1. |
Ghost Fire
06:17
|
|||
|
Haven't met a soul
In a long time
Haven't seen a face at all
I talk to myself
And when we disagree
We make peace around a ghost fire
I can't recognize now
What is left of me
I'm drained
I couldn't care less
I've lost all my senses
I've lost all my nerves
I'm numb
I couldn't care less
I'm a downer...
My soul's on fire
I betrayed myself
I’ve built
Those walls around my mind
I burn my time out
In isolation
I can feel the flames are winning
But I'm not innocent
That's the fate I chose
You all make that clear when you're leaving
I’m a downer...
|
||||
2. |
Convulsions
04:33
|
|||
|
What's the point making me sick?
Is this some kind of revenge for something I did?
The rumours spread, the serpents speak
Contradictions only show I'm just a pawn to mislead
What's the use wearing this mask?
In this orgy of lies, what's left to understand?
Your legs are spread, the serpents kiss
The last convulsions only show it's gotten out of hand
In this game
Of truth and lies
Only one dies
Only pain
Will satisfy
The Lords of Disguise
What’s the point?
What’s the point making me sick?
|
||||
3. |
Afterworld
06:15
|
|||
|
Reigns silence
On this boring town
A candle's burning
At my window
Resignation
On a locked down world
I sit here
In the dim light
I stumbled
There's nothing left to save
There's nothing
There's silence
In my wrecked soul
A candle's dying
At my window
Desolation
On a fucked up world
I lie here
In the cold light
I stumbled
There's nothing left to save
There's nothing
|
||||
4. |
Shock Doctrine
03:47
|
|||
|
They sit in the war room
Watch the bomb as it blows
While we cower
In our boxes
They plot in the war room
And take the little we owned
They're spreading the fear
In our boxes
They reign from the war room
Sort out who'll live and who won't
We are cattle
In our boxes
They're taking over, it's obvious now
They're taking over, it's obvious now
They're taking over, can't you see?
They're taking over while we're in our boxes
|
||||
5. |
Everything's Gone Black
05:36
|
|||
|
The screens
Will feed
Our fears
Again
At night
They will haunt
Our dreams
Again
Since they took control
They took control
There's nothing else after tonight
I can hear locksteps in the hallway
Everything's gone black
We're snared
And there's only pain all around
Now they lead us all like a tamed flock
Everything's gone black
We're snared
And there's no more room to kiss again
Everything’s gone black
|
||||
6. |
Fishtank
08:22
|
|||
|
‘This place seems somewhat familiar’, he thought
Walking in the misty winter morning on Champagne Street
I've passed this old tall house before
Yet something was different
Was it at night?
Was it in summer?
Was it in another life?
Or maybe it's just an instant memory
She noticed that man in a long heavy coat
Walking on Champagne Street in the pale morbid light
'He looks somewhat familiar', she thought
Staring at his seemingly weary face
'Yes, I think I've seen him before', she thought again
I'd swear I've seen him before
Yet something was different
Was he younger?
Was it in summer?
Was it at night?
Was it in another life?
Or maybe it's just an instant memory
He passed her by on the narrow sidewalk
She smiled to him politely and he smiled back at her
'It looks somewhat familiar', they both silently thought
As they walked away from each other in the thick winter fog
She turned back, as if something had just happened
But she couldn't tell what it was
He stopped, looked around, noticed an old tall house
And thought : 'I think I've been here before'
Was it at night?
Was it in summer?
Was I younger?
In the distance, a dark silhouette was walking away in the void
'This looks somewhat familiar', he thought
This looks somewhat familiar
Or maybe it's just an instant memory
And they circle around
In the same space
On the same wave
We all circle around
In the same space
|
||||
7. |
No Western Skies
04:30
|
|||
|
I've dreamt of open spaces
From the moment I could dream
I've never begged for graces
To be granted what I need
I dwell beneath these grey clouds
With no western skies at all
I grew up in this city
That I know will be my grave
A taste of eternity
That I've endured as its slave
I dream of coloured countries
With those western skies above
But I dwell beneath these grey clouds
With no western skies at all
|
||||
8. |
Shining Darker
04:34
|
|||
|
It's getting closer now
The night I've feared since the day I reasoned
It's coming faster now
Always sliding downwards
It's getting clearer now
The gates are opening on a void
The whirlpool I can see
Is sucking me in
And I can't even budge an inch
I wish I escaped
It's the deal I must clinch
Silent and still
Always falling down - So low
Always falling - Only time flies - So low
It's shining darker now
The more I breathe, the more I'm fading
I'm getting colder now
Just how it should feel
But I won't even budge an inch
It's needless and vain
I'm waiting in anguish
Only sliding downwards
Now the end is getting near
|
||||
9. |
Hipparque
05:09
|
|||
|
Qu'importe ma destination, j'embarque
Qu'importe si elle me mène jusqu'au triste cirque Hipparque
Que ma solitude ne t'effraie, j'en ai fait ta plus forte alliée
Elle te préserve, sois-en sûre, de mes cauchemars de fou à lier
Les dimensions s'étirent, le temps coule à l'envers
En l'espace d'un instant j'aperçois l'autre enfer
Quelque part devant moi, partout mais invisible
Tapis dans les ténèbres, verrouillant sa cible
Traverser le désert, infini, effarant
Sous le soleil gelé d'autres mondes géants
Défaire les armées mortes d'un fou devenu roi
Défier ses yeux vitreux teintés de nul effroi
Une dernière main se tend, qui me happe et m'entraîne
Une main qui ne sert ni le Bien ni la Haine
Puis soudain tout s'arrête et les tremblements cessent
Se referment les portes de la forteresse
|
||||
10. |
Lethe
02:14
|
|||
|
[Instrumental]
|
||||
THEN CAME THE RAIN France
At the beginning, there was only sludge. Then came a cold dark rain to wash it off...
Then Came The Rain is a solo project by Nicolas Albin.
If you like THEN CAME THE RAIN, you may also like:
supported by 18 fans who also own “Ravage”
"Menschenleere", another pioneering album after decade-album "Nebenkörper". Can't stop listening to these magnetic sound sculptures!
go to album
The Boston lo-fi psych-pop artist goes full dark synth on this immersive and catchy new release.
go to album
Leucovorin Rescue b/w What Is Owed
by The True Faith
Boston goth/post-punk band True Faith offer two punchy, hooky, perfectly melodramatic cuts on this new 7-inch.
go to album
This Polish post-punk group has an icy edge and a new wave dancefloor pulse, and their big sound is enhanced by clear, powerful vocals.
go to album
