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Constructions beyond reality

by Horrahedd

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I was a silhouette upon a vagabond with no sincerity, nothing was tangible I knew a lady, her features were hazy she loved to hide as the invisible lady but put her in a Bedlah and add some raqs Sharki and you’ve got an Al Jeel Diva with a shimmy to die for I was a silhouette upon a vagabond, with the no sincerity, nothing was tangible I knew a clown who was manic but wasted dancing with devils, his life he misplaced it locked in a cave with a theremin glowing singing with his fingers the terror muses flowing I was a silhouette upon a vagabond with no sincerity nothing was tangible
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some they do it in a bar room on a sticky carpet floor with broken lights broken bottles and a broken exit door just let it go just let it go others hide deep in a tunnel, 60 miles below the rye sharing only with some bone friends who will never ask them why just let it go just let it go I’ll invent a line like vomit, then I’ll pick amongst the lumps as long as it’s got shape and colour fretting over its for chumps just let it go just let it go
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I started drinking before I was awake it was a subconscious action and not a mistake my brain thought hey fuck why the hell not this cunt will thank me if his mind is not shot I smashed a bottle on an old villains head it made a spouting fountain the colour of red my brain thought fuck now is the time I’m sure I wasn’t witnessed doing the crime
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some they do it in a bar room on a sticky carpet floor with broken lights broken bottles and a broken exit door just let it go just let it go others hide deep in a tunnel, 60 miles below the rye sharing only with some bone friends who will never ask them why just let it go just let it go I’ll invent a line like vomit, then I’ll pick amongst the lumps as long as it’s got shape and colour fretting over its for chumps just let it go just let it go
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groove agent one it’s got to go got to get hook do what he knows words about this song will have to do this is verse one bring on verse two smashing bottles against the wall building a carpet to soften your fall it’ll be a bit bloody and is Gonna sting try to lay still cos we’re gonna sing whoa oh oh whoa oh oh whoa oh oh whoa oh oh we sung this song now we got to move on dragging it out would be terribly wrong think we have said what we have to say
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I put on a mask it was a clone of a happy face but I chewed off the nose representing distaste it’s not that I’m angry, crazy or mad it’s just that a need for a mask is sad I put on a mask it was a clone of a fuck face someone chewed off the nose it was done in haste it’s not that they felt angry crazy or sad it’s just that they felt like they’ve been had
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I constructed and edifice for an artist to roam he was needing a place for his soul to call home he was a cog in reality, an industry pet it sanded his face off and it wasn’t done yet he needed time in a refuge, where the sky wasn’t grey and the routine’s not paramount to the flow of the day and it had to be made from the artistic clay from the universal minds and their cosmic display The floor is a carpet, from the weave of psych rock the curtains they sway on the breeze of death pop on the ceiling hung with vines of the garage funk plant and the walls can trip out with psychedelic monk chants the secret gardens an Orchard, with fruiting theremin trees angels and devils sing what they please the stratum is noise a paradigm that annoys but to some it is a Personification of poise
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going down to Kuitpo gonna find copelandia I’ll quit my day job then get a day job I’m just a poor sod my life is roughshod forgetting wonder I’ll try and plunder my mind is sundered I’m going under sometimes I get lost my wires crisscrossed it’s time to defrost at any cost I’m going up to Kuitpo Copelandia is where I’m going to be
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sinister idealist, I see them every day with their poisonous agenda keeping us afraid portals always available if you leave the box turned on please network these concepts to your friends minds are singed vexations are delivered through the living room keeping us in feedlots on Frankenstein grain surrounding us with postcards of majesty and pain we are free to go if you know where the exit is dread and suffering is where it normally starts verification of the blackening of hearts chartered and bartered they’ll keep a tally on you but I switched off and I’m going for a walk the clouds turning purple and the moon reminds me of my happiness my beautiful happiness my beautiful happiness my beautiful happiness
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Angorichina 02:53
I’m flying through canyons admiring the scenery the ground beneath crumbles waiting for pain on top of a mountain sits Angorichina I have friends there to greet me I’m halfway home
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when you see that you are blending with the background of your life you better wake up, you better step up or the background will be your life you won’t shine there, you’ll be blind there it’s not a place to hide fly above you then just lead you to the place where you should be up
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nerve tonic 05:09
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throne of Ra 01:55
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about

Constructions beyond reality.
Horrahedds 14th album. 'Constructions beyond reality' has finally been released. It's a double album. Disc 1 is a collection of songs that span many realities. It's a three headed octopus of genres. Wino op-shop blues, dreamy tripscapes, Haunted passages of sonic panic, punk garage spew fodder and massive rock epics. Disc 2 is an exploration of the furthest reaches of an artist reality .Pyschedelica, experimental nonsense impressionalism abstract, freeform. It’s all there. This album has been constructed to house the lost soul of a wandering artist who got disillusioned with the current realities on offer. Every time external realities start to overwhelm then take refuge within the walls of this album. The walls are made of the timbre of beautiful angels the ceiling is a kaleidoscope of Theremins and imps and the foundation is as solid as the axe handle sticks that beat the tom toms. Choose reality. But don’t choose a bland expressionless one. Remember, there are a hundred worlds of magic out there. Choose one of them.
The Musicians.
Mr. Glenn, Organ, piano, Moog, and vocals. Sometimes known as Mr Horrahedd.
Cosmic Iron Kevin Perks. Bass. Kev has been appearing on horrahedd albums since 1997. He lives and breathes bass. (I think he fucks bass as well but I dont know for sure)
John Yacka, Drums. When galaxy clusters collide you will find Yacka. Mr feel. Vintage headspace perfect for the vintage rock sound.
Colonel Sanders, Drums. Sometimes you need a manic drummer who eats too much chicken, Thats when you call the Colonel. Been playing with the Horra for quite a long time. Not bad for an old cunt.
Gian Mazolla, Guitar, Vocals and weirdness. Some say he has eaten too many mushrooms. Some say not enough.
Cloudy Davey. Vocals. The Russian princess, or Rasputin the Mystical. Her voice could be either.
Professor Molotov, 8 string Guitar and weird shit. handy to have around when you need a disturbing jam to manifest itself.
Ron vanderzwan. Egyptian Tabla. Ron has lurked around the Cave for many years. This is the first time that he ended up in it while Horrahedd was recording. He is very proper and strange at the same time. Quite an art.
Horra sprogs Kyiesha and Indie. Vocals, flute and violin. They have no hope at all in the entire world in living a normal life. The Horrahedd influence has infiltrated their DNA.
Ralph Frankie.Saxaphone. Plays like a sax player then BANG, flips out and plays like a super infinity Venus witch Just what you need when adding sax to a horrahedd track..
Neil Orange Peel. When a song needs a certain scream that nobody else can do then you get on the phone to Neil. His voice is so loud that I don’t even need a microphone to record it. The performance you hear as you listen to the album is Neil singing in his home live. Even when he stops singing you will still hear it in your ears days later.

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released June 23, 2013

All songs written By Horrahedd except Your hearts a cradle written by Glenn wagland, Cloudy Davey and Ben Edwards, Dwelling on the threshold written by G.L Wagland, G.M.Wagland, I,Wagland and Ben Edwards and Constructions beyond reality written by K .Perks and Glenn Wagland

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