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This album is available as
CD ( qulturap.pl )
and limited to 250 copies,
7 inch vinyl single + free digital download
( pinkpunk.pl )
both with 32 pages booklet.

CD premiere: 03.08.2012 - OFF Festival Katowice
VINYL premiere 28.09.2012 - Warsaw Gallery Weekend

all info at www.bnnt.pl

credits

released August 3, 2012

music: Konrad Smolenski, Daniel Szwed, Michał Kupicz
recording, mixing, production: Michał Kupicz
mastering: Weasel Walter

baritone missile: Konrad Smoleński
drums: Daniel Szwed
vocals: Kuba Ziołek, Łukasz Jędrzejczak / Wojciech Bąkowski
brass instruments: Tomasz Duda
vibraphone: Macio Moretti


SAMPLES:

*A1
samples from the movie TRASH HUMPERS by Harmony Korine (2009)
*A3
samples from the movie TURTLES CAN FLY by Bahman Ghobadi (2004)
*A5
samples from the movie TRASH HUMPERS by Harmony Korine (2009)
*A7
samples from the movie DAY NIGHT DAY NIGHT by Julia Loktev (2006)

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Track Name: Child soldiers of Congo.
Crooked, I believe
Built with some idea but no explanation
This place was a mess, I tell you
Not for a long time this building resisted the forces of devil
It surrendered right away, I mean
Cheap, modern crap
I didn’t need it, you didn’t need it
Nothing ever comes from there,
It’s hallow and silent
Disciplined with the sound of this killing machine

Lord, I spill the wine
I don’t need a fancy tale
J: We flip in and out of history losing our trail
T: Rug of leaves will cover my trail

Got no reason why
J: We believe in upper bail
Sound of falling leaves will fill our empty vale
T: Our faces turn pale
With sound of gods removed from our empty vale
J: Stalled from saturation, bored with conversation, walking empty streets, dying on our feet.
Leaving every station, doomed from separation, god I hate being accused
T: High concentration, thick integration, the best way we can breed with far more higher speed.
Exact observation, high coordination, god I hate being accused

The machine keeps turning
I feel the ground is shaking and leaking
Transparency, white cloud of... eh

They handed me a notice and gave me some money
The place gotten erased from the memory
Merged with the kind of vibe in the air
The vibe of well, you know
Track Name: Joseph Kony, a former Catholic altar boy from northern Uganda.
sky, fire, sky


sky, fire, sky, fire

this is the center of the diode


sky, fire, sky

fire

this is the center of the diode


sky, fire, sky, fire

this is the end

weep



sky, fire, sky, fire

this is the center of the diode

the end


sky, fire, sky

this is the end

clap your hands



sky, fire, sky

this is the center of the diode