this is where silence comes from

by Bleeding Tongues

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THERE ARE SOME THINGS WHICH CANNOT BE UNDONE. TO BE ERASED FROM EVERYONE'S CONSCIOUSNESS IS ONE OF THE WORST FATES I CAN THINK OF. BUT I WILL HOLD NO DELUSIONS OF AN AFTERLIFE. WE MUST FACE THE FACTS: THE DEAD ARE GONE FOREVER. THIS IS NOT AN EASY THING TO ADMIT TO ONESELF. BUT TO FILL YOUR HEAD WITH FALSE PROMISES IS A DEGRADATION OF THE HEART OF HUMANITY. THE TEXTS WHICH MAKE UP SUCH IMAGINARY BELIEFS ARE PLAGIARIZED FROM ANCIENT EGYPTIAN MYTHS WHICH WERE, IN TURN, BASED ON THE PERSONIFICATION OF ASTRONOMICAL OCCURRENCES. THESE BOOKS ARE DEVOID OF LOGIC AND AN INSULT TO NATURE. OUR ONLY REWARDS FROM RELIGION HAVE COME IN THE FORM OF FALSE HOPE AND CENTURIES OF BLOODSHED. WE HAVE SUCH LIMITED TIME IN THIS LIFE. TO WASTE THAT PRECIOUS TIME WITH PRAYER AND WORSHIP IS, PERHAPS, THE WORST FATE OF ALL. INSTEAD, I HAVE CHOSEN TO HONOR THE LIVES OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE PASSED WITH THIS MUSIC WHICH I HAVE WRITTEN, PLAYED, AND RECORDED OVER THE PAST YEAR. I FEEL THAT WE OWE IT TO THEM, AS WELL AS EVERYONE WHO KNEW THEM, TO KEEP THEIR MEMORY ALIVE SOMEHOW. RIGHT NOW, THIS VERY SECOND, IS YOUR TURN TO EXIST. BUT THIS GIFT OF LIFE YOU HOLD COULD BE OVER AT ANY MOMENT. WITH THAT IN MIND, YOU MIGHT WANT TO MAKE IT COUNT.
-MATT SVENDSEN, 2011

CONTACT: MATTSVENDSEN@GMAIL.COM

“IS GOD WILLING TO PREVENT EVIL, BUT NOT ABLE? THEN HE IS NOT OMNIPOTENT. IS HE ABLE, BUT NOT WILLING? THEN HE IS MALEVOLENT. IS HE BOTH ABLE AND WILLING? THEN WHENCE COMETH EVIL? IS HE NEITHER ABLE NOR WILLING? THEN WHY CALL HIM GOD?” -EPICURUS, BC 341-270

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released 11 November 2011

Written, performed, and recorded by Matt Svendsen, Portland, OR, 2011.

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Bleeding Tongues Portland, Oregon

I have been playing in political punk bands for the past 12 years. This is the form of music I've been involved with this whole time: punk & hardcore & nothing else. So this project is a change of pace and direction into that indescribable, slow, painfully sad genre that I think everyone has a soft spot for, whether they admit it or not. Full length album coming soon! -Matt Svendsen ... more

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Track Name: Bleeding Tongues (Black Lodge Mix)
how much blood must be shed
before we decide they've gone too far?
how many loved ones will we lose
before we are also lost?
and would you expect others
to view this in comfort?
continuing to take life for granted
how do we fuck up for so long?
we mourn our losses but what of theirs?
don't they have families?
or have our soldiers killed them too?
there is no one left but don't go find out why.
in a premeditated end only the wealthy survive.
and you know we were never invited
to their party, now is the time to crash it!
we've kept our mouths shut in this town for too long.
time for you to hear the insipid truth
about your perfect little innocent flag of freedom.
the freedom to sacrifice a civilian family
to an imperialist deity
while our tongues are still bleeding!
soon it will be your turn to meet their god
and you will certainly fucking deserve it
because you refuse to hear that insipid truth
no matter how often we scream it.
what will it take for the masses
to finally find the fucking courage
to write their own destiny?
(for every victim of U.S. imperialism)
Track Name: A Good Heart
Instrumental
(In Memory of Florence Eleanor McClenahan Aug. 19, 1925 - Aug. 2, 2011
Track Name: Picures To Prove We Once Existed
the silence of hearts stopping
is indiscriminate and overwhelming
the entire world and every good thing
simply quit happening.
inerasable memories and dreams,
however few, will still flourish
in these bleeding, broken hearts
which only sing momentarily.
everything we did and said
in all those hours of cold darkness
in that room where time stopped just for us
every moment counted in the end.
and we never wanted to say goodbye.
put on the polish so when it wears off
and you took pictures to prove
we will all feel better knowing
we were in the same trance with you.
what could i have done or said
to keep you here with us today?
last time we looked up at the stars together
you knew it was goodbye, didn’t you?
(for Betony Nuri Knauss, December 24th, 1980 - September 17th, 1999 and her mother Marcella Maurine Ricky, September 19th, 1955 - July 4th, 1997)
Track Name: Time Reversed
Instrumental
(In Memory of Jesse Louis Bennett Aug. 14, 1978 - Sept. 30, 2011
Track Name: We're Going To Live Forever (Someday)
ascending from our desolate compulsions,
life-long growing pains, and all for what?
through reckless decades we somehow survived
just to see it all end like this?
with all the tortured people in need of hope
a mission to bring uncompromising inspiration.
could we have spoken of such selfless fragility?
such unrelenting courage and motivation
in the face of hostility?
no, i won’t "get over it,” i won’t follow suit.
this round you know it’s not “going to be okay”
all i want to hear from you is that
we’re going to live forever someday.
how could we say anyone deserves this?
if there’s a god he's at the top of my shit-list.
why did we survive to see it all end this way?
how many more lives will be cheated
and stolen and forever erased?
for my last words to her i’d say
we’re going to live forever someday
(In loving memory of Kate Marias Shore,
November 11th, 1980 - January 3rd, 2006)
Track Name: This Is Where Silence Comes From
Instrumental
(In memory of Elaine Patrice McClenahan Sept. 9, 1954 - Nov. 6, 2010)
Track Name: Shooting Stars Over Vsetín
it should never have to happen this way.
why must it be so absolute and commonplace?
i can’t live with all this devout destruction
caused by so-called natural selection and depression.
if i be still enough i might survive this exit.
i could say i lost control
i never had it to begin with.
just as a night on those streets is a universal gift;
so is the empty feeling of a loss like this.
our eulogy played from
the only lit window,
reminding us this type
of connection can’t fucking last.
the affliction of denial
is the very skin we live and die in
and just like them, when it’s over
we’re not ever coming back.
and all the upsetting things
which keep us from sleep;
nothing could have prepared us
for all of this grief.
the only cure for the pain of hope
is being reassured by possibilities.
our continents will connect again
but by then we’ll all be long dead.
...we'll all be ...long dead.
and i still wonder if those two stars
were meant to be aimed at you and me.
i confess it’s what I hoped for,
to be forever liberated from our miseries.
(for Karolina Misiewicz and her family)