απαρτίζεται και από τους Θάνο Αντωνόπουλο (ex Cloudscape, Goya’s Dream) στις κιθάρες και Γιώργο Συρίγο στα τύμπανα. Το 2012 αποχωρεί ο Θάνος και στη θέση του έρχεται ο Περικλής Αγιανόζογλου των Mani Deum και η Ιωάννα Λευκαδίτη ( μετέπειτα Cruel Anagrams) στα synths. Λίγο καιρό μετά αποχωρεί ο Περικλής, και το συγκρότημα συνεχίζει ως κουαρτέτο. Με αυτή τη σύνθεση θα ηχογραφήσει το 1ο του LP με τίτλο “Arktika”, που κυκλοφορεί ψηφιακά τον Ιούνιο του 2017, σε παραγωγή του Γιάννη Βούλγαρη (Bazooka).
ARKTIKA
As they crush, on
the white sand
Pieces of their
lives, exploding in their hands
The affordable
space, smashing the waves
Sinking with a
smile
The broken anchors
cry
As they faint, the
captain blinks his eyes
He says “the cold
waters, is the truth against the lies”
As they crush, on
the white sand
Pieces of there
lives, exploding in there hands
The affordable
space, smashing the waves
Sinking with a
smile
The broken anchors
cry
CORK
In these chains of cork I crawl
With bloody handfuls of absence
Cancellations and guilt
Poison and cigarettes
Are coming to nonsense
I won’t sell my pelt
It will burn my chest and the prediction of things
Will bring the injustice
In these chains of cork I crawl
With bloody handfuls of absence …
In these chains of cork I crawl
With bloody handfuls of absence
Cancellations and guilt
Poison and cigarettes
Are coming to nonsense
WE OWN THE VOICE
We own the voice of the new cities
Choose to keep up with choices apart
On the last frontiers the measurements flavor
Is above the chemical rain so far
We own the voice of the new cities
Dressed in black with, cocktail bombs in our hands
We own the voice of the new cities
Dressed in black with cocktail bombs in our hands
On the last frontiers , the
measurements flavor
Is above the chemical …
Is above the chemical
rain so far
We own the voice of the new cities
We own the voice of the new cities
We own the voice of the new cities
We own the voice of the new cities
We own the voice of the new cities
Dressed in black with cocktail bombs in our hands
On the last frontiers , the
measurements flavor
Is above the chemical …
Is above the chemical
rain so far….
WE PEOPLE WHO ARE WASTING TIME ON
TRYIN
You asked me once, what’s my favorite song
My answer was “we people who are darker than blue”
You said, “oh boy why are you so sad? ”
”This misery won’t get you anywhere,
you should know that …”
You took me a picture standing moody and drunk
in the streets of Berlin I always felt naked in front of your eyes
So much for my pride
To run and to hide
There goes my insanity again
So much for my pride
To run and to hide
We people who are wasting time on trying
You asked me once, what do I like to eat
Mexican, Indian, or maybe… prefer something Greek
I looked your face and I smiled ready to speak
I said “my favorite food of all would be your flesh and your skin...”
So much for my pride
To run and to hide
There goes my insanity again
So much for my pride
To run and to hide we people who
are wasting time on trying. ..
So much for my pride
To run and to hide
There goes my insanity again
So much for my pride
To run and to hide
we people who are wasting time on
trying. ..
on trying. …
VALLEYS
I turn my face to a stranger
And my chest is getting burned
While the sun is getting darker and
He is looking
For revenge
I wanna run in empty roads
Chase the past, reach the pain
The conclusions that I ve reached
Made me a creature foul of shame
As the monsters, growing faster
While the kids, remain silent
And the subs , are melting down like icebergs of despair
Each house, has a torture , every future looses ground
Untill there s nothing left to walk on , at the end .
SUCK MY DICK TATORSHIP
Every little inch of manipulation
Led us to this fucking situation
with the most disgusting minds reincarnations
Deep penetrated our minds through
television
As the mistress threats for the big depression
And we re waiting for the next injection for no reason
Suck my Dicktatorship
Suck my Dicktatorship
Suck my Dicktatorship
Suck my Dicktatorship
Now the pigs are the fascists and the fascists are the pigs
In the panels of corruption there’s a racist to believe
The blood of immigrants is flowing on the concrete everyday
Smash the nazis on the streets
Don’t put up with this disgrace
Suck my Dicktatorship
Suck my Dicktatorship
Suck my Dicktatorship
Suck my Dicktatorship
Now the pigs are the fascists and the fascists are the pigs
In the panels of corruption there’s racist to believe
The blood of immigrants is flowing on the concrete everyday
Smash the nazis on the streets
Don’t put up with this disgrace
HELLO
When we meet accidentally
Come say, hello
I ll be sitting by your pavement pole
Hello , hello
Straight up your skirt put some make up on
Hello
Hello
Make sure to keep your face maintainable
Hello, hello
Teach your self on taking sexy pose
Hello hello
Cover up the smell of alcohol you know, you know…
POUR ME SOME MORE
Pour me some more
Oh please you don’t have to know
Just pour me some more
And we ll go surfing, against the walls
I heard today the biggest wave is coming from the north
Oh Pour me some more, oh please you don’t have to know…
Just Pour me some more, and the sea will take us to the shore…
Oh Pour me some more, and the sea will take us to the shore…
Just Pour me some more, oh please,
you don’t have to know…
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