Precariat - Ποιήματα για Επώδυνες Διαδικασίες - Poems about Painful Procedures [Full EP]

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00:00 1. Απροϋπόθετοι Άνθρωποι
01:58 2. Στο Μέλλον
04:37 3. Κ ο Θεός ειναι Νεκρός
07:21 4. Κούκλες

Recorded on 19.12.2020 at DNA Lab by GeorgieBoy.
Additional recordings on 20.12.2020 by Pan.
Mixed by GeorgieBoy
Mastering by Alan Douches at WWSM

All Music: Precariat
All Lyrics: Poems by Antigoni Iliadi
Artwork by Antigoni Iliadi
Cover Photo by Orestis Panagiotou
Graphic design by Lora
English translation by Lia Yoka

Precariat is:
Markos: Drums
Pan: Bass & Vocals
GeorgieBoy: Guitars

Released by the band and Body Blows Records in 2022.
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01. Unconditional humans

they talk to themselves
stand in the middle of nowhere
they laugh hysterically and wear
faulty plastics
they are bad dancers
they curse without passion
they reek of codeine and barbiturates
they talk dirty in their sleep
at night they hang out in factories
they are made of lipstick and makeup
and their dreams come
from the hills of Afghanistan
to the blood flowing in the cowshed
they have no conditions
only allergies to all materials
they feed on tears and sobs
they slaughter memories
they only walk backwards
they are called wasted dots
and unfit parasites
doors close for them to enter
they are babies filled with hay
no place for them in a family
soulless, they photosynthesize rather than live
and nurture secret love for statues and the dead.

02. Ιn the future

We plant our hands
into muddy waters
to squeeze life out of nothing
we hide in artificial planets
and plug our hearts in
to mute their pulse
we shut our eyes to hell
and create our own
with recipes from the past
we cannot stand the light
we cruise around
at nighttime only
dwell in the eyes of strangers
so that nobody’ll know
that we as such exist.
Upon hearing the hiss of sorrow
we change our route
always walk next to bridges
prepared for our demise
unable to pay the cost
of what infinity might promise
we are not worth it, we do not deserve them
flaying and excoriating instead of loving
each other
all that is good remains to us unknown vocabulary
that spoils the air
with our breath arrested, our tongue broken
we attach ourselves to concrete walls
scrubbed clean
everything collapses
only leaves remain
shivering unrighteous blood.

03. And god is dead

and your eyes open
and god is dead
everything can change in an instant
and from your mouth
parasites ooze out, released like
a violent force that cuts your throat
your innocence was never found
you didn’t sign the legal declaration
you exist or maybe you don’t
it is a democratic decision
do not be scared and god is dead
you are the potted plant
in the waiting corridor
of anticipated events
you will die here or there
every passage a one-way. street
and every home cold and locked up
you do not speak they don’t respond
the sun right there always consistent
I am high on the saliva of other mouths
two plus bonus one unsteady lovers
the light accentuates your loneliness
and god is dead

04. Dolls

If you can stand it
on your nightly voyage
you will see them in knit caps
gazing coldly into the void
after they’ve killed the lights
and shut the door
they grow legs
spread out their fingers
burst and break
and rattle away
they tear their tags off
cross out their price
they don’t exist for you
or any him or her
I dreamt of them
screaming softly
hanging from shelves
discarded in binbags
piled up in stripes
in plastics
rhythmically counting
the hours and the minutes
begging
for an accidental shove

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