The decorated lies within Could we ever find happiness? Piece of mind or a quiet time With a hope that somehow someone Could see through this, through this I am loaded with a certain tension I am vibrating at a certain frequency If the frequency joins a certain amplitude It will envelop and consume the things around me Living without Might be salvation for someone The part that is hidden Is salvation for another someone Then maybe we can stop our whoring And find an arbour of time And see a love of what could only be called a king And smile I am loaded with a certain tension I am vibrating at a certain frequency If the frequency joins a certain amplitude It will envelop and destroy the things in front of me The need for us and everyone And it feels like I hope it's gonna fall apart The core does not seem to exist But it never dies
5.
04:08
The right to feel depressed I think about it every so often It's the rise of the clichés The choice whether to listen to the government You find a way and try to live up to it In years to come and in your mind You know, there comes a time when you forget Another mission for the mercy of humankind So just pass the wine And I'll tell you there is no end But I'll be lying Which I know so terribly well Find a way and try to live up to it Slow days along the railway line You know, there comes a time when you forget Makes you wonder about the life you're leaving behind Down the hole we go Down the hole we're sucked again Down the hole we go Down the hole we're sucked again Down the hole we go Down the hole we're sucked again Down the hole we go It's preordained and material in a potent blend The right to be depressed I think about it all the time Do you wish this fucking day would end already? Do you feel like you're falling through your life? And never speak is never regret Slow days without a sign You know, there comes a time when you forget Makes you wonder what else you might've accidentally left behind Just pass the wine I may never be what I should Well that's just fine At least I've understood That there's no real need to live up to it No space to strive for clarity You know, there comes a time when you forget The world isn't ready for your kind of solidarity Just pass the wine And hand me the keys to your car In a crooked line we will ride We'll be pleased to have gone this far But there's no real reason to go for it The truth will finally align You know, there comes a time when you forget Let the innocent child be the measure of manhood in wartime Lose the time again Down the hole with all your friends Find it again In the hole until the end Time again Time again for a big descent Find it again Give it up for the fear in man (what a brilliant line)

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released February 1, 2019

Performed and produced by a truth called nothing

Recorded at Grueltown Studios

Songs 3, 4 written by lundgren/sobranie
Other songs written by lundgren

With:
Rusty Doris: guest vocals on (1)
Martin Ekelund: psychedelic guitar on (2), kamancheh on (3) and (4), drum loops and percussion on (4)
Bo Blaze: synth loops on (5)

Cover artwork by gunnar samuelsson
Cover logotype by atcn

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a truth called nothing Stockholm, Sweden

The European atheist art-rock band, a truth called nothing, is made up of contrasts: they combine hi-i with lo-fi, death with joy. They have been active since the new millenium began, collaborating heavily with the european movement to legalize assisted suicide, as well as emerging at the forefront of the online phenomenon "Borgarkrossarna" ("The Bourgeois Breakers"). ... more

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