Split 12" w/ Monday Suicide

by Landverraad

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released May 24, 2014




Landverraad Netherlands

Some angry persons making fast music, ride bikes, drive vans & burn flags!

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Track Name: Polite lunch conversation at the office
I’m not a racist, but….
Oh yes!! I can’t wait for what is coming now.
Please, please: surprise me!
Which of the predictable platitudes will follow next?
Something with crime statistics I bet - your false confirmation of ‘proof’.
The propaganda of senseless figures
Leaving out history, class, economic injustice, state racism and the structural violence embedded in society.

I’m not a racist but…

And yes - please, pléase add to that,
that one of your best friends is black
and how you just love exotic cuisine and kebab.

Go on, tell me, tell me.

And at another day, there is another chance
And here we go again:
‘I have nothing against women but you have to admit some girls ask for it.’
Yes! Go on! Say it! Say it!
Say how it is all theír fault,
how it is theír clothes, how they were at the wrong time in the wrong place. Asking -of course - they are simply ásking to get harassed!

Go on, push me, push me over the edge
and with every word from you
there is less reason for me to hold back,
less reason to remain my sanity.
I’m almost there.
Every word is one step closer
to me losing it completely and legitimately

And if you are lucky,
the next thing you know
is you on the floor in cigarette buds
holding your crushed balls.
Track Name: Korova
Дряхлая, выпали зубы,
Свиток годов на рогах.
Бил ее выгонщик грубый
На перегонных полях.

Сердце неласково к шуму,
Мыши скребут в уголке.
Думает грустную луму
О белоногом телке.

Не дали матери сына,
Первая радость не прок.
И на колу под осиной
Шкуру трепал ветерок.

Скоро на гречневом свее,
С той же сыновней судьбой,
Свяжут ей петлю на шее
И поведут на убой.

Жалобно, грустно и тоще
В землю вопьются рога...
Снится ей белая роща
И травяные луга.


Infirm, fallen out teeth,
An aging scroll on her horns.
The rude farmer would hit her
On the pasting fields.

Heart is unkind to the noise,
The mice are screeching in the corner.
Conducting sad thoughts
About a white-legged calf.

Son take away from the mother,
First ever joy to waste.
And his fur will be trembling
On a pole under a beech tree.

Soon on the buckwheat plantation,
Destined just like her son,
A noose will be put round her neck
To lead her to slaughter.

Pitiful, bitter and meager
The horns bite into the dust...
She’s dreaming of a white grove
And grassy fields.
Track Name: The mirror is broken
The mirror is broken
The damage is done
As the blood drips
It streams out my self-conscience

Today I avoid my reflection
It’ll make it worse,
I’m so discontent and I am disgusted
With myself, with myself.

Does everyone have this?
Will this ever pass?
Are all the insecurities
Gonna haunt me ‘til my last breath?

What/who did this?
Are we all to blame?
For creating this monster
That swallows you whole and spits out the bones
If you don’t fit the standard?

Stop feeding it.
Stop stereotyping.

I’m not that poster
You’re not that commercial
And yet we all buy it
Track Name: Amputy
Beyond interpretation
Unable to designate
The moment you made my confusion
Turn into self-hate.

You used me to get off
And when my lips move to spell rape
I disconnect from my body,
All of my insides ache.

Put me into my place
Told me what I deserve
Showed me how I should be treated,
Called me a pervert.

I bought it all, I submit.
You were violent and cold.
All the pain you inflicted,
Yet I took it all.

That moment I thought I would die
No, I was already dead
You killed something inside me
I never knew I had.

How can I regain my confidence
When you mixed it with dirt?
And what about this numbness?
It becomes so overt.

When you held me submitted
When it made you so horny
What went through your mind
What was in your heart?
Do you have a heart?
Or are you an amputy?
Just like you made me
Track Name: After the Smoke Clears
No nations
Under no gods
Burning flags
Uniting states
Of existence
Without authority
And without class

When you close your eyes
Can you see with mine?
Can you adjust your vision,
Can you change your mind?

No nations
Under no gods
Burning flags
Uniting states
Of existence
Without authority
And without class

After the smoke clears
Will you want to build?
And will you want to listen
To solve the mess that we are in?
Track Name: New resolutions
Never again
I say to myself
Not letting my conscience
Get in the way

Can we change the world
Without changing our tactics?

Completely destroyed
So humiliated
They took our anger
And it turned to depression

A fight never fought
Put into iron brackets
Our flags in the air
Filled with rubber and pepper

Never again
I say to myself
New resolutions
To abandon this mess

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