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Darker Days Ahead
02:01
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"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".
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Pollice Verso
03:45
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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!)
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Through Endless Gloom
04:53
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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
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Tombs of Love
05:36
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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
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The Coffin City
07:34
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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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