Sadistik

[lok]

Хотелось бы представить вам, ребята, это мальчишку. В свои 22 года он любил хип-хоп, но понимал что в той форме в которой он сейчас существует он не сильно уж разнообразен и необычнен. По этому пораскинув мозгами он решает сделать что-то новое но при этом старое. В итоге мы получаем проект Садистик - грустный, эмоциональный и депресивный хип-хоп. Почти как наши кодди и джил, только без трип-хопа, чистый хип-хоп, грустный хип-хоп, проникновенный хип-хоп. Треки Ashes To Ashley и Searching For Some Beautiful просто непревзайдённы. Слушайте пацаны, слушайте;)

he groundbreaking new artist Sadistik is quickly raising eyebrows with his debut solo album “The Balancing Act.” At only 22 years old he has developed a sound that is truly unique as he seamlessly blends his signature of deeply poetic lyrics with brooding, symphonic soundscapes filled with beauteous live instrumentation. In addition to his own innovative rhyming style, Sadistik collaborated with the likes of underground hip-hop icons Mac Lethal of Rhymesayers Entertainment and Vast Aire from the highly regarded duo of Cannibal Ox. Sadistik can be found doing shows around his home state of Washington performing his shockingly energetic live shows. While he writes all of his own music, his biggest inspirations range the musical spectrum from Sage Francis all the way to Radiohead. And although traces of these influences can be found in Sadistik’s music, one thing is for certain: he has created a sound that is truly his own.

Дискография:

Sadistik - 2008 - The Balancing
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Sadistik - 2013 - Flowers For My Father
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Ссылки:

http://www.last.fm/music/Sadistik
http://www.myspace.com/sadistik1

[Mass.]

Ценил недавно по твоему совету. Отличный хап, есть правда композиции, которые не особо прохавались, но есть и настоящие шедевры. В целом достаточно положительно воспринял альбом

трек Absolution нечто

[lok]

Сообщение от Massachusets

есть правда композиции, которые не особо прохавались, но есть и настоящие шедевры.

так это как раз и круто что есть песни у которых ты знаеш название, а не как в построке, слушаеш весь альбом и он ровный. но эта ровность по своему крутая.
а ещё я думаю с садистиком как и с тусовкой пулрек получится, со временем разные треки будут нравиться больше всего.

[xOLEGx]

я его нормашльно так пвару месяцев назад заслушивал)) хотел темку замутить, но инфы не нашел по причине толи лени толи не понятно еще чего)))

[Truman]

Грустно. Душевно.

[Mutuh]

в целом очень даже неплохой альбом
чем то напомнило дэд селебрити статус

[Zimbabva]

приятный такой альбом. минуса интересные. читка неплохая.

[fenya!!]

Наконец добрался до него, хороший, грустный хип хоп. Читка хорошая, мне нравится, и минуса на высоте. Напомнил мне Gnotes!

[chaoticpulse]

Нарыл его на каком-то хх-блоге с недельку назад. Отличный вообще! С первого раза очень понравился альбом! Весьма интерестный и приятный.

[Stakan]

очень приятный на слух, понравился

[Zagi2]

прикольно, на сауд из амели слова наложил!

[Sergio]

довольно приятно парниша читает. и минуса очень душевные

[chaoticpulse]

Вот, если кому интерестно

тексты

01-"Dawn of the Dead"

This is magic, its tragic, its passion, its me
This is classic romance and its madness, its peace
This is masochists, catholics, addicts and activists
Blackness and sadness that pacifists see
This is close to me, focusing, ghosts that sing (Axioms!)
Rosary, broken wings holding me (Back-a-wards!)
Followed the path to to to find find find this
And I swallowed the wrath to un-ite my intents-tents-tents
Tensions will build, walls will collapse
Lessons instilled when I saw through the cracks
Cracked smiles repaired, we just crawl in our tracks
Cause we live just to die, we evolve to adapt
To the fast food and the tattoos
Its like I just can't see past the bad news
And I can't bruise, like a statue
But I'm fallin' apart from the shrap-nel
This is casualties, atrophy, mastering (axioms!)
Gravity, gradually, askin' me (back-a-wards!)
Progress make can you when reverse in be why?
Feel I how just thats cuz reverse in words speak I
Any and every engaging discussion
Of lovin's engraving a memory in me
Memories in me engraving the lovin'
Of every and any engaging discussion
High high high mid mid mid low low low (Next!)
Why try my wish if this goal I holds (Dead!)
Sooner or later I'll drown in regret
When I'm swimming in circles and holding my breath


02-"Playing God"

Ayo I'm starting to face that a part of me's fake
And everything that they say is just hard to relate
and then it (ends quick) and it starts to decay
Until my (friendship) is a part of the phase
And I, can't pre-tend, can't stand these trends
Can't stand weak friends that have pretense
Sad can't stand back at that deep end
And now I see that I don't need friends
And I feel like a modern day patriot
With a mind of a God and a hearth of an atheist
God's love is a conjugal visit
Cuz you just get fucked while you're locked in a prison
My passion's emphatic (its mixed with) tragic romantic (instances)
Sadness and hazards (six six six) havoc that crafted (Sadistik)
An eye for an eye and a tooth can trade
Then you turn the other cheek 'til the bruises fade
If you lose an eye, lose a tooth and lose a cheek
Then your religion is losing face
When I vacate, to a sanctity
To a safe place, that was made for me
And I placate, all my atrophy
Then I won't say faith, isn't made for me
I walk (a fragile path), of thought (and habitats)
I've lost (and can't have back) across (the aftermath)
Of befriendin' each sentence, endin'
Retention defense and tension
Repentance needs ventin' when in
Dependent deep ended friendship
Followed first on a path of hollow verse
Solemn words that were both spoke but not emerged
Gotta learn that I gotta get through autumn first
Follow dirt that is gonna let the God occur
Read your bible (script the verses)
Stand for nothing (but sit at service)
Find the meaning (but miss the purpose)
Read in depth (but you get the surface)
Some say, Ill have to be synthetic, to get my quotes red (read) like your Jesus said it
Some day, Ill form opinion, either stand up to God or fall for religion
The road you cross, isn't quite a crossroad
Your bible's lines signify a barcode
And I'll go, put a rhyme to reason
Cuz Nietzche said "god is dead" and I believe him!


03-"Ashes to Ashley"

[Mac Lethal]
For every hole I've punched in the wall
Every piece of paper crumbled as we've suffer in the bloodiest fall
For every pulsating ego blistered into moon ripe nosebleeds
I nurse these festering wounds and drop no seeds
but grow an orchid garden
Now the pains on your portrait hardens with a face that resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
Like I'll stop
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
Cause I'll pray till I heard footsteps on the roof
I swear to god I don't believe in angels
Ask me, atheist, ashly
Where's the wings in this relationship
Passions has passed me, cast another spell
Mortified, melancholy, Madness to Michelle
Suicide Sarah, illiterate your fate, worship the absence, and demonstrate my faith
(Face in the mirror on my bathroom door
I saw her dance in rain in the summer downpour)
I saw her dance till the rain put the fire out
Burned at the steak, Joan of Arc little anxious saint
I illustrate the gates of hell into my notebook her flesh burns up in the furnace
Ashes to Ashley
Urns to something earnest
I slit my wrist and curse with an ink pen
Write a revelation, burn a stack of bibles
question my faith, get my churlish ass to smile
Find another suttel piece of confidence to muster
Her ministry echoes in this monolithic structure
Cremate the dieing Christmas trees
The winter is full of bitter, ashy, black blizzards
And when the superstition delivered
And it came down the chimney they found her in the fire place with me
Ashes to Ashley

The fire's only half dead, how many angels can you fit on a match head
Count them
Try start a fire
Do it
Turn the volume down or write a song to her movement (x4)

[Sadistik]
We walked a broken path while the sun was bleak
And we were holding hands on these rusted swings
That I called "us" and my love would sink
underseas that we would drown underneath
When you would swim deep to catch my lip's speech
To try to catch drifts to catch what it means
And you found what would grow between us
So I thought about you while I wrote The Phoenix
And now my spine shivers from the notes that you speak
of perfect pitched melodies and emotions you seek
That I'm composing in dreams, so you see that I love you
And I'll hold your broken dreams till I'm bleeding in puddles
She breaks bones, engraves poems in gravestones (Text!)
Paints quotes of pathos when pain grows (Next!)
Rain flows became hopes of rainbows (When!)
Angels with halos and saints spoke (Blessed!)
Death to this world now we've given enough
I wanna hide you from the company that misery loves
And so I draw blood with few strokes and our love it drew close
so you can draw attention with the pen that you hold
Reveal your energy; and we'll just get to keep
The radio-active I can feel your chemistry
When we gaze at sea waves and freebase off replays
that re-late to cliches to see fate will be grace
I find peace in our dance on ice sheets
To bathe your silhouette in the tears the skies weep
We'll burn bridges to find warmth from life's storms
And cross roads at the point where lives meet
I'll show you memories I hate to reveal
If you could feel what I say Then I could say what I feel
And I finally learned what it takes to confess
I'll take you to place filled with grace and sunsets


04-"Searching for Some Beautiful"

My head aches, and feels the blunt vice grips
hanging over my tequila sunrises
Confide and write this to de-scribe a love life
that's feeling love lifeless
I'm the type that'll cherish frozen winters
stare at snowy blizzards and take it to heart
Then break it apart, I carry hopes and blisters
Cutting heart strings with a pair of broken scissors
I'm still trapped in a middle school slow dance
Stepping on toes in a mistletoe romance
Misanthrope, discomposed who holds hands
with grief...Kissing hope with no chance, but me
I'm just searching for some beautiful
a dream that I can catch And a person who's unusual
When I find her, I'll try to face the tide
Fight the hurricane, and tidal wave, goodbye…

And I watch all the spectrums of angels
Choking to death on the septums and halos
Bread crumbs and fables, why change?
I hang at the ends of the pay phone
With no change or number to reach
What blankets the sky I slumber beneath
Under the speech, this song's about hope, joy, love and defeat
All it takes is a peaceful autumn day
For you to be happy and me to call it fate
Even after a fucked up childhood, I'm still tryin'
To believe in God and grace

I try to get a piece of peace and sit and listen infinitely
Holdin onto benefits, and isnt it so innocent? We
Try to find another time and underline the cynical
Its pitiful we run and hide and undermind the innermost
When intervals of miserable will find a figure four
And force the phyiscal and inner soul to find a bitter form
And form another time and place where you can go and be so suitable
When all I wanna do is go and search for something beautiful, in me

I died once, and I knew that it was suitable
I died twice, and I sang it like a musical
I died again when I thought that the noose would hold
Everything I love in the search for some beautiful

I died once, and I knew that it was suitable
I died twice, and I sang it like a musical
I died again when I thought that the noose would hold
Everything I love in the search for some beautiful


05-"Memento Mori"

Tip your cups, to the late night writing binge
Of stagefright, another playwrite dies again
I reach for great heights and play my violin
On my vocal chords where the great whites hide within
Im neglectin' broken veins and the ventricles that break
When I'm hiding what I feel in a Texas Hold 'Em face
I better fold that ace, and find a past time
Pride has flat-lined and my pedastol's at stake
Reality's orphan kid, casualty abortion vict'
Journalist of worth, personality contortionist
My claws scrape the granite
Scratchin' pain poems in hallways I'm trapped in
I think of Colepaugh taking his final breath
And the bullets that he lodged in David McDonald's chest
I swear to god that I felt the bullets too
In a homicide, suicide I sing the ocean blues

Hear the sounds, of a thousand broken spirits
A man who wouldn't lie and a crowd who won't endear it
Confessions of a clown thats sounding so sincere when
He always faced the ground, wrote it down in quotes and lyrics
I've got a ghost, but he never stays in touch
Another hole to dig and another grave to love
Another fifth is gone, another day that sucks
Another dream is dead as the summer fades to dusk

I gotta find the time of day when I'm awake and no
I'm not afraid to migrate and hide away alone
And every single song I make is another piece of my
Peace of mind, if I fall in line and swallow pride I'll (choke)
On rum and cokes, I'm runnin' low on beer and weekend booze
Just to ink a song and singalong right here to sing to you
I'm out of love and tired and I'm sounding uninspired
When I'm drinking 'til I puke without a single reason to
With a one one two, when I con-front you
When I do all the things that the fuck ups do
Come to another place, undo lovin' mistakes
When Im summonin' something abundant I'm lovin' instead of just runnin' away
A-way to look past this is gaze through look glasses
Semantics passions practiced actions and thats it when I catch wind in an-tics

(I wrote this for you Phoenix... listen)

Every single night I pray my letters form a kiss
And it blows through the wind until it rests upon her lips
A metamorphosis that the butterflies imagine
In undecided fashion when weather storms emit
She settles scores with this and I just sit enchanted
As fireflies dance until her wish is granted
I listen frantic to melodies of heartbreak
It feels so temporary but she's telling me its always
I'd die in hell so my angel's not alone
And I'd swim inside her blood for a fatal drop of hope
Just to prove our engagements are soluble
and dance to the chorus when the rain hits the solitude
And breaks into molecules, thats her
Another piece of me that feels but can't hurt
I stand firm, in this apocalyptic breeze
Until I finally fall apart and then my confidence is breached
And Im gone... and Im gone...


07-"Absolution"

I write in long hand a short-term memory
Hopeless romantic, coarse word tendencies
RIght now I don't want to wake up
Or try to forget when the storm first entered me
Lately I've felt self destructive
Self-inflicted, self help the cuts with
Shellshocked, Hell's bells and trumpets
Self-taught to tell tales in public
Of this life, same shit but different day
I write it down, same shit in different ways
Fight it now, break fists against the cage
Until I climb on that slave ship and drift away
My blood boils (in cups) the sun spoils (abrupt)
And unloyal (with love) so come toil (with us)
The sun freezes (and cuts) in some seasons (and plus)
Its untreated (so trust) I'm done bleeding
In a place where I can be and touch all of the things I see
To find my peace and I can breathe with nobody looking back at me
I'll just take a breath and place my bets but never deal
'Til I face my death with a game of chess like Seventh Seal
I'll still fight the stepdads and memories
Scream Zion 'til deaf dance to melodies
Deadpanned with setbacks and jealousy
Until hea-ven ex-pands the hell in me
Acquired conscious competence of all of my accomplishments
And conquered constant comments that contradicted my confidence
Common compliments were called upon to con me in
Accosted consonant comments that condescended all my common sense
Where I'm from, no one stays alive
You just die by the sword, a shogun's frame of mind
Walk with the rest like its Dawn of the Dead
And drink from the blood that the open veins provide
My raps are like a novel with clever style and prose
Im Edgar Allan Poe, the Casque of Amontillado
Enter catacombs 'til clever palindromes
And letters that I wrote can capture the god Apollo

Hear the secret stammers time'll tell
I rebel, they teach me manners with Bible-belt
Schtick, psychadellic, dreams of banter
Scenes of candor I embellish
Like a zombie that eats through tissue
Until I find a heart with a beat to spit to
If its not in the meat I sift through
I'll write it acapella on the piece I bit through
I'm savage, and its near the dead of night
Wait 'til the sun paints an iridescent sky
To head the deadened cries
Of an old boy given no choice but to fear the present time

Take the reigns, I'm sick and tired of the practice
of burnin' bridges, I lit the fire with a matchstick
Return the image to where I'm at, cuz thinking back
I've been sinking fast, and tripping wires where the sands quick
Across plains with bloody palms and jaw pains
Hiding from God's grace in fright like its Pompeii
And always, I'll just stay on the lost road
While you study crucifixes painted with barcodes
At first its just a ride to live fast
Until I felt the bruises inside from whiplash
A purpose, I'll try to get that
Until I fall from grace and I die on impact
And intact was a single broken locket
With the ocean on its rustic chain and face that no one wanted
I'm growing nauseous from a world that never stops
When my center's lost hope in the ghost that haunted Pentecost
I stand in graveyards and dance to take charge
Of concepts of death that I have to base on
Even when my bones crack I'll pace on
Through the epitaphs that my pasts engraved on
Laugh and stay strong, embrace the day
'Till it fades away with this mask I paint on

She's probably just a bitch thats casting all the shadows
Laughing at my battles and following a trend
Searching for an angel at the bottom of a fifth
But my hands stay empty, I swallow it again
Its the loss of leaves that autumn brings
That show me these limbs are far from wings
I'm far from happy, you're far from peace
I'll fall from grace and you'll fall for me
And awkwardly I'll just change the posture
'Till the aches and pains rearrange the monsters


08-"Murder of Crows"

It's beautiful when the sky is made of blue
And my eyes follow suit as I try to paint the hue
I embrace the view, with arms wide open
A heart I've broken and a mind thats full of gloom
Cuz every single love is a piece I have to carry
On a back that feels broken in a sleepless January
Even when the seasons change into freezing rain
I won't be afraid, cuz I'm leaving Canterbury
I walk a path thats been painted with the frozen rain
Whispers in the wind are still praying that it snows again
And even them I'm still chasing an emotion when
I'm searching for some beautiful but saying that its so content
The ghosts pretend and they tell me that I'm different
Tell me I'm perfect, they tell me I'm significant
They tell me every single lie they conjure and barter
Because I am a monster
And everyone that I've ever loved is dead
They disappeared, and found a better one instead
And even though that December sun has set
I still read her lips, and I remember what it said
"You're not alone Cody, you're not alone
Just stay by my side and you'll what grace provides"
I start to relish, she's archangellic
And when she tells it, I can see its safe to fly
Into the wind with a murder of crows
So I can leave where I've been with the circle of vul-tures
To ascend with my personal goals
And I can sing to the dead 'til the surface unfolds... first
I'll sit and listen to the symphony
Mix it with my misery and kiss it til my lips will bleed
This is me, Mr. bare-boned winter
Who's been chasing footsteps where the scarecrows whisper
In a ear discreetly, still and calm with
Philharmonics, spoken crystal clear to teach me
And when the pistoleers defeat me
I'll just evanesce 'til I disappear completely
This is just a monday night puppy love letter
To a cherub that's apparent when the things become better
If its an angel with a subtle recoil
Then I can probably find an rainbow in a puddle of oil
When I surrender...

I watch the stars that illuminate the sky
Til I remunerate what the lunar state provides
And even when all that beauty-scape has died
I choose to wait until the weight accumulates inside
And soothes the aches... This is life beneath the monolith
Where I can seek a guide to see that I can reach the bottom with
The clocks will switch when the idle pieces ball to fists
Cuz all of this is just a wish that I could meet the dawn again (x3)


09-"Writes of Passage"

[Vast Aire]
So what you runnin' from?
Oh those cats on the corner they hella dumb
That's why I'm done with standage
I'll bite your face and make a sandwich
Now you actin' like you don't know
This is just usual, show 'em my judo throw
Oh no, your rap styles finished
How you playin' Popeye with E coli spinach?
Ok, lets slow down
Cuz you are not prepared for the speed of sound
Don't let the beast run his mouth
When the Aire came through, they skated out
I used to cry out why (why!)
Cuz like Scott Summers, I couldn't open my eyes
Cuz everyone would die
If I took one peek, everyone would fry

[Sadistik]
My appetites for sitting in cityscapes in black and white
Crackin' light Smittys I'm shitty faced to crash at night
The passive type, who's a lost pathetic dreamer
Terrified to be a victim with a walking dead demeanor
I'm coughing emphysema, caught in coffins in between
A cautious innocence while listening to Andre Nikatina
If you could trace my steps a couple minutes
Huh, if I get crossed you fall like London bridges
I do this for pot heads playin' sick as a teen
And insomniacs who still will raise a fist for the dream
For Street Fighter 2 and David Lynchian scenes
For Tupac Shakur and Rage Against the Machine
I'm a cynical, profitable, raw syllables I'll spit at you
Similar to the kid named Rakim will do
I'm identical to that of Pac's mental too
I rock spiritual without a break or stop interval
I'm from the state where the rain will never stop
Hendrix was from and Cobain perfected rock
A place seagulls land where the space needle stands
And fuck Bush stickers decorate people's vans
I watch the wind blow, leaves caught in limbo
Tiptoe past the season's frosty skin tone
Seein' glossy crystals, I try and catch it
Describe it all inside my Writes of Passage


10-"Angel Eyes"

Try to find a place in lines that I embrace
While I strive to find a balance between a time and space
In a microphone.. When Im soundin intense
I feel like 'Pac on his hospital bed, countin his breaths
And they still say, Ill never blow on the mic
Unless I spit a gimmick with some clever jokes cuz Im white
Im forced to listen to critics just chatter they teeth
With all their bullshit opinions like it matters to me
And my closest friends stumble as they mumble and doubt me
While I try to hold the world as it crumbles around me
Feel my lungs close, strain harder for breaths
As the broken dreams I have match the heart in my chest
And the pressure builds… But without a release
I know that ya hope floats, but its out of my reach
Im tired of the masks that we wear (if only)
You saw my true self youd be scared (to know me)
But now I finally see what I love is worthless
Beautys skin deep, but its just a surface
My shoulders are breaking and my focus is hazy
Plus my teeth are chipped from biting all the bullets that you gave me
In the form of lies, and I mistook it as honest
Took the good with the losses, til the good was just lost, its
Hard to hold the burdens until my shoulders bleed
I was forced to flee, until I learned to fly with broken wings
Across the visions of feelins and all this violent livin
Of a fucked up system insistin that I should try to fit in
But now I can see Im unrelated to you
Cuz I took off the mask that suffocated the truth
(If Life) could even worsen, (Then Id) release my burden
(And try) to be the person, (Who writes) and speaks in perfect
(Advice) for people hurtin, (Who cries) and fiends for nursing
(And time) would be asserted, (To find) a decent purpose
(But I) am weak and burdened, (I cry) and seek alertness
(In life) to be the person, (Whos lines) are seen as perfect
(I try) and seem so worthless, (That life) has demons lurkin
(That I) defeat the purpose, (And Life) is seen as worthless

Watch everyday just pass me by
Slowly corroding and acting fine
Suffocating on this mask of mine
Til I run out of breath and I cant survive
Repeat x2

Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth
Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth
Through my angel eyes I see the devil's truth
Through my angel eyes I see…
(Repeat x 4)

I need to get a piece of inhibition (First!)
And speak another piece of bitter vision (Words!)
And get a better syndicate of vindicated few
And I better never let another mitigate the truth
Cuz Im the better, never get a flow with flaw
Better with the letters, veteran know it all
Talk a lot in a song, better hold em off
I thought I was lost, never fold or fall
If I could ever get a minute trying to be
My life independent when Im dying in peace
I might get a sentiment I write to a beat
My mind of a veteran, trying to see
That lifes beautiful, suitable to let go
Of anything and Ill just survive through it all
Inner lines intertwined, my mind is livin life
Grippin mics, livin life in trife its live and die


11-"November"

Sometimes, I cant handle the cold
Ill break another heart too fragile to hold
Love dies, Im standing alone,
painting false hopes is a habit Ive grown
Come find, why I said I dont love you
and instead I was humbled and content with the struggle
That you gave me, and said that I was crazy
Words became chains and love became safety
I saw trust until I lost the view...
And then I lost faith in us like I always do
I refused, to complement your weakness
Through all our ups and downs til I was sea-sick
...Flashbacks I remember so well, we both held
In November, when the snow fell
But that changed, you were not a friend to me
I distorted and soon I lost identity
And when we fought and I tried to break the innocence
You said lies, and I became a hypocrite
You tried to hold the sadness when you grabbed tight
(But I moved on from the shadows of our past life)
You said you couldn't live if I ran away
But part of me died, anyway, when I had to stay
In a storm that I saw in groundview
And I couldn't find the I (eye), it was all about U (you)

Year One! I felt the dear sun
A brand new hope before the tears come
Year two! I see In clear view
Ashamed of myself when I am near you
Year three! I watch the stars fade
Im a zombie whos walking through a heartache
Year four! Youre forever away and the sun now shines as my memories fade

All the feelings I have are hard to word
I cant see the problem, my vision starts to blur
Into an image of a violent struggle
Of a slow suicide since the time I loved you
Id, gladly die if youd pacify
But you need too many things that I cant provide, so
You looked for it inside another's arms
Lied through ya teeth and cried that nothings wrong
(It didn't stop) all the cryin in public
Or telling me Im not the only guy you were fuckin!
But I gave in to all my fears instead
The only thing that ran more than me (were the tears you shed)
When you told me you cut inside ya flesh
Youre depressed and youd rather die instead
I could feel my heart tear to bits
(The first time Ive cried ever since my parents split)
And I knew, there was no you and I
I kissed you goodbye, it felt like suicide
Ob a bond that was made to sever
When I turned my back on you and wouldn't face the weather
And for a moment, it felt like nothing mattered
Theres givers and theres takers, and youre just the latter
I needed help but I got a struggle
When I fell to pieces you couldn't solve the puzzle
(We wept in puddles) til we were lost at sea
(With regretful struggles) and a faded promise ring
Your hands were full cuz you seemed to hold grudges
While I chased both of our dreams through rosebushes, in November

Year One! I felt the dear sun
A brand new hope before the tears come
Year two! I see In clear view
Ashamed of myself when I am near you
Year three! I watch the stars fade
Im a zombie whos walking through a heartache
Year four! Youre forever away and the sun now shines as my memories fade

I couldn't think to hold a single hope
So I pressed on my luck until my fingers broke
Im treading steps through quicksand of past love
To find closure from ice shoulders and hands touch
And my mind is still plagued with the fragrances
Of pain and bliss, and razorblades you made me grip
When Id watch ya face with teary eyes
And I had to cut myself so I could feel alive, but/
I found a place where the weather is much better now
In greener pastures, where the rain is never out
And ya face is replaced by another
November's leaves stay, but have changed for the summer
(and my) hope meddles (where I) go settle
In the line that blurs from love to rose petals
And the silence hurt, so I just followed through
On a beaten street, never reaching peaks which I saw in you
And now I see that you just took me for granted
Had a diamond in the rough and you still took me for granite
Cuz in November we gazed at sea scapes
With each wave, symbolizing things that wed make
Love and war we were born as keepsakes
To underscore loves accord when peace breaks, In November


12-"The Exception to Everything"

Beautiful and innocent, suitable and militant
Are scripted on the walls of the cubicle I'm living in
I'm different, if you take away that I'm gone
A heart on my sleeve, with a razorblade jacket on
In Babylon I would hold my breath and listen close
To the ghosts of death the ocean kept when the winter froze
Skin and bones, is what my burly bag of flesh will hold
Digesting hope with another thirty pack as Lexapro
Discomposed, from all the fuckin' ghosts that follow me
Across a battered path of shattered glass and broken arteries
It's oceanography the way the blood accumulates
I'm rude awake, with one eye open like Homer's Odyssey
And honestly, I don't need to make a difference
I just want to live my life without a fee to pay admission
Apathetic bliss in these apathetic days
Cuz I'm apathetic mixed with the pass aggressive ways
Anesthetic sprays from my tongue 'til the pain stops
I'm trying to figure out if this is blood or the raindrops
Love or a safe spot, think twice
While I take another shot until the angels start to sing like...

I've got a bone to pick with all these skeletons in closets
They're breaking down the barriers, embellishing my losses
And under all the verses, I wonder if it's worth it
And whether it's irrelevant, the elements are constant
No sleep and apparently a pen
Is the perfect combination for the therapy again
So I scribble in a pad 'til it carries me within
All the ripples in my past that I carefully attend
When all I got to do is take a look into my pedigree
And mentally amenities will make another memory
The penalties are lending me a bitter loss of energy
A destiny of inhibition until my wings will set me free, now
No time for regrets, keep moving forward and hope for the best
Its all gone, I'll say so long and never let go of what I hold in my chest
This is dedicated to the dedication left behind
Me, a dedicated mental patient on a bed of knives
I meant to find a certain person worthy of current purpose
Searching through the epitaphs to make the dead alive
And edify as I watch all the faces walking by
Painted with perplexing looks, abrasions and awkward eyes
Showing me to modify broken wings I've taught to fly
Often I go and dream of a place across the sky
Where I reside and dark breaks the light
Never stop moving, a sharks way of life
Set still as sparks drape the sky
And debt builds, a heart pays the price with
Love, pain, sun, rain, (I remember when my mother used to lie to me)
hate, grace, blood stains (and I remember when my father used to lie to me)
Life, death, time, rest, (and I remember when my teachers used to lie to me)
this is my breath (and then they wonder why I have no faith in this society)
I can't find stability I lack the right ability
To act inside humility and magnify the will in me
Every time I try to be, satisfy or feel at ease
I'd rather be an actor and to act than try to deal with things
Until I fall and I hit the rock bottom
And I grieve with the leaves 'til I pray its not autumn
The blood starts to draw and it falls from the wrists
When the slits are across and I ball up a fists
So call it a gift but I'm not living for the present
When it all becomes the past and I can't listen to the questions
Isn't it a blessing when I feel like I'm alive
And I don't have to be another fucking cynic for a second

[I remember somebody once asked me if I ever thought about regret... the answers no. Because when this masquerade is finally over I want to be remembered for who I am. Not who I was or who I wanted to be, cuz this right here, this is me, so follow this]

Even though I've never called it perfect
When I die, I want to know it all was worth it
I want to know that I tried my best with
Embracing every moment that I was blessed with
Every life, every death, every time that I wept
Every moment, every person, every line that I said
Every night, every day, every time every place
Every kiss, every wish, every side of the maze
Every cut, every bruise, every love that I'd lose
Every time that I broke and the times that I grew
Every drop of rain that these clouds would spew
To help form the man that I amounted to
And I'm thankful, that I am who I am
And I've been where I've been and I came out grateful
When it's finally time to make an exit
Just know, that I don't regret a single second

This is the exception to everything
This is the exception to everything
(Repeat x6)

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[Igen Beatz]

Отличный исполнитель и альбом хороший, 4 трек больше всего понравилса

YouTube- Broadcast Yourself.

Sadistik читает под минус 50 Cent'a

[lok]

видос на Searching For Some Beautiful - http://www.last.fm/music/Sadistik/+videos/25532259

[lok]

http://www.neformat.com.ua/forum/ele...ancipator.html - для тех кто проникся минусами тема про композитора который их написал.

[Ritual]

шикарннооо. с каждым повторным прослушиванием альбома все больше нравится. блееск

[Igen Beatz]

Сообщение от lok

видос на Searching For Some Beautiful - http://www.last.fm/music/Sadistik/+videos/25532259

видио кстати не очень, точнее его игра как актера мне не понравилась

[Killer Of The Soul]

У пацана реально талант. Настолько приятно его слушать.

[der_steppenwolf]

приятно слушается.

Сообщение от Mutuh

чем то напомнило дэд селебрити статус

а вот это да, кстати

[Igen Beatz]

YouTube

[chaoticpulse]

Круто! Получше постановочного клипа

[Igen Beatz]

азвание: Kid Called Computer & Sadistik - The Art of Dying
Жанр: Хип-Хоп
Год: 2010
Формат: Mp3
Кодек: VBR V0
Размер: 60 Mb
Продолжительность: 00:33:51
Описание: Вам нужно еще что то говорить?

Трэклист:
01 Wake Up Dead
02 Bed of Flowers
03 Black Rose
04 Save Yourself
05 Diva de Los Muertos
06 Ghost in the Machine (Ft. Louise Fraser)

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[xOLEGx]

оперативно так сработано))))

[missionair]

отличный миник, звучит даже более дельно, чем лонгплей
минуса стали еще более красивыми и атмосферными, в речитативе перестало доминировать нытье)

хочется сразу еще разок-другой прогнать

[Доброжелатель]

New video

YouTube

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Добавлено через 30 минуту

Sadistik & Kristoff Krane - Prey for Paralysis (2011)

Quality: 320 Kbps

Tracklist:

01. Pyramid Song
02. Bad Timing
03. Higher Brain
04. Toxiod
05. Freedumb
06. Kingdom Come
07. Elizabeth Bathory
08. Miso
09. Stupor Star
10. Hunter's Prey

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[Эрис]

Sadistik - 2013 - Flowers For My Father



Genre: Underground Hip-Hop
Quality: MP3_320 kbps

Playlist:
1 - Petrichor
2 - Russian Roulette (Feat. Cage & Yes Alexander)
3 - City In Amber (Feat. Lotte Kestner)
4 - Snow White
5 - The Beast
6 - Kill The King (Feat. Deacon The Villain)
7 - Song For The End Of The World
8 - Palmreader
9 - Micheal
10 - Seven Devils
11 - Exit Theme (Feat. Astronautalis & Lotte Kestner)
12 - Melancholia
13 - A Long Winter (Feat. Ceschi)

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