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Hamlet Machines is Brentford K.sound (music and instruments) and me (Lyrics and vocals). I posted this and the 11 other songs from the "Gnostic disco" 'album' a few weeks ago, but they were uploaded in a bulk, which wasn't a good idea. I'll upload them again at more user-friendly rate, once they have been remixed in GB3.
Careful, this is mixed loud(I guess).
Careful, this is mixed loud(I guess).
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Lyrics
This voice was uttered within me
« I am the lord Almighty
A munition of rocks in thee
The axe at the root of the tree »
Oh Sir deliver your riches
To cripples to whores and wretches
Or the rust of your silver
Shall eat your flesh a sfire
I overturn
overturn
overturn…
Deale thy bread to the hungry
And let the gaolbirds go free
Give over thy midnight mischief
Sinne & transgression is finisht
Kissing,drinking and whoring
These base things as on a wing
They carried me up to glory
To love and unspotted beauty
I overturn
overturn
overturn…
« I am the lord Almighty
A munition of rocks in thee
The axe at the root of the tree »
Oh Sir deliver your riches
To cripples to whores and wretches
Or the rust of your silver
Shall eat your flesh a sfire
I overturn
overturn
overturn…
Deale thy bread to the hungry
And let the gaolbirds go free
Give over thy midnight mischief
Sinne & transgression is finisht
Kissing,drinking and whoring
These base things as on a wing
They carried me up to glory
To love and unspotted beauty
I overturn
overturn
overturn…











five_extra_arms
Hey CJ,
I've noticed that this song and your Jesus song go without comment. Because of your poetry, I'm not sure what the true meaning of these lyrics are. I recognize the pieces of scripture here, but I'm not sure whether or not it's intended to be wicked, blasphemous or just artistic and mysterious. I struggle to understand the context. I did learn that 'gaolbirds' translated to 'jailbirds' when I typed it into my dictionary.
Musically, parts of this remind me of the very old Cure when they were exciting, dark and sad. This is a frightening song without the Olde English lyrics. That crazy "Cher" vocal effect (bad description) is about the only element of the vocals that I'm not nuts about. It scares me quite honestly.
"Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them: how much more are ye better than the fowls?"