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Blank Solstice

by APPOLLONIA

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Poesy Rider Un album plus varié et plus abouti que le précédent. Appollonia prend ses aises et enrichit son style sans rien changer !? étonnant non ? Favorite track: Thirty cents Judas.
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Nathan Hayt Check these guys out...cuz they're really good. A good mix of heavy and light. Probably falls into one of the"post" genres. A strong album that definitely deserves a listen. Favorite track: Gospel of the dead earth.
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1.
"To nameless sons" Gather the nameless, sons of time, Dress up for success, it's a funeral, Congrats to all, you made it real, The north of the compass, just lost south. Here we are, stuck between, A race for triumph, and a will to live, High expectations, never matched our plans, Just modest dreams, of beauty and peace. The lives you take, they die in your arms, The plastic taste, of love in your mouth. Speaking from the mouth of a cut out tongue, A dead language fills the room, It cries out loud: "Love me, for I am the one to cover you with Hatred, in the pale rise of the morning sun and Silence, to be broken with words you'll choke upon when you Awake, so bitter to part with the ghosts of ours." So love me... and hate me... in silence... you'll awake... so bitter, so bitter...
2.
"Gospel of the dead earth" Get your black dress on and comb your hair, Time has come for a hammer swing, Mistress, we knew... In her darkest hour you'll repent to her, And call her "Mother". The agony you fed her will fill your lungs up, Godspeed now lover... Let's pray for tidal waves to come to shores, For songs of seas to flood our lives, Rapists, we are. In her darkest hour you'll repent to her, And call her "Mother". The agony you fed her will fill your lungs up, Godspeed now lover... Repent on your knees, We had it coming...
3.
Iota 06:09
"Iota" We silenced the living to rule their lives Under laws of the cynics, the spirits died I still hear the same rhymes coming from the pro-life An equation of hatred labeled diseased the gay Heart says "it's a sad world" I say "what a sad breed" Oh my, it's a free world Compassion, acceptance, consideration Lying on the floor Constantly being pissed on
4.
"My closest foe" Shut the lights, toss them out, please, let them die with the rain Blacken the streets where we'd meet and fill hearts with hope's disease Because I find your faces there and they remind me Of what we'll never be I fear the road I'm walking is not my own This path paved with doubts and bitter thoughts The one I thought I'd never know Has now become my closest foe So much more was craved for when we thought we bought ecstasy Now gone with the wind, fill your cup, dine and toast on cheap copies And still I find your faces there and they remind me Of what we'll never be I fear the road I'm walking is not my own This path paved with doubts and bitter thoughts The one I thought I'd never know Has now become my closest foe
5.
Acrobat 05:50
"Acrobat" Time, how much have I wasted I heard this line before When William said "carpe diem, Don't lose sight of today" We dance on this horizon, like the moon was our sun A filthy acrobat, hung from his sky The season of loss is on now, blooming tonight With those at your front door, licking their claws The question is, can I offer more Than what I have in store? The silence, the sickness The echoes of progress The humble, the modest The blood in my veins I'm running out of ways of calling your name Of washing my breath from the weight of their reign And I just wonder about the future When death comes knocking on the wood of our doors There'll be a million things our hands never held There'll be a hundred million things our eyes never saw And as many others that we wish we had done There'll be a choir of angels here to sing our regrets How lovely would it be if there mouths were close kept By trading our heartaches for the satisfaction Of finding peace headed in our direction So we don't want no bright lights just a place to come home Like an ocean to a sailor, just two eyes to call home And I need you to tell me that things will be alright That's it's fine to live small, that's it's fine to want that That the smile in our hearts is all that matters That the beauty is not in all that glitters And I'm sorry for all I never will do I hope it's okay, I don't want to miss you.
6.
"Thirty cents Judas" You see I kind of always wondered How it is that you pray to the ones who died before us And how it is that you recognize A sinner from a saint There was a time where I would get the picture But somehow now, it's over So burn the bridges to long robes They are the ones to lead you down When the choir cries for love Take your hatred out on me I'll be your Judas for thirty cents I'll be your Judas, yeah I'll be yours
7.
"Chalk outlines" I said I'll meet you there, on the other side of town Yeah I'll meet you there, it's as far as I can walk A little late on time, as I always am A little desperate to, just to be like you But these lines they show you exactly how it ends In chalk outlines, broken glass and blame So yeah I found you there, on the other side of town Where tire tracks had drawn a path to mourning clothes It took me back to class, where we sang songs of life To find a better way to break the walls we said But these lines they show you exactly how it ends In chalk outlines, broken glass and blame Just chalk outlines...
8.
"A landscape of its own" Promise of glory, misguided ideals Throw in the stranger, the threat to your labor Years of oppression breed seclusion Decades of hatred sewn in the seeds of a scam liberation Reach for your flags Reach for your martyrs Your life weighs nothing here Reach for your flags, reach for your martyrs Both will be used to justify yours The sky shows a landscape of its own Under showers of lights and explosions sighs Sad painters of misery lines They turn to her and say "you shall fear the coming day" But this is the place her children played And this is the place they called home Before western feet in all their certainty Walked on eastern land Before both sides reached for their flags The flags of fear they wave high Sad painters of misery lines preach And men turned meat sing... "As the sky shows a landscape of its own, we'll touch the skyline Under showers of lights and explosions sighs, we'll touch the skyline Our preachers call, a warning shot, but we'll touch the skyline" The fathers and sons of rival nations digging graves for masked men ambitions They die for them

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Recorded, Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Franck HUESO at Studio 4 and Mix'em All Studio (August 2009).

All songs & lyrics written by Vincent MERY.

Vincent MERY / Guitars & Vocals
Olivier GRIVEL / Bass & Vocals
Christophe RICHON / Drums

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released November 1, 2009

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