Sliced & Bred 2

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released March 23, 2014

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Sliced & Bred is an experimental sound collage artist.

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Track Name: See You In Hel (Or In Communism)
The age of cyberspace is the age of philosophy
Eat strawberry shortcake and watch Russian tanks out of the window
I’m too arrogant to ever be dogmatic
So I’ll see you in the Hel that is Other People

EVERYONE IS FORCED TO BE A PHILOSOPHER
EVERYONE IS FORCED TO BE OTHER PEOPLE
EVERYONE IS FORCED TO BE A PHILOSOPHER
EVERYONE IS FORCED TO BE IN HEL
Track Name: Despair
Thus the living, lone and sobbing,
In the throes of anguish throbbing,
With the loathsome Furies robbing
Night and noon of peace and rest.
But beyond the groans and grating
Of abhorrent Life, is waiting
Sweet Oblivion, culminating
All the years of fruitless quest.

Evil wings in ether beating;
Vultures at the spirit eating;
Things unseen forever fleeting
Black against the leering sky.
Ghastly shades of bygone gladness,
Clawing fiends of future sadness,
Mingle in a cloud of madness
Ever on the soul to lie.


But the stream of Time, swift flowing,
Brings the torment of half-knowing—
Dimly rushing, blindly going
Past the never-trodden lea;
And the voyager, repining,
Sees the wicked death-fires shining,
Hears the wicked petrel’s whining
As he helpless drifts to sea.

Once, I think I half remember,
Ere the grey skies of November
Quench’d my youth’s aspiring ember,
Liv’d there such a thing as bliss;
Skies that now are dark were beaming,
Gold and azure, splendid seeming
Till I learn’d it all was dreaming—
Deadly drowsiness of Dis.

O’er the midnight moorlands crying,
Thro’ the cypress forests sighing,
In the night-wind madly flying,
Hellish forms with streaming hair;
In the barren branches creaking,
By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking,
Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking;
Damn’d daemons of despair.