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Mortiis
« The Grudge »
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1 | Broken Skin
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| 2 | Way To Wicked
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| 3 | The Grudge
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| 4 | Decadent & Desperate
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| 5 | The Worth In Me
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| 6 | Gibber
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| 7 | Twist The Knife
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| 8 | The Longest Thing
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| 9 | Le Petit Cochon Sordide
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| 10 | Asthma |
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| 1. Broken Skin
Does it bother you, did it not obey you?
Does it anger you, did it not please you?
Does it bother you, did it not consider you?
Is it killing you, did it not care for you?
(I pray) these sores will never heal
Come touch with broken skin
I pray these wounds will never hurt |
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Я являюсь большим поклонником творчества Mortiis, и с каждым разом он не перестаёт меня удивлять.С каждым альбомом он вносит в свою музыку всё больше новых идей. Если на предыдущем альбоме "The Smell Of Rain" мы могли слышать, на мой взгляд, по большей части электронный звук, то на "The Grudge" можно услышать музыку сравнимую с "Nine Inch Nails" и "Ministry". Mortiis, как обычно, не подкачал, остался таким же атмосферным, вдумчивым и в одно и тоже время грустным и весёлым. Здесь встречаются такие песни, которые могут заставить кровь течь быстрее и такие, которые заставят пустить слезу. В особенности я выделяю песни "Way too Wicked" и "The Loneliest Thing". Этот альбом - ещё один неожиданный шаг Mortiis'а, который поднял его на новый уровень. И поэтому я, нисколько не сомневаясь, ставлю ему заслуженные десять баллов. |
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Mortiis опять на высоте! С его последнего альбома "Запах Дождя" изменилось все только в лучшую сторону... Хотя, какой-то шарм все-таки пропал.. Сейчас Mortiis представляет собой более легкого, но более красивого в музыкальном плане товарища Мэнсона... Множество электронники, тяжесть гитар, красивые тексты... Преступная любовь года... Прогрессивный индастриал с элементами эмбиента (куда-ж от корней-то уйдешь?)... Надо отдать должное, что гитары звучат очень в тему и почти, на мой взгляд, безупречно... Вокал Мортииса стал еще лучше... Там где надо, он становится чистым или грубым или вообще полушепотом... сказывается опыт... Несказанно порадовала вещь под названием The Longest Thing... Красивая и.. с минимумом гитар... Очень хочется надеяться, что Mortiis продолжит свое творчество в том-же ключе, что и этот (и предыдущий) альбом... |
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Come touch this broken skin
Did you want to pull the strings?
Become the master of all things?
And punish this, my gravest sin.
Bitter enemy of this, my broken skin.
You can never let this go.
Your superficial mind torments you so.
Bow down and admit defeat.
Old, weak and obsolete.
(I pray) these sores will never heal.
Come touch with broken skin.
I pray these wounds will never hurt.
Come touch this broken skin.
Gone too far, I've gone too far, is this me?
I am not me, am I somebody else?
I am not me, I wanna be myself.
2. Way Too Wicked
I killed my muse yesterday, or was it yesteryear?
And I built you the great machine to amplify my fear.
Would it matter to you if I say nothing as I walk away?
Did you know you're a soul predator?
So fucked by the great machine.
The perfect instigator.
Redeem, redeem, redeem!!!
I can see you down below.
I can see what you really are.
I can see the one who stole my soul.
You're nothing, just another scar.
False though I may be.
I tried so hard, so long.
Now it's time for me.
How could I be?
In this ugly light of truth.
My slumber finally came undone.
The devil is inside of you.
None of this was ever true.
(What if) I could open up to you.
Like a big black stinking hole.
With sexteen thousand screaming demons
Tearing at your soul.
(But you wouldn't care)
I want to see you knee deep in the shit you pulled me through.
I want to make believe I'm dead so you can feel it too.
My muse is a dead soul.
My muse is so cold.
My muse has a heart of stone.
My muse is dead and gone.
My muse has the voice of God.
My muse is a beautiful fraud.
False though I may be, I tried so hard and now it's time for me.
Help me up so you can bring me down, how could I be so wrong?
Help me up so you can bring me down to hell where I belong.
Your absence makes me way too wicked...
You presence makes me you way too wicked...
We're just way too damaged inside.
3. The Grudge
Trying to think of you as come kind of heroine.
Trying to think of you as somethin' that will fade with time.
Trying to think of you as some kind of distant sin.
Trying to think of you as yesterday's forgotten dream.
Things that you said, and the things that you never did.
Things that you did, and the things that you never said.
Left me empty and alone, kinda tryin' to atone.
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real.
You must be an emotional heretic.
Your word has become like shit on a stick.
No matter how hard I tried.
Someone close to me lied, now I carry the grudge.
Things that you said, and the things that you never did.
Things that you did, and the things that you never said.
Left me empty and alone, kinda tryin' to atone.
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real.
How could someone be so elusive?
How could someone be so fuckin' passive?
Even if I walk through all the circles of hell for you
You wouldn't even piss on me.
But it's too late, it's too late my dear.
Because I'm already there!
You've become an emotional heretic.
Your word was always shit on a stick.
No matter how hard I tried.
You fucking had to lie.
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!
Empty and alone, the only thing that's real!
How can someone be so elusive?
How can someone be so fuckin' passive?
Even if I walk through all the circles of hell for you.
You wouldn't even piss on me.
But it's too late, it's too late my dear.
Because I'm already there!
4. Decadent & Desperate
Beat down, fucked up.
I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup.
Now what you tell me.
I can't even get shit for free.
Hey girl, I'll have to go.
Ain't got no money so let's go slow.
In my room, this living hell.
A living hell in the shit motel.
Decadent and desperate!
Fair play, crack's your pay.
Shoot me up and make my day.
Oh yeah, way to go.
You really are a damn good ho.
Oh yeah, at the shit motel.
How I love being stuck in this cell.
Fucked up in a shit stained sty.
Everything they ever said was a big, fat lie!
Decadent and desperate!
You're such a fucking dog!
Looking for your special drug!
Decadent and desperate!
Beat down, fucked up.
I'm drinkin' blood from the devil's cup.
Now what you tell me.
I can't even get shit for free.
All right, come on.
In a year or two we'll both be gone.
Who cares how sweet?
Your pain's gonna taste when it falls to shit!
5. The Worst In Me
I could have found a way.
I would have found a way.
Did you want me to break down?
Did you want me to give in?
Found so many ways to hate myself.
Found so many ways to put them all away.
Don't care if the whole world falls apart.
Don't care if you hated me from the start...
You bring out the worst in me!
Pick and peel it off, this dried up skin.
Strip it away, this flesh and gore.
Open it up, the stink of you sin.
Was it holy as you hoped, at heart, at the core?
Did you want me to break down?
Did you want me to give in?
Found so many ways to hate myself.
Found so many ways to put them all away.
Don't care if the whole world falls apart.
Don't care if you hated me from the start...
You bring out the worst in me!
I make you stronger.
You make me weaker.
Can't take this much longer...
Since I stopped being a seeker.
Pick and peel it off, this dried up skin.
Strip it away, this flesh and gore.
Open it up, the stink of your sin.
Was it holy as you hoped, at heart, at the core?
Did you want me to break down?
Did you want me to give in?
Found so many ways to hate myself.
Found so many ways to put them all away.
Don't care if the whole world falls apart.
Don't care if you hated me from the start...
You bring out the worst in me!
I make you stronger.
You make me weaker.
Can't take this any longer.
Since I stopped being a seeker...
Rip and tear this un-bleeding dead.
Naked and cold, nothing left to steal.
Can't get it back, wish I was dead instead.
It will never close, this fucking sore will never heal!
I am a ghost, you are my host.
You will never see me again.
6. Gibber
(They) tell me I ain't real.
That I'm a fantasy.
How do you think it makes me feel.
To be the fifth wheel.
No one believes in me.
Believe in me.
It's a bitter place or just a bitter dream.
It's a stranger's face, so it's hated by man.
Or so it would seem...
So it would seem...
You can't look at what you've made.
But you know I'm part of you.
I know you wish me dead and you want me gone.
But there's nothing you can do.
I am the one you fear, the one you fear.
I am the one you fear, the one you fear.
You're blinded by your kind.
Altogether so astray.
Owner of a programmed mind.
Don't know night from day.
Night from day.
What happened to us all?
Who's got the right to say?
How we should behave.
So we can all be enslaved.
Be enslaved.
You can't look at what you've made.
But you know I'm part of you.
I know you wish me dead and you want me gone.
But there's nothing you can do.
I am the one you fear, the one you fear.
I am the one you fear, the one you fear.
7. Twist The Knife
Capture it, de-humanize it.
You nurture it, you devour it.
Promise it, you lie to it.
And you doubt in it.
See yourself in it.
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
Be loved by it, but ignoring it.
You feel the hate in it, escape from it.
Laugh at it, ridicule it.
Misunderstand, spit at it.
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
Steal away it's life, untouched my its cries.
Twist the knife.
To the very bone.
Steal away it's life.
Until it's dead and gone.
Disrespect it and deceive it.
Underestimate, be scared of it.
Kill the faith, kill the love.
And turn your back, walk away.
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
Twist the knife.
Ignore its pain.
You steal away it's life.
You cut the last remaining vein.
8. The Lonliest Things
She bought all the good Karma in the world.
And now... She throws it all away.
She stole God's light, she stole it for herself.
To make her dark night turn in to day.
She thinks she's found, found her very self.
But can she make it, can she make it stay?
She would be climbing up the mountain.
She would be searching through the desert.
But her God would not have spoken.
Nor let her pass dry through the sea.
And now she throws it away.
When God has nothing to say.
Her God, she threw him away.
He never had much to say.
9. Le Petit Cochon Sordide
I broke my back for you.
I split my blood for you.
I ruined my life for you.
And this is what it comes down to.
You're like that fairytale king.
Take it all away, don't share no thing.
God forbid you give some away.
But one of these days you're going to pay.
Is there anything you wouldn't do?
Would you sell your own mother too?
Can't you ever get enough?
You craving fuck, can you ever get enough?
The slimy, grase, piggish eyes.
Fucked by greed and dirty lies.
Is there anything stopping you?
A wall of tears, man, you'd run it through.
Fuck, dig up their graves.
Even in death you get your slaves.
Can`t you ever get enough?
You craving fuck, can`t you ever get enough?
10. Asthma
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