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NEKROPOLIS

by Tomb of Love

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1.
"COHLE: Look, I'd consider myself a realist, all right? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist. HART: Uh, okay, what's 'at mean? COHLE: Means I'm bad at parties. I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself - we are creatures that should not exist by natural law... // We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody... I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction - one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal. HART: Ok, so what's the point of getting out of bed in the morning? COHLE: I tell myself I bare witness. But the real answer is that it's obviously my programming, that and I lack the constitution for suicide".
2.
Condemn me Put your cross upon my shoulders Make me the image of a nailed god So, you can laugh while I choke With anger caught inside my throat Against the fields of morbid schemes That you sow into this odd dead world Like Daniel, you escaped the lions' dome But don't forget when you used to kneel At the ancient circus of Rome (Pollice Verso!) Condemn me Put your sex between my hopes Make me the image of a virgin whore So you can cum while I choke As poison you spread and corrupt Casting souls into eternal darkness Preaching words of weakness and false love Like Daniel, you escaped the lions' dome But don't forget when you used to die At the ancient circus of Rome (Pollice Verso!) DIE! Dancing aggressively, I pray for Death to take your life By hatred or grief... Filled with the hate of a thousand "Devil's wives" The shriek of those who hanged in fear... Condemn me Put your cross upon my shoulders Make me the image of a nailed god So you can laugh while I choke With anger you spread out my blood Against the fields of morbid schemes That you sow into this odd dead world Like Daniel, you escaped the lions dome But don't forget the rat you are You used to kneel and die in Rome (Pollice Verso!)
3.
In early morning I see your face Printed into my retina as I wake Have you talked to me this night or is it just my imagination? I still feel your permanence feeding the ghosts of my negation Through dawns, all times when menace respawns I see the moves that will lead us to downfall And embrace the curse that shows me where I belong “They keep saying we are dying But I've buried my heart past long time” I'm still shook by the things you've told Marked within, echoing forevermore Have you talked to me this night or is it just my imagination? I still feel your permanence feeding the ghosts of my negation Through dawns, all times when menace respawns I see the moves that will lead us to downfall And embrace the curse that shows me where I belong "The world is grayer since you left" Through dawns, all times when menace respawns I see the moves that will lead us to downfall And embrace the curse that shows me where I belong
4.
Moony mysteries enshroud the iron rings Seductive paths of wonder, of care and mistreat The moon is bright I feel your bites The weight of your tongue Nothing can compete with me I'm so absorbed in lechery As we dance all alone Acid fires burning in fierce Love Marble dead faces are watching from above The moon is high I feel your bites Your forked cocaine tongue Nothing can stop us here Absorbed in total lechery In this outbreak we're alone The moon is high I feel your bites The weight of your tongue... In my Lacanian sleep I think of you ceaselessly Obsessed by your light I cut myself in ecstasy My blood upon some bones again In my mind a sign to evoke pain A simple slave of forces unknown Tainting my body with foolish bane How many temples raised to adore? How much Death in the name of Love? I just want to meet with you at the midnight time And lay together while the graves are still hot Moony mysteries enshroud the iron rings Seductive paths of wonder, of care and mistreat The moon is bright I feel your bites The weight of your tongue Nothing can compete with me I'm so absorbed in lechery As we dance all alone The moon is high I feel your bites Your forked cocaine tongue Nothing can stop us here Absorbed in total lechery In this outbreak we're alone
5.
Broken backs bending to the ground We're merely mimics of the trees around Dry and arid, squalid as these red sands Just fading corpses into the barren land In the dead of the night I remember her A perpetual grey inside my head We traded our bodies for those walls We sold our dreams before they were born Sick and tired of the ways on this addled place We signed our pact with the Land's rebirth All about work and blood, that's true But labor is the only thing we ever knew In the dead of the night I remember her A perpetual grey inside my head We traded our bodies for those walls We sold our dreams before they're born To build a temple where we are outcasts To know the heart of human trash We knelled before the kings of men We sold our very souls to them For whoever loves this town is already dead A ghost inside or maybe dying, fallen on her cold bed The artificial lights pouring languor upon the listless asphalt In the end, this will be our funeral vault (In this nonchalant city / In this graveyard in the form of buildings) “A data de hoje tornou-se duplamente histórica para o Brasil porque a gloriosa evocação do passado junta-se agora à epopeia da construção desta nova capital que acabamos de inaugurar. Saudamos assim a um só tempo, o passado e o futuro de nossa pátria, através de dois acontecimentos que se ligam no ideal comum que os animaram: o de fazer o Brasil afirmar-se como nação independente. O sonho dos inconfidentes de 1799, tem nessa realização de1960 a sua etapa derradeira, pois agora encontra o Brasil o seu verdadeiro destino e poderá caminhar mais solidamente para a completa emancipação” - Juscelino Kubitschek (Brasília, 1960)

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"BRASÍLIA"

Babilônia de opulência ofensiva, ainda que privada dos jardins suspensos. Apenas caixões verticais de extravagante e fria arquitetura soviética. Jazigos de concreto e aço erigidos para abrigar poder, ganância, prazer e corrupção. Retas infinitas que se cruzam em um quadrilátero de planejamento e desigualdade pungente. Nossa morada indiferente: BRASÍLIA!

Construto do progresso imperialista nas terras do pau-brasil. Sonho de alguns, pesadelo de muitos, promessa de uma nação. Espelhos d’água que separam pessoas e desafiam a aspereza do ar de uma esfera magnética ao redor da qual orbitam satélites desvalidos pela soberba da solidão asfáltica.

“Nekropolis” fala sobre Brasília, nossa sexagenária capital, o epicentro de todas as mazelas sócio-políticas e cristãs que se empilham sobre nosso país. Esse disco é sobre a insensibilidade cinzenta que acomete aos que aqui residem, além de prestar sincera homenagem aos homens e mulheres de todo o Brasil que aqui suaram, sangraram e morreram para que o “sonho” se concretizasse. Todos aqueles que, no fim, foram segregados pelo próprio monstro que ajudaram a construir.

O disco também fala sobre Amor, Morte, ódio, sexos, história, Magick, anticristandade, saudade e permanência, buscando impulsionar experiências sensoriais diversas.

Em tempos de desesperança pandêmica, esperamos que apreciem este trabalho.

Atenciosamente,
- T & L.

“O futuro não está nos cemitérios, mas nessa cidade, nessas superquadras. Onde abaixo de tudo, ninguém vê nada”.

- Samuel Garrido (in memoriam)

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released March 1, 2021

All songs by Luan Lima and Thiago Satyr
All lyrics by Thiago Satyr (except the dialog on Track 1)
Produced by Thiago Satyr and Luan Lima
Cover art and layout by Thiago Satyr
Photos by Jazz Caipora

All instruments were recorded during some brief sessions in mid-June of the pandemic year of 2020 at Berns Lima's apartment (Brasília/DF).
All voices were recorded at Vamachara Homeless Studio (Brasília/DF) during July-August, 2020.
Additional keyboards and synths were recorded on January 9, 2021 at Mausoleum Home Studio (Brasília/DF).

Mixed by Thiago Satyr at Vamachara Homeless Studio during mid-February, 2021.
Mastered by Pedro Santos at Bacamarte Studio (Recife/PE) during mid-February, 2021.

Sample used on Track 1 is a dialog from HBO's series "True Detective" (Season 1, 2014)
Sample used on Track 5 is an excerpt from the president Juscelino Kubitschek speech during the inauguration of Brasília in April 21, 1960.
Picture used on the front cover is from Dom Bosco's Sanctuary, located in Brasília, Brazil (Author and date unknown).


Tomb of Love is:

Luan Lima - Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Synths
Thiago Satyr - Vocals and Programming; also Synths and Guitar Solos on Tracks 3 & 5


*Special thanks to our friend Berns Lima who kindly offered his apartment during the quarantine of COVID-19 so that we could write and record these songs in safety. Also to Samara Dyva for the grammar reviews, to Jazz Caipora for the photos and to Pedro Santos for the support and mastering process.

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Goth Rock / Post-Punk / Deathrock duo from Brasília, Brazil.

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