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this is where silence comes from

by Bleeding Tongues

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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)
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A Good Heart 02:46
Instrumental (In Memory of Florence Eleanor McClenahan Aug. 19, 1925 - Aug. 2, 2011
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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)
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Instrumental (In Memory of Jesse Louis Bennett Aug. 14, 1978 - Sept. 30, 2011
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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)
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Instrumental (In memory of Elaine Patrice McClenahan Sept. 9, 1954 - Nov. 6, 2010)
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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)

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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 November 11, 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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