Live in The Netherlands

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1.
Brittle air for blue lungs Shuttle fare for radiant tongues Untie your sleeping sores to wake up scratching Rejecting deathreign in a moment of bewilderment REDEEM REDEEM DEMAND DEMAND CONTORT CONTORT REALITY REALITY Basement and backyard skymachine bleachers A corroded drone is all that is left Abate my eyes with bear traps and snares The fear pounds in your chest Like claustrophobic demons Brittle air for blue lungs Shuttle fare for radiant tongues Untie your sleeping sores to wake up scratching Rejecting deathreign in a moment of bewilderment And the fear pounds in your chest like claustrophobic demons The mummified trauma of daylight delusions Dilapidated posture dazzled by filth Baking soda smile - Jackknife in the passenger seat Sit back and watch retired ambitions croak Fascination is wearing thin Hag-ridden abscessed teeth of hope The wrecking ball toll of crushed coal dreams Decoding the pearls in the whirlwind Disposable antidotes as fragmental cutthroats These plastic superhero suits are starting to choke CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE REDEEM REDEEM DEMAND DEMAND CONTORT CONTORT REALITY REALITY It hits like a kick in the gut Smashed through the floor To find (out) what I was looking for Rusty brain matter floating in rainwater
2.
On a mattress of salt On a sea of wounds And only my arms for oars White-knuckle dream ride Cling on for dear life Fare thee well my black-hole bride My mirage cocoon of horses sail into the sky It’s so strange What life looks like When you’re falling Falling Falling through the cracks Is there anyone there On the other side? Do they know who you are? Can they bring you back? And in my deepest darkest dreams The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing In the heart of my brain There’s something coming And it will never leave you behind It’s pulling you and tugging you Til the light goes out in your eyes When fate hangs you out You out to dry When you’re finally coming apart Then you’ll start to know why And in my deepest darkest dreams The rattle of black teeth is growing and growing In the heart of my brain On a mattress of salt On a sea of wounds And only my arms for oars White-knuckle dream ride Cling on for dear life Fare thee well my black-hole bride
3.
(Their wings block out the sunlight from my sky) In shifting I watch the flies gather over this picture like a sheath / Wrap their lips around its secret and deceit Suck the light from my eyes and burrow beneath my skin / And when it called I let it in Swallow your soul and cut a hole right into you / They shudder and shake and cut a road A body that lay like a stone stargazing now / shivers with life of its own Make me a host / Make me a palace, parasite / Pull out the walls of my world And build me anew / Build me from your antipathy / Shameless, complete and unfurled A most becoming host / There's no pain here - a strange salvation to find All confusion is simply traffic on these wires / Only hunger like a furnace Only longing in the chaos / Gaps that burn with contemplation Blister and split with a new infectious greed / A most becoming host *Swallow your soul / and cut a hole right into you / They shudder and shake and cut a road A body that lay like a stone stargazing now / shivers with life of its own Make me a host / Make me a palace parasite / Pull out the walls of my world And build me anew / Build me from your antipathy / Shameless, complete and unfurled (*Their wings block out the sunlight from my sky)
4.
Ciphers unleashing throngs from a blazing throat Swallows of sulphur, Swallows of Sanctuary's hope In misted trains arranged Spores in suspended rain Course under spells On predator wings Blank invocations, Hollow and mute control Binding the ruptures, Wringing the features strange How will I mould you? How will I fill your eyes? Slithers in silver or chiseled from pyrite and lime? In misted trains arranged Spores in suspended rain Course under spells On predator wings Paradigm sweepers, Obsidian minds Scanning the starlight for signs Hues of dementia blur at their sides And the boundaries of energy fray and decline Their strange eyes shine Fused to another Palms raised to goad Wisdom from ether They form holes between worlds That I follow with an eagerness Down the dark slides and passages Into gloom Where wide, white pools of reflection embrocate and charge their bones Bleach out my memories back to the core Where knowledge is energy And magick is a cannibal, animal fire Reign in the spores Spoils of my soul Adhered to worlds below They form holes between worlds... Conjure my others under my features Doused in the river, pure and in pieces Seek out my brothers, snuff out the candles All of your emptiness I shall dismantle
5.
What would it take to smother these crones? From scratch starts the sloping off To a wilderness Undertow colossal leads me like lead Past life trespassers Sold strange to my soiled my eyes Underwater rain parade I can’t collide! Oh Lord… What would it take to smother these crones? Let’s get skeletal Necro-spiritual There’s murder in the cronehouse tonight Their skullharp scriptures Catholic boyschool We’ll smother the bones of our past tonight Let’s get skeletal Necro-spiritual!! Skulls grin from passing cars Through the traffic of the dead They laugh me up their ancient sleeves Into the borderless beyond Wayside pastors gracing black pastures “I’m boarding sinking ships”* Oh please God smother these crones Let’s get skeletal Necro-spiritual There’s murder in the cronehouse tonight Their skullharp scriptures Catholic boyschool We’ll smother the bones of our past tonight Let’s get skeletal Necro-spiritual!!
6.
The statues are tilted In priest-like poses They’re moving their arms In rhythmical dreams Possession is the medicine For the tainted blurred within Lined up on pedestals In pestilent postures Possession is the medicine For the tainted words whim Imprisoned in spine Tending lights in the tunnels Speaking in tongues Shining in spasms The invisible presence And his toxic torrents The clocks have all slowed To the sound of howling throats Acrid fumes on the horned horizon Altars stained with blood Cutting off thrones to spite the face All phantoms underground Walk with me now Possession is the medicine! Memorial wolds of fanaticism Medicate the worship within Nefarious roads of old omens The overpowering will Disturbance in the root of the self A loose thread reveals In too deep to turn back now Just a spoonful of hate Helps the medicine go down! Possession is the medicine!
7.
Wading gapers lash & mow / And in flicking pitch / They call from the bottom / Restless arms / Stretching-out Blindly bat at the scent of the surface / Where a nodding forest draws / Sweet airs from the sky / To weep down upon them Beneath the crust / Skin like chalk / Features eroded & cracked hulls breaking-up / A sigh / That flies straight like an arrow To bury itself beyond these halls of mould / Reprieve / Rise a bolt from the strong will / Another clambers onto / The Lazarus Cord A line like dried skin, pearl & taught / Hangs through the barbs and lips of the shadow / Pressed by wide / Thirsty eyes Wet with failure and wild with devotion / At its base a brawl of souls / Scrambled structures, flapping and broken Fallen high / from the cord / Dashed apart on the shards of their fathers / Alone upon that ivory line / A figure climbs the rope from the rotten heap / Back to life / Out of death / Watched by ancient, toothless and open mouths / Bawling out their crimes to the shadow Elemental, hoarse and forgotten / Beneath the crust / Skin like chalk / Features eroded and cracked hulls breaking-up / A sigh... - And the rope reclaims a soul / - To its weave of sinews / Enervating, the dust on their dry fingers / In a slow-formed intimated cascade Curling smokres step across and, embracing, / Like hunting nerves they scavenge for reason / On the Lazarus Cord - And the rope reclaims a soul / - To its weave of sinews / Blind husks cling to the cord / leveled, their gaze at the / roots and the damp soil, lined soft with light gossamer / Beheld from the catacomb / by piercing black diamonds / A glazed and gelid ether As waters over / Waxen features / Their eyes a glass / In granite seizure / But it's all that matters / It's all that matters now On the Lazarus Cord
8.
Night limbs lean out to trace those long roots The many arteries of this forest And somewhere in its web I can find rest Feeling entirely all the fractures of this space. It shines out on hunters in stasis Frozen in the membrane of night Rapt under the Moon's cool skin on earth And charged with purpose I trap a fragment An echo strapped in amber Moth-like and held from home. You, then, are my reluctant tutor And through you I interpret the stark lunar stare The mad visitation Savour – fasting guardians of night A black watch on the heath stilled by low currents Grace – trickles of scent and heat Fissures affixed as petrified twine Bask – vain sepulchral hairs Whose blossom aches and huddles close Course – milk-light over hushed hearts And breath's crystal hung celestial For you the bellicose thorns wind Like secret serpents from light For you the players sway on a stage of alabaster Clasping their hands Clasping their hands Bold in rich cobalts From a bottomless well An amour of ivories Sutures of spell Don't fade in my prism I shall empty your book And deliver to midnight The majesty took Shine! Flood the fields deranged Silver-white stain It seeps to draw the wonder through the web To teeter at the edge For your gaze turns the cold stone And bears a monument out of waste For your dead walk ingrains Life with Death And makes marvels of the gradients
9.
Brass dogs 08:43
Street lamps stoop and kiss the street Cover their eyes in the blazing heat Turn the night against the sky Fold it through the moon The light slides down the reptile tiles And gently lie Run you through the streets of night Run from the sound of laughing Knock you out and hold you down I hear brass dogs barking Break your head against the wall Strike the night it’s blinding The stars are sharp the moon rotates It doesn’t glide it’s grinding I’ve wasted time within your mind Time that I came clean Show this stallion city buck And trample my subversion dream What’s it like to shout your name Ten thousand voices asking? I try to speak it but I hear The brass dogs barking near Down around the back Stand up pushed down Backs against the wall Pushed over pulled back In the alley taken behind Like a puck on your back That turns as you turn Turning with you Like an imp on your back That titters as you turn Worming into you Trample city flay your hooves Call us home Our city, our city, our city Our city breeds a twisted creed Crepuscular creatures seethe Try to sleep then just be silent Coast the edge of dreams I’ll curl around you but I hear The brass dogs barking near I’ll curl around you but I hear The brass dogs barking near Trample city flay your hooves Call us home Our city, our city, our city Down around the back Stand up pushed down Backs against the wall Pushed over pulled back In the alley taken behind Like a puck on your back That turns as you turn Turning with you Like an imp on your back That titters as you turn Worming into you Tin cans skitter the ground Mimic the sound Of brass dogs barking The brass dogs are barking... The brass dogs are barking...

about

In november 2014, we set up three shows for avantgarde masters Code from the United Kingdom, performing with Aeternus, Heimdalls Wacht, Kjeld and Laster. They marked the return to The Netherlands for the first time since 2009, on their tour with Sólstafir and Secrets Of The Moon. Five years went by and the progression was noticably huge. The bands' third album, "Augur nox" had been released in the mean time and the band has a new lineup. Two of the shows were recorded professionally and mixed afterwards by Aort and compiled into one album. As impressed as the result was, he suggested us the idea to release them. Being huge Code fanatics, we didn’t have to think twice about that.
The sound here is on the rough side but still clear. Don't expect a lo-fi wash of noise with unrecognizable vocals in the distance, nor an overproduced, overcompressed recording with studio overdubs. Code's own style of avantgarde yet flowing and progressive style is captured very well on these live recording. All first three albums are represented - top notch musicianship, classy songwriting and well executed vocals hit the nail right on the head here. Imagine a mix of Ved Buens Ende, Arcturus, Katatonia and Emperor, executed live in a perfect setting.
What makes these recordings even more special, is that these might be the last live shows for Code for ever, since some members have announced to move to other continents... This live CD is truly a legacy to the stunning performances of Code.

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released June 1, 2015

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