JFK—LHR

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released December 10, 2014

Written and performed by Bart, Ben, Dillon and Tyson.

Recorded by Tyson and Ben.

Mixed & Mastered by Tyson.

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East Oslo Death Choir Oslo, Norway

East Oslo Death Choir is a DIY music label based in Downtown Hades.

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Track Name: The Narrows
THE NARROWS

5 hours, 9 hours—the square that sucks
The shape that drains all energy and capacity
Idiot box we feed into
All the colours of a retro 8-bit

More than you imagined
More than you ever dreamed

Where is straight?
How about the narrow?
Rescue me from these vintage megaplexes

Wipe away the pain, 1 line at a time
Masters/gamble on the genius of geometry

They play within frames 3 steps ahead
14 hours at a time, then never again
Hold...
Hold...
Hold...
Release and burn!

Rejoice in the towers that fall
Watch them burn to nothing
Win? Only loss will prove true gain
And we will wait until the stars align and plan unfolds

The hold, the straight, the narrow
The win
For 65(000) is 100 lines
Track Name: Madman Diaries
MADMAN DIARIES

Read of you in the madman diaries
Heard of your hunger in the end
Tomorrow bankrupt
Yesterday's friend

Greeds not isolated

You get what you give, Ill gift to you what you deserve
Agony bequeathed to those that you serve
The golden beasts have lost their way

We used to envy you
Our fatal envy tore us apart
What did you expect?
The high status fell to lunar park

The golden beasts have lost their way...
Track Name: Anchored to a Black Cloud
ANCHORED TO A BLACK CLOUD

Blood stains paint the pages, my nose drips, cracked lips
Coffee stains keeping these wet eyes open
Shame will keep you awake

A vice that remains unresolved
The feeling that you're slowly fucking dying
Every night I wake up dreaming
Only to find I am not breathing

The mistakes of my past, paths that leave me seething
The lungs unfilled that keep on screaming
I'll never see a sunrise beyond those clouds

Lie in the dusk aftermath
Staring down a ghost road
Looking through a window
Only seeing your own reflection
And never taking the first step
Smoke billows up
Covering the daylight with night

Create the ashen sunset

The infamous forest covered by the mourning sky
And we're anchored to the black cloud

Beyond the hills the mourning ocean

Anchored to a black cloud
Track Name: Nowhere to Nothing
NOWHERE TO NOTHING

This is the new beginning
An opening and a fresh start
The "i" generation has spoken
And requires disposable art
But as the creators and forgers
It's time to make our mark
This is our new beginning
You will not throw away our art

Because we follow the passion inside
Even if it leads nowhere to nothing
We will acknowledge the pain that drives
And leads us nowhere to nothing

For what you hear is our heart and soul!

Years of experience
Crammed into a 3 minute window
With no pretence for change
No hope for fame
Only a modest desire for a digital eternity...

Possession, but the perfect term, for they own us

Nowhere to hide
Nothing to hide from

Because we follow the passion inside
Even if it leads nowhere to nothing
We will acknowledge the pain that drives
And leads us nowhere to nothing
Track Name: The Whore and The God
THE WHORE AND THE GOD

This cultural cesspool we call society is beginning to rot
And you the fucker renting the ground floor
The remnants of civilization demand a higher motivation

Bleed for the banks
Or collapse and crawl

So we plan to worship the only whore that ever paid us any mind
And call that whore a god and call that love faith
Follow and fall the hand of man and preach prejudice through violence

Kill me now
I'm telling god everything
Track Name: First to Burn
FIRST TO BURN

Long and drawn out
Our artificial goodbye
This nostalgic feeling of emptiness
That plagues my soul
Drapes of colour interplay
The romance with the muse

I'll watch and wait for the subjects speech
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn
Her silent epiphany
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn

Sealed In oil
With eyes that no longer exist
And a scattered past of poverty and sickness
That will never make her kneel

Nothing can inhibit /the brush stokes
Of nails hammered by the son

Posing in modest glory
Her heart forever sealed
With a starry reflection you leave
The gallery so eloquently created

I'll watch and wait for the subjects speech
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn
Her silent epiphany
Never
Does she dance I hope she is not the first to burn.
Track Name: Palm Burner
PALM BURNER

When does the quest for fame become as important as jerking and Choking or ODing in a hotel room

We worship the ground the scum grace
And beg and pray for their empty lives to be ours

Scraping together 18 bucks to piss down the box office as their egos throb in their thrones

We worship the ground the scum grace
And beg and pray for their empty lives to be ours

Feed and idolize the already dead souls of wasted artists

Don't be misled to believe that art can only come from suffering.
Just know that art doesn't flaunt /boredom in the face of the masses in the form of a burning Maserati

We worship the ground the scum grace
And beg and pray for their empty lives to be over
Track Name: Patriots
PATRIOTS

Your flag
Is a noose to be hanged by
Sealed and tied
With the dream inside

Proud to be part of this decrepit hole
Crawl from the sewer to the throne

Since when did this become a "passionate" endeavor
To uphold and idolize the most righteous of scum
Nation led by one?
Illusion democratic

Blind choice turned against us
Elected to lead but never to rule
The most pure representation
Of ignorance

There is no greater poet than a politician
No greater artist of deception
Burning their master stroke onto our canvas
The traitors, liars, and patriots

You're all the same—you are
You are insane—you are
We are to blame—we are
We're all the same—we are

Traitors—Burning their master stroke onto our canvas
Liars—Burning their master stroke onto our canvas
Patriots—Burning their master stroke onto our canvas

You're all the same—you are
You are insane—you are
We are to blame—we are
We're all the same—we are