I’ve uploaded a new eventually ready Fließgewässer song. But generally I’m not sure if this release is ready. I have no idea about the titles and cover yet neither.
It is basically recordings with guitar, organ, harmonica and voices.
Involved in “?Es ist höchste Zeit¿”: Orestis – text and voice on “Δίψα για αίμα = Greed”. Silvia – voice on “Realisation”. Heinzel – guitar, organ, harmonica, remaining voices and field recordings.
In spring we will co-release the Lytic debut 12″. Lytic is a new band founded in November 2015 by Jamie and Frankie in NYC. They have been playing in bands like Daesu, Off Minor and Saetia. The songs on this 12″ have been recorded by Steve Roche on October 22nd and 23rd at Permanent Hearing Damage, Philadelphia along with additional songs for two Splits.
Here you can listen to the pre-mastered versions of Bleak, The Last Northcore Kid and Screens:
After having been friends with Andrea for many years, when he was still playing in the hardcore band Minus Tree and having released the debut Split of Pastel and Merridew with our old label Shivery Productions it was a pleasure to release “L’Acchiappanuvole” a really interesting postpunk/emo/hardcore 12″ record. Since it’s quite short for an LP, the b-side contains the same record as an instrumental version.
Il Lancio Kàrmàn Memorie solcano tempi già dettati Consapevolezza è illusione Riconoscere dolore, quando altrui non è Quanto ideale l’essere, possa essere umano? Sole converge traiettorie, in epoche lontane divergenti Epiteto lineare lasciato a galleggiare In cieli stranieri vissuti controvento.
Il Pendolo, L’Orologiaio Inesauribile il fiume dell’invisibile sentirsi Universale il peso Inchiodato ed in espansione “Orizzonte che non volga mai al domani” …Osservo… Il buio far fiorire rocce dimenticate dalla polvere In agitate burrasche d’aurora boreale Particolari nascosti Ho ancora fiato per urlare “Orizzonte che non volga mai al domani”
La Scatola, Il Crocevia Orme ricolme da tempo di pioggia attendere invano una luce Orme da tempo ricolme di pioggia Luci stanche di illuminare Divenire, eventuale Non necessario comprendere Il cosmico, diviene umano Quando è l’interno a tremare Divenire, eventuale Fin quando è concesso resistere.
Interlude I – instrumental –
I Love You, Tempesta Incidere sull’acqua il proprio nome per non dimenticare Illumina gabbie Cannibalismo e rinascite In interrotto dissolvere Minuscoli frammenti In tempesta di luce Deserti in espansione Inondano lande ormai desolate.
L’Alchimista Triangolo non chiuso Tendente infinito Terra Vento Brandelli Corpo Trappole sommerse Scenari rassegnati Tasselli nel silenzio In eco lo sciamare Di pianeti ormai lontani Disordinato mosaico Madre, non è ancora guerra Antico tramonto in gocce stilla voragini Dove trovarci senza tempo A collidere elementi Ho sognato d’esser a casa
Interlude II – instrumental –
La Macchina Cantastorie – instrumental –
Il Ciclo Okta Sacrificio cercare Diamanti nel fango Respira carbone Memoria Futura Futura nel pianto, Aria, Terra, Fuoco Lento affondare Terra rilascia paure, Paure segnate da linee.
L’Acchiappanuvole Mani sfidano il Grande Sole Diviene, soltanto un timido tepore Modalità di esclusione: -“Ascrivere per terrore” Eco di invisibili traiettorie Solcano l’Infinito Guardo ombre, dissolversi nel tempo Improvviso bagliore Leggere dissonanze Ho modellato distanze Argilla della separazione Improvviso bagliore Incolume, per semplice difesa Pagine bianche: -”non per questo vuote”.
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L’Acchiappanuvole 12″ LP was released on July 1st 2015 by Pure heart records, Dèsertion records, Dingleberry records, LTD records, Suspended soul tapes & records, Hanged man records, Ronald records, Monte calvario, Glass of split, Nostalgia records, Voice of the unheard, Koepfen, Monday morning records, Don’t live like me records, Fight or fight!, Upwind, Sciroppo dischi, Bookhouse records and Krimskramz.
I’ve brought some records from trades with Dingleberry Records, Adagio830, React with Protest and more. Besides that I’ve permanently lowered the prices of older records. Everything is up on the store.
After always having liked all Godzilla was a Friend of mine concerts in the Würzburg area I went to I remember great afternoons/evenings in Spring 2015 Matthias [vocals in gwafom] and I were spending together in order to plan this release. Mostly you would plan and arrange releases communicating via mail, even if the people you’re collaborating with are in the same city you are nowadays, so this was a really nice change .
Godzilla was a friend of mine are Mathias (vocals), Simon (guitar), Sven (guitar), Florian (bass) and Manuel (drums). Postrock, postpunk something band from Würzburg, Germany.
Faithful Patrones From the bronze tinted glass the doors that separate us – the patio the view has an antique quality the picture that`s displayed through the doors – a memory has the quality of an old wrinkled photograph – an old wrinkled photograph still reflective but depressed while the blurred imagine is turned counter-clockwise A slight click and the sound of wheels gliding across well-greased tracks Traveler take a rest not like thunder more like storm liquid steal on your tongue on your tongue when you caught fire that night different dreams and different types clean your thoughts for the first time Still reflective but depressed while the burled imagine is turned counter-clockwise A slight click and the sound of wheels gliding across well-greased tracks across the landscapes of memories and the fingerprints of a young hand now visible – now visible in the warm light I breath in and I breath out the first time for – no second found It feels so cold to be that way we just exist we just exist Stepping back and allow to resemble the inner conflict it looks like that you would find a resting at the base of this cold ground left there dirty left there by faithful patrons the images are slightly visible I breath in and I breath out the first time for – no second found It feels so cold to be that way we just exist we just exist Possession becomes passion and we just fall apart passion becomes obsession and we go back to the start
Pelican Coloured guidelines on your road and in your head that lead you to the secret repeat your words just one more time I will listen – just one more time an old man on a swing the world in between a dead end road the major theme of your life is just a portrait of the past Oh strange lights that shine from out the barn where and when have we found the consistence? hits and hearts were broken and fixed by songs and the hymns – the hymns of our times Attempt attempt – small example and prettiness – oh my – prettiness passed by Promises are even though just words at all – we heard – plenty of We`ll see where it will end get shipwrecked Odyssey a tangle of a hundred rumours of once was Oh strange lights that shine from out the barn where and when have we found the consistence? hits and hearts were broken and fixed by songs and the hymns – the hymns of our times rather life or rather die? the concerns lived while the consciousness died
Noise He reached no arm no rope to hold a deep breath it sounds so cold The water crystal so crystal clear The boat on surface stood quiet and still there was no breeze no waste of time A few seconds and gone his life No mercy Ode to the beauteousness of the sea the billow and softness your sweat kisses that leave a salty taste Have a heart! Have a heart! He reached the rope no use to hold a strong hitch and flesh did rip The water crystal so crystal clear And dark it turned the depth came cold a flickering like lightning bolt And all that filled and filled his lungs and strings that pulled him down the black cold ground a ceiling dead and faint and faint the eye turned red creatures of the deep sea ground his body was a feast to them his body lost in deep black holes Ode to the beauteousness of the sea the billow and softness your sweat kisses that leave a salty taste Ode to the relentlessness of the sea the rogue wave and the energy your unsustainable hunger your maw that swallows everyone and everything anyone and everything
Golden Puma Hold your hands on the cart pick up pick up and hide your muscles start to strain no rest no rest broken glass straying cats the radio – radio transistor box on and off your fashion shoes the latest hits let`s dance Eyes of the hawk ears of the wolf strength of the bear he will come to get you Time is running got new trainers running – running – fast tight on heels fit so good start duration run forever needs no silver want’s some gold hunts for it Kills for it the golden puma follows the trail Eyes of the hawk ears of the wolf strength of the bear he will come to get you Watch out watch out too fast too fast the friction of the strangers in your eyes Electricity in the air it’s the blasting blocks the freckles and spots across your field of view Eyes of the hawk ears of the wolf strength of the bear – he will come to get you
Paper cuts skin I killed my time with you just no need to feel real we’re moving quickly to the rim falling deep and deep we’d fallen the first time the first love Oh kissing loving shaking kissing Oh kissing loving shaking kissing You sang the body electric brought the pulse that was not found lost within the needles beats of engine pumps I keep turning you keep turning but each within different ways no longer we can kill the time with needles chasing, charmed and smile this time I may nor miss neither deny but routine is a steady thing that keeps crawl and crawling in No fast beats no bliss no fever to break out your love is running out it’s running out of sound and I’m looking for a flight to a land so deep inside where the mountains and the sea built a fortress where to hide We cannot proceed when we always live in the past your mother told you so and you did listen living in a hurry is not first class when all you know sounds like a cracking crystal bowl Oh kissing loving shaking kissing Oh kissing loving shaking kissing You sang the body electric brought the pulse that was not found lost within the needles beats of engine pumps It’s becoming daily business no harm no stress just like friends sleeping side by side no big struggle no big fight we’re breaking up just like childhood friends next door When I look at you it’s like a drawing sketch of a ghost you turned to be a ghost No fast beats no bliss no fever to break out your love is running out it is running out of sound and I´m looking for a flight to a land so deep inside where the mountain and the sea built a fortress where to hide Where is you teenage love? The feeling so warm in your chest when touching her the first time All became so common and you became a ghost desperate me – desperate you So find this tags of memories and keep them deep inside so deep no one will find search the rapids and decline keep them deep inside for the good times so deep no one will find
Poe We started and we remained steady hours in your flat that saved our souls from being mute dimmed bulb at long nights to catch the atmosphere sounds and disappear but lasting friendship will remain all the stories told and all the trouble solved but there had to come one day A starry hope that did arise but to be overcast a voice from out the future cries too bright to last We just lived our life’s different places different times brothers at the heart from the start time is cracking pretty frames visions and it fades to remain like shadows a short time A starry hope that did arise but to be overcast my spirit hovering lies motionless aghast Such language holds the solemn sea to the sands upon the shore shall bloom the thunder blasted tree or the stricken eagle soar? And all my days are trances and all my nightly dreams are where the gray eyed glances and where the footstep gleams
Plastic Diamond It’s a pigeon quest to search the plastic ring while traffic lights they turn red and everything that’s around goes slow – goes slow City structure – paper maps pay attention where’s no need to Cool soft drinks and candy pops wending machines and children dreams a blooming haze a crystal sting so sweat so sweat Destination is no longer worth a question destination Oh lines and chords and strings in choirs they together sing Oh lines and chords and strings and lines and chords and in choirs they together sing in choirs they together sing Plastic diamonds they don’t shine forever wooden ships they won’t swim forever there’s only few that lasts that lasts a lifetime plastic diamonds they don’t shine forever
Waves Inside Oh it’s when we dive into the ocean with the waves inside our hearts to shake and the slight rain with the films and the sounds in the pillow filled rooms rhythm and control deep and full of joy nevertheless there is a fraud that caught – appeared from now and then How far? An end? Dare a leap – of faith never easy never good pessimistic I I dare and you obey a magician in your eye. Often caught within a thought and a steady weakness calls yourself to overdo it on and on A meaning is a sense for some but reasons can be hard to find If necessary? Oh for sure to life within the patterns. How far? An end? Dare a leap – of faith – have faith! never easy never good pessimistic I I dare and you obey a magician in your eye. never easy never good pessimistic I I become a retrospective – looking glass of time
Dagger They send their ships from far away sails strongly blown by future storms started with the tempest feelings woken from the sirens dreams a draft mature coast versus coast the emperor seeks for revenge struck by a silver string the wave culture emerged I serve you dear oh emperor desire you my dear your like a dagger in my chest temper temper I’m like a dagger in your chest Oh my dearest enemy fair enough you played your game each time we met on battlefields both grown old and full of greed the numbness bred by both of us and wasteland grew upon our leadership and all the sins that we caused, while hunting for more did not come to an end we once were friends of a noble mind but the world forced us not to grin – to grin and not to smile How can you even it out…with the dead eyes in mind while you are drinking to the glory of the good old times When you think about the people while you cry for more – you cry for more How can you even it out with the dead eyes in mind while you are drinking to the glory of the good old times When you think about the people will you cry for more – you cry for more How can you even it out… How can you even it out… Struck by a silver string the wave culture emerged I serve you dear oh emperor desire you my dear your like a dagger in my chest temper temper I’m like a dagger in your chest
Life and function Lost in thoughts lost in time with no outcome waste away just to exist build up homes for someone’s dreams Life and function Waste away The beat of life just an event terrace houses construction sides social structures social state expectations tight defeat Life and function Built up an tear down assimilation waste away waste away what’s zeitgeist anyway? All those paper books and pages torn we’re overwhelmed landscapes may illuminate like fields of gold motion captured in between random action – random noise the lake, the sea, a field of ice the nature sounds that nice Motion captured in between random action random noise the lake the sea a field of ice mountain goats on Zion’s top
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Life and function 12″ LP was released on the 26th of June 2015 by Godzilla was a friend of mine and Krimskramz.
“OsoLuna reached out to “Shivery Productions”, my (Heinzel’s) old label with Daria & Pascal, if we would like to release their debut LP. I was directly completely into it and wanted to release it, so this was a good occasion to start Krimskramz, since the others weren’t that much into them. I also can’t wait to finally meet them in person later this year or early next year in Spain. :)” – Form und Leere Interview (18.09.2015).
OsoLuna are Elsa (bass and vocals), Emilio (guitar and vocals), Borja (guitar) y Eloy (drums). Dark, atmospheric DIY Screamo band from Torrelavega, Spain.
La belleza del vuelo Viajo en el viento enfurecido. Vuelo tan lejos como puedo. Vuelo en un paisaje sin final. El miedo amenaza con cortarnos las alas y nos susurra: no podrás. No conoces la belleza del vuelo. Extiende tus alas y salta. No hay que intentar entender la vida, hay que vivirla.
El Poder Orden sin amor es mezquino Poder sin amor es violento Donde el poder se impone falta el amor, todo es sombra, todo es frío. Cuando el amor es la norma, no hay voluntad de poder. Donde el poder se impone todo es sombra, falta el amor.
Como gotas de agua Fuerte en conjunto como ladrillos de un muro, como las celdas de un panal de miel. Como gotas de agua salada, formando un océano. Como miles de aves que bailan en sincronía perfecta, dibujando formas y movimientos imposibles. Como los ladrillos de un muro que se hace fuerte en conjunto, somos como las celdillas de un panal de miel. Como gotas de agua que forman un océano. Soy yo, somos parte de todo. Tu y yo, uno. Tu y yo, somos parte de todo. Tu y yo somos uno. Donde yo comienzo, tu terminas. Donde tu comienzas, termino yo. Somos parte de todo. Jamás se romperá Ataron un hilo rojo alrededor de nuestros tobillos, entre tu y yo, entre todas las personas que estamos destinadas a tocar suspendidas en la inmensidad del espacio. Mi tobillo está junto al tuyo, están tan cerca. Casi no se ve ese hilo. Mi corazón es el tuyo. Es el aquí y el ahora, el allí y el mañana. Y por mucho que intenten estirar este hilo entre tú y yo, te puedo asegurar que jamás se romperá.
Me estás Ilamando ….(carta desde la celda…)…. Me estás llamando, oigo tu voz, me estás llamando, estaré soñando, no es posible, estaré soñando. Con los ojos, los oídos abiertos. Oigo tu voz, me estás llamando. Oigo tu voz, me la trae el viento.
Un día… Un día seremos conscientes no existe ni hoy ni mañana Vivimos en una habitación llena de espejos. Donde todo se refleja una y otra vez. Seremos conscientes no existió el ayer. Donde todo cuenta, todo vale. Donde creer es crear y crear creer. Donde todo cuenta, todo vale. Un día seremos conscientes no existe ni hoy ni mañana. Creeremos entonces en el poder de una sincera sonrisa. Un día caeremos en la cuenta de que cada uno de nosotros somos dioses capaces de cambiarlo todo. Ese día naceremos, seremos libres, seremos uno. Naceremos, seremos libres.
Hasta que caigan Debemos arrinconar a la realidad. Los ríos salen de sus cauces, desbordan los diques, hasta que caigan los puentes y las torres. Lluvia de cenizas, transformando a sueños. Nueva realidad, realidad es sueño. Lluvia de cenizas, cubriendo la tierra.
Miradas Vida en sus sueños, brillo en sus ojos. Mira como sueña, como goza, como siente, como se ve la luz en su mirada. Vida en sus sueños, brillo en sus ojos.
