How To Talk To A Human Brick Wall

by b.lakes

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A collection of sketches that were recorded between 2013 and summer 2014.

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released September 20, 2015

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Now Defunc Records Bonn, Germany

Group of nerds who are interested in experimental hiphop, folk, noise, IDM and noisier rock music.

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b.lakes
Ludd
Tapeface

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Track Name: Time Is Up (feat. Klangschwester)
you can't blame me
for screwing up
a soliloquy
triumphant and rough

my head feels fucked
my time is up

springs a mess
and so are we
I'm still hanging loose
what a train of thought
well, what could've been?

while you got aroused
I fell in love with plastic clouds
Track Name: Crackers & Dinner
Just give us light
and crackers for dinner
Everyone is fine, everyone is a winner
Just get the poison out of your mind

Just give us light
This evening is done
Whatever I will say, it's all just wrong
Just turn around and emulate a perfect life

We do not fight
We just hold hands
You are insane, I hope you understand
but you say it's perfect, you say it's fucking nice
Track Name: Morning Sun
Melting into butter
and trees are swaying wild
I can see the ferryman
with his ship up in the sky

Beyond the morning sun
it all goes downhill

Waiting for the future
now we're both undone
everyone is waiting
for the morning sun

Beyond the morning sun
it all goes downhill

Melting into butter
the trees are swaying wild
I can see the ferryman
with his ship up in the sky

Beyond the morning sun
it all goes downhill

Waiting for the future
now we're both undone
I can see the ferryman
in the morning sun
Track Name: I Witnessed You Fall
from the distance I have witnessed you fall
no one ever talks to a wall
I'd never dance like they do in the south
there's only shit coming out of your mouth

from the distance I can tell you're a bore
what's the point in talking to a closed door?
there's nothing I could add to your words
you flap your arms around and declare you are hurt