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Killer
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Killer wurde am 20. Oktober 2023 von Mute als Teil des Albums the killer veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum20. Oktober 2023
LabelMute
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM100

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crime & the City Solution
Crime & the City Solution
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simon Bonney
Simon Bonney
Composer
Bronwyn Bonney
Bronwyn Bonney
Composer
Donald Baldie
Donald Baldie
Composer
Frederic Jacques
Frederic Jacques
Composer
Georgio Valentino
Georgio Valentino
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bronwyn Adams
Bronwyn Adams
Mixing Engineer
Martin J. Fiedler
Martin J. Fiedler
Producer

Songtexte

I am destruction and birth
A howling wind born of earth
Shame will take you to the darkest places
A corridor of scowling faces
Robs you of your grace
Wears it away, leaves no trace
I am the king's bitter pill
The future shaped by someone else's will
Cut the tendons in their feet
You can't work, you can't eat
Cut the tendons in their feet
You can't work, you can't eat
Revenge, I suppose
For treading on that big man's toes
Blooded by kin with love and care
He will not ask you, "Is that fair?"
Who is the man not born to belong
Not to other those marked as wrong
I alone own the truth
Foundation stone to timbered roof
'Tis mine, from my hand forged
The iron to bridge the savage gorge
I'm no good to you anymore
Take me back to that desert shore
Take me back to eternal war
I have lived a life extreme
Count the dead bodies in my dreams
In the service of selfish men
Where the truth wriggles and bends
I did not mean
I did not mean
To become so mean
Why can't we cry
For all we left behind that died?
Why didn't we die
With all the dead we left behind?
Thesis and antithesis plough the earth
Give cause to nature's violent birth
Dugong bones bleached white, a desert night, grace
Buildings made of driftwood, the procession of the dead, grace
Freed from time but tied to place, grace
Footprints dissolve in surf without trace
Cut the tendons in their feet
Human kindness in retreat
Cut the tendons in their feet
You can't work, you can't eat
Revenge, I suppose
For treading on that big man's toes
I feel your pain, please don't kill me
I feel your pain, please don't kill me
I feel your pain, please don't kill me
I feel your pain, please don't kill me
One day there will come a rain
Across that arid desert plain
Where friend and foe in common aim
Will kill the king and erase the stain
And there history will begin again
I can't love you anymore
Take me back to that desert shore
I have lived a life extreme
Count the dead bodies in my dreams
In the service of hungry men
Where the truth wriggles and bends
I did not mean
I did not mean
To become so mean
Why can't we cry
For all we left behind that died?
Why can't we cry
With all the dead we left behind?
The first face of power
The last to hear the hour
The king dies alone in a room
Calling out unanswered to whom?
Do not lionise this king
The cult of him
To him you are just, at best, a useful thing (Alone in love)
Do not imagine that you had a choice (Unattained)
Power does not need to raise its voice (Never to know you)
(Again)
The king dies alone in a room
Calling out unanswered to whom?
You will not know him
You will not know him
Love, love in a time of violence
Love, love in a time of violence
Love, love in a time of violence
Love, love in a time of violence
Show me your God now
Show me your God now
Show me your God now
Show me your God now
Written by: Bronwyn Bonney, Donald Baldie, Frederic Jacques, Georgio Valentino, Simon Bonney
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