Quantum Porn

by THE SOMNAMBULIST

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released May 19, 2017

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THE SOMNAMBULIST Berlin, Germany

Berlin-based THE SOMNAMBULIST gathered around Italian expat Marco Bianciardi in 2009, currently joining creative forces with Thomas Kolarczyk on electric and double bass and Valentin Schuster on drums. Since then, the band has released two LPs – “Moda Borderline” (2010) and “Sophia Verloren” (2012) – and is now introducing its next stroke of genius: “Quantum Porn”. ... more

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Track Name: Transverberate
Gather the worlds going round around you:
it gets you wrong.
Spin round and out this crowd that wraps you:
I guess you won't.
Easy is when it's up to you
to renegue on a touch by your side.
Easy is when it's overdue
and everything has lost all its prime.
Everything's slowin',
you have to get through it
if you really wanna know
how you can dig it better than I...

...in this song you have to wait,
so just look around you,
there could be your new lover.
Give him your number.
Give her your mind.

Transverberate, transmute,
transcend your prowler.

Everything's glowin', no need to get real.
My devilry has come to life.
It took it too far so I need to draw near,
day and night going up the line.
Let's fade away, it's gonna be easy,
let's fade away.
Let's fade away and don't take your ease,
let's fade away.

Everybody's waiting,
everybody took a lie in:
don't you really wanna know
how you can dig it better than I?!

Happy is your lover no more:
I will pick in your pants
till it's stuck in your mind.
Track Name: Deeply Unutterable & Unimpressed
Hand out lies and you’ll make’em rise.
Get to a record low, your dream will overgrow.
Please turn this rain into pure pain.
Rejoice, my friend, rain will bring on the land.

More lies break through the mad storm you already brew.
Down is their whole defence, come play this summer dance.
I’m sure those flies will cause great surprise.
Put on a high shelf any consciousness of self.

Loss is way too much to fear, a micron distant from here.
Mind that some fuzzy place could not be traced at last.
Live on the nail of a god, there’s no cure, there’s no fraud.
Make some effort and think nothing but nothing, yeah...

...it ain’t no name to get well-known by.

You’re wrong, my friend, this is not the end.
Rearmost, utmost, half-lost, feels like a ghost.
Please turn this rain into a solid brain,
a brain who reads between the lines,
gets the joke and then sublimes.

Bad girls do like good boys, bad boys once broke their toys.
That’s how we’ll make no end, we’ll make no sense of it:
it ain’t no name to get well-known by.
Track Name: The Unmanned Song
Sitting in a hallway,
not even a damn cold bench.
I don't get to lose anymore,
you twist me 'round your fingers on this weird day.
I believe in what you say,
the Black Blocs take four and jeez, you want more...
It's obvious, so obvious.
It's obvious and just another day.

No one less than you could have
claimed to have found a new way, today.
Shame and death on whom could have
blamed 'em for hiding away, you say.

Staring at the endlessness,
standing on a Polish landscape.
Here I can't recall anymore
the way that you got caught in a stunning raid.
Here is greying. What did you say?
Please don't take more, please don't take more.
Please don't. Please don't.

All the names you bore,
all the shoes you wore
haunt you.
That you won't be sold
I didn't warn you so:
I believed in what you said.
All the holes you tore,
all the screws you...
Did you that day find the good time to
blow up all those fascists in the air?

Went so luminous, name a price and pay.
Little teenage dream, light the skies up.
No way, no way...
no cop shall rise up again on earth.
So libidinous, shall be sounded no charge,
what a glorious unattended mess.
No way, no way...
no discourse shall find its universe.

No one less than you could have got your own back.
Fearless and in bloom are the children on the earth.
Severe is the play you must say it in, so you said.
Track Name: Unbegotten
Do we get back at us today,
Did we ever get to curse our names?
Lead on, instead: maybe we shouldn't know better.
Kill the phoney posers, baby.
Kill the military bands.
Cause we are getting back at them today.

How wary we are of going on talking that much.
Trees are comely, no rapidities.

We should be awake, we should be awake just that much.
So far we wouldn't get loose anymore.

How wary we are: we thought and strove as much.
No rapidities, no rapidities...
(Halo)
In our breath as in our cells
There's something meant to stray.

Slide down the dark mould of all what shines,
We should catch sight of a magnet at the end of time.

How wary we are of something warm and unborn.
Something calmly by zero will divide.
(Halo)
In our clock, it's in our hair,
It's in our lungs, it's there.
Track Name: Goddamnland
Once nought is nought and that's it,
I've got to pitch hay-ho, I've got too...
Ain't no good rich crop and ain't no greed,
I've got to pitch hay-ho, yeah.
Take my most contorted dream
and make some more gunpowder out of it.

High sea is my TV,
makes me dream to glut.
I never had to testify,
neither did I kill nor lie.
Needs must when the Devil bites
so His waters can lick your toes.

Beget and get far from me,
sail wherever you've got to go.
Defuse your shackles and
aim whatever you've got to mow.
You've got to sever and
sail whenever to that Goddamnland.
Track Name: The Slowing Clock
You never wonder what this dream is all about,
d'you ever raised an issue?
You love to rant when toady music's right too loud,
it never bothers you.

No... did she strip for real, did I go wrong?
Then with a shot she shook her breech? Wo wo wo wo!

Oh dear, indeed it's coming hard... to say.
Never upon some praise: never upon some praise.
How could I know to what kind of god I should pray?
Get it along, Her Grace: probably it's not the case.

Rays are singing past for real the slowing clock.
My goodness, it's a splitting trick for real, the slowing clock.
Your voice goes deeply out of sound, and time goes leaping round and round.

Heal and serve, cheerly get high now, don't be inane.
It's number one the way you move!
Back to those mosquitos like new roses on the wall
and don't know why, just slowing clocks...

Ain't no rebel fit to fear the slowing clock.
There are assassins, puritans,
red giants and you: it's honourable.
No one around has led a narrow, wide or round way.
You never wonder what this dream is all about.
Track Name: Ronald Stark
(Medium: "Alright, he's channelled now...")

Livin' in a trunk it's such a mission,
common trade, pullin' out all your stops.
Common daily blame is not the main hedge.
In the bosom of the Eleven Accordancies,
we get to rob the cradle of love.
Settle for mo', babe.
Settle for a maroon fuckin' Porsche, I say.
Livin' in the modern sense
of gettin' in the way it blows.
It's comin' with the rain,
here and there we go: GLORIA!
Something lives on balmies and claim this land.
Hear it in the water and lead your soul
and all will ease up unmade.
I've come to terms with some frills in this slant.
D.O.P.A.! Bein' a trunk it's such a mission.

Had a son who ran a war and crawled with might and main,
He had poured along the trench and claimed a stop.
So he sent by sample-post all the moments lost in vain.
Had a son the rain involved, he became a star.
Seedin' in an aeroplane
there's a suited way to lead the boor
to keep calm.

Ain't no war when I get laid,
ain't no patience till I see my prey.
Come and join us here, we send a plein
call to every proud AmeriCain.
Ain't no patience till I see my prey,
ain't no war when I get laid and wait.

Everybody should want it all,
it's time to answer the call.
Under your tongue it goes
and you will never see me again.
Hey dude, now I tell you something:
how I won with...
Track Name: Resume Where God Has Stopped
Got Grail,
haven't told
y'all see the light.

I haven't overrun.

Never mind the din,
the dumb will roar again.
Track Name: Scurf
Daddy wore out from within,
in a game I'm stuck.
Dear bro', help me
to live through a deadly sin.
War is black, so am I.
Hang up, pack, go and buy
everything!
Track Name: A Ten Thousand Miles Long Suicide Note
"Again, by no means let's get stuck.
Again, by all means let's get around.

Again, brother, I won't keep this long:
I don't want a life I may end.
The point, my brother, by will will not be hard to get to.
I don't need to be mine to get shocked.

Evil like a god I could have been,
I was sixteen and here I let it drop.
Even screechin' bugs lie on the back,
they wring their neck and find a breakthrough.

Evil like a god you could have been too,
you just didn't threaten who you are.
Dreamers catch the pack they won't belong to,
don't merely head for sickening fun,
head back long ago, when the sound was made flesh.

I've met too many cowards in my life
to have no mental reservations here...

To transcend the shrimp I once used to be
it took some kind of divine up-thrust.
It takes long yet to stretch the Devil's back, bro'
you'll just sight some land when
you know you know, time will be right
to make shreds of you and let you fall..."

[53.644.799 pages following]
Track Name: Sundrum Ln
Wait, I can stop
To blow me up and hie away.
Blend insomnia tonight.

Hey, a ghost roe deer!
Tonight I hide away
And ruddy as it seems,
Ruddy like the sage that we loam.

Ramble on the Sundrum Ln,
Elbow through the fire, never get the same.
Hijack your December run and you have got in eleven.

Whales roam again as we divined.
How lone and frail can be defined?

And I roam, I’m suffered to hate.
I dug out a hole. My colour rose and…

Ramble on the Sundrum Ln,
Elbow thru the fire, never get the same.
Hijack your December run and you
Ruddy as it seems,
Ruddy like the sage that we loam.
It ruddies thru your eyes,
Ruddies as a side wave will foam.

How lone and frail can be defined?
Track Name: Ultramarine Blues
(Come through: how long will you care?)
Track Name: The Science of Hidden Purposes
Unlay his scars,
Then frame for him a yarn tonight
So much to set him free to tell
How around the core meaning, tonight
Spins a smokescreen of words.
America, don’t foretell for me a day to moon,
Away and over, free to tell.

Stare into my eyes,
Difficult to give it up when
Everything’s a drug,
Difficult to feel and here I’m
Careful not to hurt,
Difficult to gather if we
Play at scaring flies,
Difficult I’m over every usage of my eyes.
Track Name: Revolution in Yr Tongue
Hey my friend, again: it’s not the end.
Be sure not to tell anybody.
I’m sure in disguise you'll cause great surprise.
Put on a white dress, hold your breath,
trust in who we are and nothing else matters...
Track Name: Green Ice
My hand
it waned for a year, so
heal my arm.

My hand
it waned on a mere, so
swinge my heart.

It waned into the sea
and we work on through the beat.
Our colours can be saved,
we don't tread on new disgrace.

My hand
yearns for your heel so...
it swings my heart.

It's swinging to the sea
and we work on through the Beast.
The Devil tunes his say
and we work on through His grave,
we don't tread on new disgrace.
In a sudden trance, our hordes
they will lead a silent war.
Green ice.