OPEN WOUNDS

by Spiritual Front

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    Tracklist

    A1 Soul Gambler
    A2 Hey Boy
    A3 Song For The Old Man
    A4 The Devourment Of The Will
    A5 Delation / I Live Through You
    B1 Autopsy Of A Love
    B2 We Could Fail Again
    B3 Nectar On Your Lips
    B4 A Long Summer For The Dog Of Satan
    B5 Eucharist Of Sodomy

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1.
04:06
Learn that there is always a winner, even when we don't need any roles Even when there's nothing to win in this space without warmth Through this stiff light that passes beyond malice beyond logic Which unites the history of compassion to that of envy I'll watch yours to reflect the failure I have constructed I am so ridiculous and when I try to defend myself You know I'm nothing if I breathe through you Loving you is just a fond reception... You nourished me with the obscenity of your faith in the shame of your repentance I don't know how to suffer nor feel more than you do Beside us frustration hope action purity equilibrium Everything has value but not for me or just for this instant I don't want to believe you anymore I don't want to believe it anymore I am so ridiculous and when I try to defend myself You know I'm nothing if I breathe through you
2.
03:10
Hey boy you'll want me more than any other man When no one will accept your murky love no more Your saliva runs down my legs again Hey boy you'll want me more than anything When your mouth is dry and your stomach starts to churn Is it all so hot like it is inside of us? How will you satisfy your mouth? Is there love after defeat? Tell me boy will you have pity for me? And for the man I never was forget my forbidden love Oh no boy please don't ever leave me Is there love after defeat? Tell me boy will you have pity for me? And for the man I never was forget my forbidden love Oh no boy please don't ever leave me Hey boy on my knees in your chains get your revenge 'Couse your were always the prey The sights of complicity are the glorious song of our conflict hey boy you'll dominate me if I'll want it You'll humiliate me if god takes his eyes off me This is the cruel game with make us perfect Now mix your blood with my saliva Is there love after defeat? Tell me boy will you have pity for me? And for the man I never was forget my forbidden love Oh no boy please don't ever leave me Is there love after defeat? Tell me boy will you have pity for me? And for the man I never was forget my forbidden love Oh no boy please don't ever leave me
3.
How much sand in your boots? How much dry bread in teeths? Everyday is longest day or maybe the day you will never forget God didnt save you from the luck of a rich marriage Nor your dictator saved you from the big glorious war But maybe you were saved just because youve never never believed No saint has guided your wrinkle hand But one hundred whores has driven your shining cars I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral.. my old man Twenty years in the tropics One hundred years of regrets Life is to long to repent and too short to deify the bitterness Your ironed shirt, your brushed hair, your perfect dye go beyond Every political convinction and against every classfight I loved your style and your hatred for your hatred for mediocrity God will not give you a honoured place but he will envy your shined shoes I will sing my worst southamerican song at your funeral I will song my worst southamerican song at your funeral my old man
4.
I breathed through your body's vivid light Inside while I lost my will My name, cancelled itself in the Universal space of our experiences. In matter and anti-matter Our hopes have been flaked I will be a docile worm that will twist 'Round God's mercy and your affected charity. From here on your divine son will mix with me And strewn with the golden saliva We will taste the death And in the death the conquest of the will. We dragged our weaknesses in religion In the useless speculation of existence In every conflict, conflict between Superb pigs, pigs and dogmas I'm weak, weak like this tired sun That deforms and rocks our babylonic path I will only know how to live in that Vulgar space between instinct and knowledge. I won't be anything more, I won't be anything more We won't be anything more I won't be anything more The will that pulse in the pure chest, Pure chest of your divine son Is the blinding echo of earthly humiliation That revives, revives and revives I won't be anything more, I won't be anything more We won't be anything more I won't be anything more Compare me with your memory With the bitter delusion of the history, The most intimate and flattering violence Compare me with your memory With the bitter delusion of the history It's the most intimate and flattering violence Compare me with your memory With the bitter delusion of the history It's the most intimate and flattering violence
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6.
I expiated hell for few minutes of passion There's a stone above my head That suffocates my impulse and a weapon on my neck That arms my madness Make a destruction of me, Make annihilation of me There's a sense of end in our tired eyes And the smell of alcohol in our mouth I will not kill myself because I have no pictures in which I smile And consider me as your worst lover And consider me as your sinner The only thing that I want to to see Is my defeated sperm in your hands And consider me as your worst lover And consider me as your sinner The only thing that I want to feel Is the warmth of your sex in my mouth Sing the last verse for your weak lover. I know I'll never see again your consumed face I will never have your chest against mine I don't want to know if there will be another man It could be better to be dead while your car leave me At the end of this dirty road Don't look for my lifeless body in this universe Cause no word will justify our end Let me die while your breath migrates so far
7.
May this be the last night in this south, The last night with the wine and immortal fascination The world ignore the cruel delight of our vice And the useless common god who delivered us to wait What' s the meaning of talking 'bout protection now? We will never be close…oh so close together now What' s the meaning of talking 'bout conviction now? We will never be close…oh so close together now Bow your head on my chest while the odour of this sea Is confused in the distractions of our doubts I don' t know how to ask you anything that doesn' t regard us I don' t know how to ask you anything What remains of love when we know we can destroy ourselves What remains of us when we know we can destroy ourselves What remains of love when we know we can destroy ourselves What remains of us when we know we can destroy ourselves
8.
I condemn you but I'm just a worm. I love your lack of conscience And the freedom of your violence. What exactly shakes my heart And what fills up the greed of my lust? What exactly shakes my heart And what fills up the greed of my lust? Your ignorance is pure virtue And the cruel sweat on your body Is brutal nectar that will feed The rebellion against myself. The shelter that covers The disgrace of morality burns It's the bastard ghost Of this religion, religion for cowards. I want to kneel down in front of you, Devour, devour your pride, The beginning and the end Are now, now here... What exactly shakes my heart And what fills up the greed of my lust? I want to kneel down in front of you, Devour, devour your pride, The beginning and the end are now, now here, What exactly shakes my heart And what fills up the greed of my lust...?
9.
I'd like not to know that instict Which is guiding you... Am I guilty as you are? It's the same guilt that beats you on the back That crushes on your kidneys... I tried to possess your body and hid me in the suffocating dephts of your flesh I was your absent idol while you fed me with the poison of your wounds the sewer of your sex crushes the stupid arrogance of my autorithy I have no certainties nor purification while you move inside my bowels I have no past nor conviction when your warmth opens inside my chest. Love is the sublimation of violence and violence knows no mercy. I've been the servant of your careless code what is the meaning of been your lover in this city that doesn't recognize my sacrifice no saint will accompany your confused bitch's step no miracle will cure the arrogant illness of your will. Love is the sublimation of violence and violence knows no mercy
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The Rome based nihilist suicide pop outfit Spiritual Front returns with “Open Wounds,” a monolithic selection of re-arrengment and re-mastering of tracks from their back catalogue. Double-CD in book format (appr. 14 x 21 cm) Bonus-CD with 11 tracks Hardback book with elaborate thread stitching 40-pages extra-booklet, precious artprint on high-quality paper Strictly limited to 2,000 copies. Strongly recommended to fans of Ennio Morricone, Death In June, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Johnny Cash, Swans, Crime & The City Solution.

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released December 27, 2013

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Spiritual Front Rome, Italy

Spiritual Front is an act from Rome. The style described as "nihilist suicide pop", although elements of neoclassical and rock music, melancholic folk, as well as tango are prevalent, along with a recurring experimental feel. From dark, wailing experimental folk in the beginning, the sound began to transform and grow, to where it is now compared to the work of Nick Cave, Swans, and Scott Walker. ... more

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