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"Ernia" Album Cover Shirt
T-Shirt/Apparel + Digital Album
"Ernia" album cover design by Branca Studio.
Very limited quantities. Printed on black B&C Triblend shirts (sizing chart in centimeters).
Includes unlimited streaming of Ernia
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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"Ernia" Album Shirt + CD
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
"Ernia" album cover shirt design by Branca Studio + CD (Hecatombe Records/No Humano Records edition). Very limited shirt quantities!
Includes unlimited streaming of Ernia
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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"Ernia" Album Shirt + Cassette
Cassette + Digital Album
"Ernia" album cover shirt design by Branca Studio + Cassete Tape (Abusive Noise Tapes edition). Very limited shirt and tape quantities!
Includes unlimited streaming of Ernia
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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about
[Omar]
I recall that about three years ago I found a very interesting article about the life and (especially) the death of poet John Keats. I this article, which I came across by mere coincidence, I remember Keats being described as lying in his bed, moribund. The article’s author presented how the poet, enduring the pain produced by his tuberculosis, felt the flowers that adorned the walls progressively covering his body from the feet up, practically devouring him.
This is the song’s main theme, but I started the lyrics off with a short extract from the "Tank Girl" comic, which I thought fit in well with the rest. It tells the death of an anonymous character from the perspective of a third-person narrator, who is close to her. A slow disease has consumed her, and the narrator recounts how the sickness has consumed her body and psyche. Where there once was tremulous, vivid flesh, there are now flowers that bloom to immediately wither.
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lyrics
<<I bought a new t-shirt today with the thought of giving it to you.
But you look so pure and perfect so I flushed it down the loo.>>
You look so empty and comatose
That I can see through you
You look so pretty in your glass skin
Depending of the angle of view.
Expiring, saying “goodbye”.
Evaporating in the cyber eye.
Stand by. Please, stand by.
They placed orchids on her bed
While her sunflowers were extinguished.
Petals of roses bloomed on her cheeks
Turning them red, over the pale.
A peony obstructs her neck
While tulips sprout from her heart.
Amaryllis hiding in her head,
Berries and fruits, time to restart.
I heard the moaning, I heard her dying in pain.
I heard the last groan and everything was in vain.
She finds no answers in the land of the dead.
“He's going to save me”, was all she said.
There never was a permissive God.
Copper hands that cannot take the sod.
And break the spot where all is being held.
And break the instant when it all went out of control.
When was (there) time to find the broken days?
Expiring, saying “goodbye".
Stand by. Please, stand by.
credits
from
Ernia,
released December 7, 2018
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