Demos (No Gods, No Mastering)

by Early Labyrinth

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Rough demos in all of their muddy glory...

Written, recorded and performed by Christopher Kline in Berlin, 2019
Backing vocals on tracks 1, 2, 3, 5, and 7 by Aude Levère

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released October 25, 2019

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Early Labyrinth Berlin, Germany

Thematically Punk.

World Premiere November 14th at WESTGERMANY, Berlin www.facebook.com/events/1224866117720019/

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Track Name: Guns Don't Kill People, Cops Kill People [Demo]
Guns Don't Kill People, Cops Kill People

Guns don't kill people
Cops kill people
so let's kill that evil beast inside of ourselves

People love them some
Stockholm Syndrome
when you think that your oppressor's
there to protect you

Oh, that's state control:
Blue Wall of Silence
like a dam on a blood reservoir
Oh, those bullet holes?
they're just the punctuation
on the statement that this racist system's making:

Thoughts and prayers and shallow sympathies
calls for calm restraint...
Well, there ain't no need for nuanced niceties:
Fuck this police state.

Oh, sorry to let you know
there ain't no accidents, the program's running
just like it's supposed to

You say ya hate cops but if you're ever in a
scary situation who's gonna show up
two hours later all condescending
and never follow up ever?

Guns don't kill people
Cops kill people
so let's kill that evil beast inside of ourselves

People love them some
Stockholm Syndrome
when you think that your oppressor's
there to protect you

Thoughts and prayers and shallow sympathies
calls for calm restraint...
Well, there ain't no need for nuanced niceties:
Fuck this police state.
Track Name: Living Proof (The System Works For Them) [Demo]
Living Proof (The System Works For Them)

The tree remembers what the axe forgets –
A culture tried to hitch-hike to Funky Town
but ended up on Rikers Isle
Yeah we can laugh about it,
laugh about it, laugh about it now.
(uncomfortably.)

A sick fixation on migration of the traumatized from
countries with death squads that you funded
now you act surprised
It's only natural somebody's gonna have to try
to sanctify by TV dy-no-mite

Cuz violence is as American as cherry pie
as syphilis and burning crosses in the night
as ouija boards and waterboards and dollar signs
the ones in your eyes...

Living Proof the system works
the system works for them
spend your hard-earned money
to help support their death machine

I can't believe the apathy
the Nazi sympathies...
enough analogies, I miss it
back when all the punks were singing:

"Living Proof the system works
the system works for them
spend your hard-earned money
to help support their death machine"
I can't believe we're still beneath
this corporatocracy
almost embarrassing to listen
now that all you hypocrites are singing...

Give me your zealots, opportunists
and their kidnap victims
Give me your cruelest
your most ruthlessly religious visions
your biggest suckers, motherfuckers
we've got land to pillage
your treaty-breakers,
oh, those natives?
simply burn the village

And now today, you wanna murder?
well we'll pay for college
You get impunity
We get whatever we can salvage
Can almost hear those white supremacist
founding fathers laughing bout it now
Track Name: Pillaging The Ripe Orchards of Faith [Demo]
Pillaging The Ripe Orchards Of Faith

Well their death cult's on the rise
Pillaging the ripe orchards of faith
smothered under history's weight

Inhumanity defined
Man, they're worshiping a torture device
praying for the skull and scythe

They've instrumentalized our
inability to comprehend our demise
our natural fear of the truth
omnicide in their eyes
byzantine in their tools

Dance through the fire and the brimstone
burning in their minds
They wanted blood
but only holy water's raining from the sky

We're their children, ostracized
Hey Hosana, whatcha want me to say?
Blame it on your judgement day

Coveted it once or twice
but damn, people love a beating drum
People want a smoking gun

They've institutionalized
our mythological fears
the flickering shadows thrown on
the cavern walls made of mirrors
hastening death with their lies
the burning up atmosphere

Dance through the fire and the brimstone
burning in their minds
They wanted blood
but only holy water's raining from the sky

Yeah they're just sycophants
claiming falsehoods to hide behind

Dance through the fire and the brimstone
burning in their minds
Track Name: Goodnight Tschernobyl [Demo]
Goodnight Tschernobyl
drifting off to endless sleep
drifting off to endless sleep
Goodnight Tschernobyl
blowing through your empty streets
blowing through your empty streets

Waiting up for her touch
the western world won't stop pretending, will she?
sighing out to that half-life of desperate sky

Rising up from decay
the crucible inside you set alight
throwing off that blanket of April night

Neutron pain in your bones
that sour ache that keeps you awake at night
pining for times preindustrialized

Science can't wish her back
and Perestroika left you in the dirt
hearing something that almost
sounds like words
it must be birds
between the trees you're running, screaming:
They've returned! They've returned!
But so alone you can't be heard
Track Name: Letter From the McDonald's on Guantanamo [Demo]
Letter from the McDonald's on Guantanamo

Dear Mom, Dad, Peg and Jackson,

I'm sitting here at the McDonald's on Guantanamo.
I'm not sure if this letter will make it, or that I'll send it
but I wanted to write this out for a while now.

Yeah so, we had him in the cold, chained to the floor. Haha.
We had a hood on his head,
and then we beat him some more.

All this torture, and I just went along.
From behind this Cactus Curtain
I'm not sure whose side we're on.
At least war crimes qualify me for
a decent job at the Pentagon.

We were drunk, singing Guantanamera,
holding in our laughs
during the mock executions;
Retribution, we said.
Laughing as we pissed on the Quran in his hand,
laughing like hell as we ripped off his pants,
Nine hundred and eleven ways to die without a trace
we rubbed his face in the particulars

and I heard him as he wept alone
A sudden pang of conscience
as I destroyed interrogation logs.
Will these war crimes qualify me for
a discharge or just a disorder?

I've been longing for
Sundays sitting in church
back in East Tennessee.
"Infidels," we joked.
But now what's haunting my dreams
are all the ghost detainees.

I know that Uncle Mark's probably calling me pussy now.
I got the black-site blues and cold feet...
he'd say pull out all his teeth, and drown all his children
a watery grave down in the Caribbean
but we were arming these guys when they was Mujahideen.

Like we gave two shits about New York before,
singing "send me to hell or New York City"
Momma, I don't care no more.

Anyway, how's everyone back home?
How's grandma?

Love,
your son
Track Name: To My Unborn Daughters [Demo]
To My Unborn Daughters

To my unborn daughters
who will one day know the pain
of their mother's mother's mother's mothers
pressed like dried flowers
between the sky and the ground
it's in your blood now

And to my unborn daughters
who will one day learn the secrets
of a world that lingers just beneath the surface
and that for all its pain and hurtin'
humanity ain't nothing but a bloody curtain

And I promise that your mother
is the most beautiful woman you will find
for I chose her as a gift to you
that you may look and speak like her in time

Don't hold your ghosts inside you child
Cuz their darkness is better shared with the sun
and live a life of kindness, love
cuz the world is sleeping
and needs the summer of your eyes to wake it up

I will be there with you
the very first time that you hear
the boiling kettle of the ocean's ocean's oceans
but I will not be with you
when your heart first learns to open
and to love another one
outside your bloodline

and I know that you will struggle
to understand all of the horrors in this life
But that you'll carry on regardless
when death takes me and your loved ones from your side

Don't hold your ghosts inside you child
Cuz their darkness is better shared with the sun
and live a life a kindness, love
cuz the world is sleeping
and needs the summer of your eyes to wake it up
it needs the summer of your eyes
Track Name: Severed Heads Can't Sing [Demo]
Severed Heads Can't Sing

Batten down the hatches on your country club, your second home
We're taking your colonial war trophies and your hoarded spoils
We've infiltrated your bunkers, your panic rooms
your off-shore is our backyard
we are your children sleepwalking through your halls
we are your circuit boards

So wheel out the guillotines
we'll drag you out from your limousines
You think you've earned it, that you deserve it
and that's the worst part
so hush now you philistines

You know the words by heart
but sadly severed heads can't sing
We're melting down your driveway for tar
and gathering feathers from your duvets

The rising of these corporeal waves
the consequence of wars you've waged
Amnesia of the culture's blamed
but weapons deals you've brokered have your name engraved
and your beach-front property
is not a defensible position
and as you're rambling about your philanthropy shhhhh...
you can hear them coming if you listen

So wheel out the guillotines
we'll drag you out from your limousines

You know the words by heart
but sadly severed heads can't sing
We're melting down your driveway for tar
and gathering feathers from your duvets
Track Name: Ballad for an Ex-Teenage Revolutionary [Demo]
Ballad for an Ex-Teenage Revolutionary

Pissin' in the wind of violence
bracing for end times
Your friends are all out drinking
you're home writing party lines
They're probably all informants anyway
I wouldn't be surprised
what with all the threats and hatred
the mass incarcerations

When beating all the ideology
out of them gets tired
You're singing about ambitions
whether noble or otherwise,
talking hostages in basements
and then going into hiding
but we're coming out complacent
with kids and renovations

And praying for a war
to take us away from here
The belly of the beast
has stomach pains my dear
Well if we can't have self-determination
an island will have to do –
some isolation

Scapegoats prying at the gates gettin'
close but no cigar
Our friends are all out voting
we're here sorting body parts We were
sexual we were revolutionary
picture perfect stalwarts
who gave up all that liberation
for a cheap package vacation

They're praying for a war
to take us away from here
The belly of the beast
has stomach pains my dear
Well if we can't have self-determination
an island will have to do –
some isolation
Track Name: Sleeper Cells (We're Older Now) [Demo]
Sleeper Cells (We're Older Now)

Suicided our old selves to find
a paradigm a kid could believe in
we wrote away for books and vinyl
delivered to the woods

Threw away my old youth Bible
sick and tired of how it portrayed women
threw out my rap tapes while I was at it
sold my sell-outs second hand

Our mothers cried when we went vegan
hard to relate when kids are just so far from death
Ripping out those Nazi teenagers
like wisdom teeth with righteous wrath

and I know you'll say we're older now
and I know that all those vivisectors have retired
But I hope we've just gone underground
That this boring adult life ain't mine, it can't be mine

Smashing glass with baseball bats
is a natural right of youth born in this
dumpster fire of a culture mired in its superficial shit

We brought the Weather Underground
to speak to our high school class about Mumia
Salvadoran death squads and Monsanto on our lips

For all these homophobic heathens
was it ever even possible to proselytize?
Even with all these open secrets
somehow a person with a brain can still trust the FBI

and I know you say we're older now
and I know most of those whaling ships
are mothballed fleets
but I still hope we've gone underground
That this boring adult in the mirror isn't me

Consider going along for the ride
or suicide but there's no use in leaving
waiting for the chance to die
or show how real you used to fake

What will the woodwork reveal
when drawing lines in the sand of convenience?
Sleeper cells of moms and dads
with some tough decisions to make.
Track Name: Wasteland [Demo]
Wasteland

What a waste
what a waste
what a waste
what a wasteland
what a wasteland we're living on


Been too long
we're wishing on our satellites
savagery always projected elsewhere
but barbarism's here
your head's the wasteland
this is where your fear really lies

Love's out the window
love's on the way out

Sages say we are the plague
the pestilence
Darkling plain, a sterile rain of shrapnel
Yes, barbarism's here
your head's the wasteland
vast in its cognitive dissonance,
its mercenary state-sanctioned violence
Track Name: Lonely Leviathan (You & I) [Demo]
Lonely Leviathan

Fragrance of smoldering pyres
architecture consumed in vines
Lonely Leviathan,
that world-eater, waiting

Before humanity destroys itself
we'll find a way to melt between space and time
The only thing beside the birds and trees
that will remain the same
is you and I

Nascent armies descending
vexed to nightmare, she's screaming somewhere

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