As Loud As Hell

by Artificial Comet

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1.
THE VULTURES, THE LEACHES They come at night, flying under radar to take your life and everything you have they rob you blind, they kill your loved ones they plant their poison seeds deep in the seats of power The vultures, the leaches… Here they come Enjoy your ignorance, you think such things don't exist Only conspiracy theories that lunatics tell until they come for you breaking through back door it’s already too late your life has turned into hell The vultures, the leaches… Here they come "We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives.” - The Active Side of Infinity - Carlos Castaneda's Don Juan's Teachings
2.
NO WINNING BET Worn suitcase filed with bottles Slashed tires, dusty road Unfinished letter in the drawer Dry land craving for a raindrop Oh yeah, I know There’s another mile to go There is so much more to see Keep on living anyway Cardboard houses in back alley Radio out of tune Black ashtray filled with memories An old guitar with broken strings Oh yeah, I know It’s too late for my ‘I told you so’ And there is nothing I could say As I watch you turn away It seems like no winning bet, Unlucky ones Feels like a winter’s tale Yeah, yeah….Yeahhh Hang on in there It lingers on like undelivered mail Yeah, yeah….Yeahhh
3.
END OF THE YEAR The death of the false economy This is the end of money x2 The end of the world poverty This is the end of the greed x2 It is the way for us all to be free This is the end of our needs x2 As we’re closing the end of the year We regaining our self confidence As we’re choosing a life without fear, Finding long lost part of ourselves As the clock strikes twelve we say cheers, Reboot the system and start on clean End of the year End of our needs… end of the greed… end of money
4.
The Game 02:36
THE GAME I’ve been here for so many lives And I’m so tired of this game I’ve played and lost so many times And I am still Trapped on this planet of duality to find who I am When you feel down just whisper quietly my name I will be right there to hold you tight and comfort you This world will never be ours It’s not designed to be that way You’re at your darkest hour Still dreaming for the day when all your troubles’ gone No one can help you resolve worries on your mind I’ll simply be there to give you a shoulder to share the weight of the world The only thing that I’ve known It’s no use to play it, this game can’t be won Lessons in third density are the hardest to learn It’s the final test before you go home
5.
LITTLE GREEN CREATURES Sunny afternoon sky crystal blue A gentle puff-clouds playing in the wind Mushrooms and odorous weeds Asking myself: is all this real? Little green creatures are hiding in the trees Looking for a victim conspire and sneak Little green creatures are coming after me Gnashing their teeth hungry for fresh meat You shouldn’t take a bite This house is made of candy, acid sticks and silver teeth Calm starry night I’m riding in my car suddenly my engine stops ray of light lit my rooftop Little grey creatures are hiding behind the clouds in their saucer shaped vehicles, stalking astronauts Little grey creatures in their bases underground Their victims of experiments are nowhere to be found You’re taken for a ride to Archuleta Mountain Encounters of fourth kind… you’re taken for a ride to Montauk, Long Island Encounters of fourth kind…
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IF EVERYONE WERE PUNKS, THERE WOULD BE NO NEED FOR PUNK ROCK If all the people in this world were punks There would be no need for punk rock music If all the people in this world were cops They might not have a concept of fascism If we were the same We probably wouldn’t be here
7.
Hashim 03:24
HASHIM Starts with the G and D Vibrating strings Strange chemical induced Is the sound Hashim Radiates, radiates, radiates… The pulse of inner space Sweet feedback This wave is a sound, The sound is a wave Liberating mind from mental slavery Bursts into flames It turns to fire Takes all away, My soul’s desire Radiates, radiates, radiates… The pulse of inner space Hee, hey, hoo This wave is a sound, The sound is a wave Liberating mind from mental slavery

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Radney Stanchev - vocals, guitars
Kaloyan 'Kany' Georgiev - bass, vocals

recorded at Demo Tape Recordings
producer Radney Stanchev

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released August 8, 2014

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Artificial Comet Ruse, Bulgaria

Artificial Comet is a punk rock band formed in Ruse, Bulgaria, in 2012. Founded by lead singer and guitarist Radney Stanchev and bassist Kaloyan “Kany” Georgiev, In August 2014 the band released their debut album “As Loud as Hell” through the independent record label Demo Tape Recordings. In 2016 Nikolay Danev join the band on the drums. ... more

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