Neroche - Day In, Day Out

Roadside Oddities by Neroche (Album, 2016)

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[nova]

I’m a simple person, i see an aesthetic pic, i click the vid

[Lumikkkki]

LYRICS:
Far deeper in gross wood,
Than axe could cut.
Battle however I would
To break through that patchwork
Of leaves' bicker and whisk in babel tongues,
Streak and mottle of tawn bark.
Now, snared by this miraculous art,
I ride Earth's burning carrousel,
Day in, day out.

Burn, burn, burn,
As I walked, I walked.
Burn, burn, burn,
As I walked, be, ah (2x)

Rake upon thy feet,
This in my heart, he has returned,
Time for heading home,
Together still alone,
Some was said but other things are better kept inside,
Time for heading home,
Together still alone,
Rake upon thy feet,
This in my heart, he has returned,
Time for heading home,
Together still alone,
Some was said but other things are better kept inside,
Noise goes to the ringing in my ears.

Following a faint stain,
On the air to the river's edge.
Do these weeds know me
And name me to each other?
Have they seen me before?
Do I fit in their world?
I seem seperate from the ground,
And not rooted but dropped.
Out of nothing casually,
I've no threads fastening me to anything.
I can go anywhere.
I seem to have been given the freedom of this place.
What am I then?

Burn, burn, burn,
As I walked, I walked.
Burn, burn, burn,
As I walked, be, ah (2x)

[DoomShroom]

Day in. Day out. Time passes. We grow up. Memories holding you back. The future is unset. A false world. In the end you leaving all of this. I am waiting for that day.

[akaeric]

The album cover art is unsettling but comfortable at the same time. How does that work.

[zv]

Does this kind of music ever put anyone else in a trance like state of mind? It makes me feel like this world is fake and makes me question the existence of life on a much deeper level than usual. I feel like I can sometimes feel myself looking at my body as if I’m looking at myself through the eyes of my soul and it’s weird to describe, it’s like my body is a controller and my soul are the hands controlling my flesh and bones, it feels like a very surreal and confusing but aware kind of zoning out. I hope this makes sense and i hope I’m not alone on this one. And bless this amazing unique music💜

[galx]

The cover art changes the feeling of the entire sound.

[TherzaRogue]

Far deeper in gross wood
Than axe could cut.
Battle however I would
To break through that patchwork
Of leaves' bicker and whisk in babel tongues,
Streak and mottle of tawn bark.
Now, snared by this miraculous art, I ride earth's burning carrousel
Day in, day out.

[nur..]

bütün dünyayı sevmeye hazırdım, değerlendiren çıkmadı; böylelikle de nefret etmeyi öğrendim. renksiz gençliğimi, kendime ve dünyaya karşı giriştiğim savaşta tükettim. alaya alınmaktan korktuğum için en iyi duygularımı yüreğimin derinlerine gömdüm, orada silinip gittiler. hep doğru söyledim, inanılmadım. o zaman kandırmaya başladım. kibarların dünyasını, toplumun işleyişini iyiden iyiye kavrayınca, hayat biliminde ustalık kazandım; başkalarının bu ustalığı kazanmadan mutluluğa nasıl ulaştıklarını gördüm; benim hiç yılmadan erişmeye çalıştığım önceliklerin tadını, onlar kendilerini hiç yormadan çıkarıyorlardı. o zaman içimi bir karamsarlık kapladı; tabanca kurşunuyla giderilecek türden bir karamsarlık değildi bu: soğuk, çaresiz, sevimliliğin, iyi niyetli bir gülümsemenin altına gizlenen bir umutsuzluktu. ruh yönünden sakat olmuştum. ruhumun yarısı yoktu; solmuştu, uçmuştu, ölmüştü. ben de o yarıyı kestim attım.

[LonelySolldier]

I lose myself when I listen to this song...

All good listeners, you are here because your music taste is amazing...

[useyinozturk]

methiye
Yalnız senin ellerin gezinsin ömrümde
Beni yalnız sen mahkum eyle, sen azat
Ve yalnız sen canımı iste ki
Nereye saklayacağımı şaşırmadan vereyim

[givememalice]

Y’all beautiful souls...
I can relate to a lot of you. Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts and suddenly my body feels like such a weird thing to carry with, I don’t understand what surrounds me, I feel like a lost child.






Right now
I feel lost, like I’m trying to get home, to another life, another place where I’m myself, my emotions lie there and I’m free...It’s so beautiful, like a dream, there’s music in my head, I can feel it running through my veins, I’m fading and it’s such a glorious ending.

[qorekt]

The image is so unsettling yet so tranquil. It’s really calm in a weird way.

[mercoro]

Here's the original poem by Sylvia Plath:

"On the Plethora of Dryads"

Hearing a white saint rave

About a quintessential beauty

Visible only to the paragon heart,

I tried my sight on an apple-tree

That for eccentric knob and wart

Had all my love.

 

Without meat or drink I sat

Starving my fantasy down

To discover that metaphysical Tree which hid

From my worldling look its brilliant vein

Far deeper in gross wood

Than axe could cut.

 

But before I might blind sense

To see with the spotless soul,

Each particular quirk so ravished me

Every pock and stain bulked more beautiful

Than flesh of any body

Flawed by love’s prints.

 

Battle however I would

To break through that patchwork

Of leaves’ bicker and whisk in babel tongues,

Streak and mottle of tawn bark,

No visionary lightnings

Pierced my dense lid.

 

Instead, a wanton fit

Dragged each dazzled sense apart

Surfeiting eye, ear, taste, touch, smell;

Now, snared by this miraculous art,

I ride earth’s burning carrousel

Day in, day out,

 

And such grit corrupts my eyes

I must watch sluttish dryads twitch

Their multifarious silks in the holy grove

Until no chaste tree but suffers blotch

Under flux of those seductive

Reds, greens, blues.

[Ali-juxt]

I literally can't believe that this song isn't in a movie

[tyaz]

The beauty of the night sky keeps you distracted from the dead glare of the distant woods.

The art really does make me feel at home, for personal reasons. Most of my early childhood was spent in a rural area, and I enjoyed exploring the woods at night, Aswell as the sight of plant life that looks similar to the local flora of where i lived during this time.

[MiracleWitness]

People: "Dude, how comes you're suddenly into poetry, Edgar Allan Poe, Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes and stuff? "
Me: *lights up a heather root pipe* "Nah, man, I'm just listening to this Neroche guy.

[ajeetalbert]

I don't remember the last time when my mind remained this much still and undisturbed.

[dontlookattheeye]

My brother just died a few days ago, and this is the only song I listen to since then

[sadgeu]

Weird. This song suddenly pops up in my head all day long when im about to go to night shift work.

[cookie]

Far deeper in gross wood
Than axe could cut
Battle however I would-
To break through that patchwork
Of leaves' bicker and whisk in babel tongues
Streak and mottle of tawn bark
Now, snared by this miraculous art
I ride earth's burning carousel
Day in, day out


Burn, burn, burn
'Cause I won't, I won't-
Burn, burn, burn
'Cause I won't be-

Of uncertainty
Of uncertain-
Face another day
Of uncertainty
Of uncertain-

Break of dawn
I feel as if my body has returned
Time for heading home
Together, still alone
Some was said
But other things are better kept inside-
Time for heading home
Together, still alone
Break of dawn
I feel as if my body has returned
Time for heading home
Together, still alone
Some was said
But other things are better kept inside-
Voice cuts through the ringing in my ears

Following a faint stain-
On the air to the river's edge
These weeds know me and name me to each other
Have they seen me before?
Do I fit in their world?
I seem separate from the ground
And not rooted, but dropped out of nothing casually-
I've no threads fastening me to anything
I can go anywhere
I seem to have been given the freedom of this place-
What am I then?