Anarres
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Не совсем известная за пределами своей страны литовская банда играет гремучую смесь из дарк хардкора, хаотичного скримо с моментами блэка/блэкнед краста. Банде несколько лет, сейчас парни находятся в ходе турне по Скандинавии. В этом году выпустили очень здоровское демо, состоящее из 9 треков, которое уж точно не оставит равнодушным любителей вышеуказанных стилей (да и не только их).
Официальный сайт:
http://anarres.hardcore.lt/
2009 - Demo
1. Anarres - Duke Nukem (They Live) (1:56)
2. Anarres - Shuttle (2:33)
3. Anarres - Baime (2:02)
4. Anarres - Maziausiai Dramatizuotas Tekstas (2:01)
5. Anarres - O.K. del (2:29)
6. Anarres - It Has Swallowed Us All (3:03)
7. Anarres - Kobenhavn (5:43)
8. Anarres - Moment Not Done (2:33)
9. Anarres - Espanol Not Done (3:05)
Тексты:
duke nukem. they li(v)e
they've created a repressive society
racial justice, human rights are not existent
we're living in artificially induced state of consciousness
they have made us indifferent to ourselves and to others
they're safe as long as they're not discovered
that is their primary effort of survival
to keep us asleep, keep us selfish, keep us sedated
we are their cattle, we're being bred for slavery
they live and we sleep
but they die just like we do...
Shuttle
When I walk across the water,
swim along the shadows, fly
under the ground.
it seems & it follows
The more i wander around
That i am not alone.
my companions, fellow travelers
recodnition in an instant, examine
The wind
which takes us,
swinging, Twirling
our shuttle is shaking.
Baime (fear)
...but we have left the poetry only for the blank pages of books
because reading is safe
---
Poetry as an act rather than distant observation.
We as agents exercising and implementing our wild dreams.
Books as a tool to enframe passion and keep it far enough from reality.
Poetry as an act is taken dangerous by hearts, afraid of the unknown. Those hearts are found at home, domesticated.
Maziausiai Dramatizuotas Tekstas ( The Least Dramatized Text)
In the name of god
in this army
you may be voting for sweets, silent from fear
may have fled to another matrix, be killed by dogs
or disciplined by generals and directors
strayed mind is unwelcomed here
And we...
in the name of democratic market for OUR directors,
victory in competition for domination
and schizophrenic intolerance,
are ready to finnish them all with our armies
---
A text born during the time of wandering in the landscapes, unfamiliar sounds and stories of Iran. Place where every law starts with 'in the name of god'. But from the stories you disvocer soon that the curtain of this divine rhetoric is masking a very aggressive manner of resisting the unwelcomed mind. By various strategies, the entire nation is mobilized as an army for the goal of consolidating power and domination. All males except the fortune or courageous ones serve army directly. The rest are going to work, buying bread or flowers and paying for war industry with this money. Everybody's going to schools and mosques and learning the purpose and policies of conlift, competition.
Walking the streets feels baffling when in your home environment army is usually hidden in its ghettos. Though after seeing so many soldiers and weapons but then getting home and observing days of our accustomed daily lives spent in supermarkets and by the tv made me no longer recognize any distinction between army of soldiers and consumers. Industries of production, advertisement and competitiveness of the market seem to be not less aggressive than directly waging war. And these are not anyhow disconnected from one another. Working or buying is funding war. Goverments with the entire bureaucracy including army survives only because workers and consumers are paying for it. For many of us the war may seem so distant but by buying bread or flowers we also fall under the flag of local directors, mobilising us with not less deified prodemocratic rhetoric masking the same aggressive manner. We all are part of the conflict.
I find it very crucial to be conscious of what does it mean for Iran and countries alike to encounter and interact with 'the West' whose interest is rather clear. As I desperately cannot find a way to peacefully approach people for whom this 'dramatized' text is reality, I want to hear new ideas and experience. Please share...
O.K. del
kiekvieno rezisieriaus svajone -
SKYROCKETING NUMBERS
of those who were born or bred
of children raised
of robots programmed
of production produced
of production consumed
of soldiers disciplined
of consumer armies grown
of wars waged
and of those who were dead
full-time living does not make economical sense
O.K.del?
privilegijuoti vergai, pardavete savo gyvenimus
uz galimybe apsipirkti
O.K.del?
nebe drasa, o realybe sugniauze kumsciuose
ryztingai zengiam i prieki
ir ieskom prasmes sitoj kupinoj tustybej
bejegis (issigandes) stebiu...
countdown?
It Has Swallowed Us All
Don’t turn it on
Make something of your own
We sit near the screen
We are letting them win
They took our freedom
Took our choice
Our believes
& took our voice
For the power & control
Will we let them take our soul?
Blood is dripping,
Clenching fists,
Screams of agony,
Released!
One sheep is useless,
Among the horde
You must escape
Do not be bored
Don't dare to read
& don’t ask why
Step out of line
They'll make you cry
Another war, another game
This time it’s just you to blame
You let them take away
Without having a say
All what is left of me is ash
These words will be in the trash
But only you can make a change
Don’t be afraid to be called strange
Take back control!
Kobenhavn
Kol solidarumas labiau tarptautinis nei laukinis kapitalizmas
tol viesosios tvarkos sergetojai ir toliau naudos teisingumo istatymus -
prievarta, arestus, deportacijas pries nusikaltelius,
keliancius gresme demokratiskos valstybes
kontroles mechanizmo laisvei.
O vietoje paklusimo rankose sugniauzusius drasa ir po akmeni
teisingumo ranka pasmerke mus, nusikaltelius,
merdeti tarp neiveikiamu spygliuotu tvoru.
Taciau kol solidarumas labiau vienijantis
tol ju tvirtovese neatsiras siena,
per kuria neperliptu palaikymas
---
Ungdomshuset on the 16th of December.
Prison the other day.
Doesn't matter how much criticism could be put on this situation and entire story of Ungdomshuset, something prevails and keeps hearts warm of those who were there. The feeling of being together, support and solidarity did get over the tall fences of our temporal cages. Both kinds of experience - being locked and feeling yet not alone - carved profound trace and strenghtened belief that cooperation used for creation COULD make our lives more passionate and fucking better. And yes we had to destroy, to reclaim space for creation and for new world to arise. Again and again.
they've created a repressive society
racial justice, human rights are not existent
we're living in artificially induced state of consciousness
they have made us indifferent to ourselves and to others
they're safe as long as they're not discovered
that is their primary effort of survival
to keep us asleep, keep us selfish, keep us sedated
we are their cattle, we're being bred for slavery
they live and we sleep
but they die just like we do...
Shuttle
When I walk across the water,
swim along the shadows, fly
under the ground.
it seems & it follows
The more i wander around
That i am not alone.
my companions, fellow travelers
recodnition in an instant, examine
The wind
which takes us,
swinging, Twirling
our shuttle is shaking.
Baime (fear)
...but we have left the poetry only for the blank pages of books
because reading is safe
---
Poetry as an act rather than distant observation.
We as agents exercising and implementing our wild dreams.
Books as a tool to enframe passion and keep it far enough from reality.
Poetry as an act is taken dangerous by hearts, afraid of the unknown. Those hearts are found at home, domesticated.
Maziausiai Dramatizuotas Tekstas ( The Least Dramatized Text)
In the name of god
in this army
you may be voting for sweets, silent from fear
may have fled to another matrix, be killed by dogs
or disciplined by generals and directors
strayed mind is unwelcomed here
And we...
in the name of democratic market for OUR directors,
victory in competition for domination
and schizophrenic intolerance,
are ready to finnish them all with our armies
---
A text born during the time of wandering in the landscapes, unfamiliar sounds and stories of Iran. Place where every law starts with 'in the name of god'. But from the stories you disvocer soon that the curtain of this divine rhetoric is masking a very aggressive manner of resisting the unwelcomed mind. By various strategies, the entire nation is mobilized as an army for the goal of consolidating power and domination. All males except the fortune or courageous ones serve army directly. The rest are going to work, buying bread or flowers and paying for war industry with this money. Everybody's going to schools and mosques and learning the purpose and policies of conlift, competition.
Walking the streets feels baffling when in your home environment army is usually hidden in its ghettos. Though after seeing so many soldiers and weapons but then getting home and observing days of our accustomed daily lives spent in supermarkets and by the tv made me no longer recognize any distinction between army of soldiers and consumers. Industries of production, advertisement and competitiveness of the market seem to be not less aggressive than directly waging war. And these are not anyhow disconnected from one another. Working or buying is funding war. Goverments with the entire bureaucracy including army survives only because workers and consumers are paying for it. For many of us the war may seem so distant but by buying bread or flowers we also fall under the flag of local directors, mobilising us with not less deified prodemocratic rhetoric masking the same aggressive manner. We all are part of the conflict.
I find it very crucial to be conscious of what does it mean for Iran and countries alike to encounter and interact with 'the West' whose interest is rather clear. As I desperately cannot find a way to peacefully approach people for whom this 'dramatized' text is reality, I want to hear new ideas and experience. Please share...
O.K. del
kiekvieno rezisieriaus svajone -
SKYROCKETING NUMBERS
of those who were born or bred
of children raised
of robots programmed
of production produced
of production consumed
of soldiers disciplined
of consumer armies grown
of wars waged
and of those who were dead
full-time living does not make economical sense
O.K.del?
privilegijuoti vergai, pardavete savo gyvenimus
uz galimybe apsipirkti
O.K.del?
nebe drasa, o realybe sugniauze kumsciuose
ryztingai zengiam i prieki
ir ieskom prasmes sitoj kupinoj tustybej
bejegis (issigandes) stebiu...
countdown?
It Has Swallowed Us All
Don’t turn it on
Make something of your own
We sit near the screen
We are letting them win
They took our freedom
Took our choice
Our believes
& took our voice
For the power & control
Will we let them take our soul?
Blood is dripping,
Clenching fists,
Screams of agony,
Released!
One sheep is useless,
Among the horde
You must escape
Do not be bored
Don't dare to read
& don’t ask why
Step out of line
They'll make you cry
Another war, another game
This time it’s just you to blame
You let them take away
Without having a say
All what is left of me is ash
These words will be in the trash
But only you can make a change
Don’t be afraid to be called strange
Take back control!
Kobenhavn
Kol solidarumas labiau tarptautinis nei laukinis kapitalizmas
tol viesosios tvarkos sergetojai ir toliau naudos teisingumo istatymus -
prievarta, arestus, deportacijas pries nusikaltelius,
keliancius gresme demokratiskos valstybes
kontroles mechanizmo laisvei.
O vietoje paklusimo rankose sugniauzusius drasa ir po akmeni
teisingumo ranka pasmerke mus, nusikaltelius,
merdeti tarp neiveikiamu spygliuotu tvoru.
Taciau kol solidarumas labiau vienijantis
tol ju tvirtovese neatsiras siena,
per kuria neperliptu palaikymas
---
Ungdomshuset on the 16th of December.
Prison the other day.
Doesn't matter how much criticism could be put on this situation and entire story of Ungdomshuset, something prevails and keeps hearts warm of those who were there. The feeling of being together, support and solidarity did get over the tall fences of our temporal cages. Both kinds of experience - being locked and feeling yet not alone - carved profound trace and strenghtened belief that cooperation used for creation COULD make our lives more passionate and fucking better. And yes we had to destroy, to reclaim space for creation and for new world to arise. Again and again.
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