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A tribute to S.U.P

A vision of S.U.P
A vision of S.U.P
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Prelude
Deliverance
Bangs in my head
In the deepest silence
The cube
Sordid & outrageous emanation
Pain injection
Twins
Room seven
1308.JP.08
But all as changed
The dim light
4tx 31b
In those times
Back from the garden
Bangs in my head
The cube
Through the transparent partitions
Room eleven
The accomplishment
Pain injection
The cleansing
Trapped like a wicker man...
Room seven
The fall is too long
Reveries of the bloated cadaver
Overwhelming lethargy
Chronophobia
The cube (club mix)
Correlative transfert (medley)
Sordid & outrageous emanation
Variation on the theme 4tx 31b
The work
The crack
Real nature
Reset
Prelude (outro)
Prelude

Blacklodge

Forgive me, I'd rather die.
Just remember me, goodbye... 
				
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Deliverance

The K-Light project V. 3.3

A feeling of liberty invades me.
My corpse itself unleashed of this suffering.
I'm not sufficiently myself,
In this intoxicating spiral taht attracts my damaged corpse,
Draining the force that stays me. I forget the attraction Of this earth's eddies which absorbs me eyes.
Like in a dream,
I'm swallowed in anguish but i'm ready to guage my own Glance with that of others.
A feeling of freedom invades me.
Fear leaves me, finally free I'm appeased.
Their stares don't weigh me down now,
The mind is a stranger to me.
I'm not myself finally... 
				
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Bangs in my head

Skeleton Crew & Damage to property

A worrying sight is offered to me,
Unceasing bounces of a child's head.
On that long white wall of the endless corridor that Paralyses me.
I only hear a noise : bangs in my head !
My eyes turn around the door,
They persist on a woman with an exhausted look.
Now dressed in white, prisoner of her hands...
I want to help her.
I can only hear a howling that reverberates.
Her grim glance makes the reflection of my anguish Neutralize me
(I cannot see those horrible pictures that are turning in My head anymore !) 
				
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In the deepest silence

Critical state

This survivor will stop indeed the infernal programme, brought up in the blackest and deepest silence.
D-ÄN's son will never know life he was made
However (the chain goes on) the chain goes on day after day
During that time, D-ÄN watches over her son called T-ÖN, fed by means of pipes through his body...
T-ÖN grows and learns all day long
...Silence...
Soon D-ÄN's destroyer will be ready to fulfil the final act
T-ÖN grows and learn all day long
While XY-TÄH caries on his work the silent communication gradually take place. 
				
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The cube

Gholes

I've crossed the threshold,
I'm now adapted to the light.
But there's nothing to see,
No walls, no ground, not one part of my body.
I feel attracted and aspirated.
I can see sparkling in the darkness,
It begins to draw nearer, it's going to take me.
I turn towards the door.
As it shuts the light fades away.
Duty for a boundless wall, the thing is now clear.
It's a kind of crystal cube.
I'm unable to overcome it's attraction,
The touch is imminent.
An unknown painful phenomena begins.
A flash shows me my parents.
They are keeping vigil over my dead body... 
				
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Sordid & outrageous emanation

Catacomb

				
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Pain injection

Grimoria

Somebody please stop or kill me...
I cry my suffering to drown the noise sent out by XY-TÄH and D-ÄN.
The torture of my little brain is starting now to drive me insane. 
				
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Twins

Nomed

I only have the opportunity to glimpse a stretcher bearing a form covered in a white cloth. At least, it should have been white... Dear god, no... It seems that the walls past which the stretcher was carried became crimson, pouring more agony into this place. "Get out of here!!" It's my father, not dead yet, my mother is already dead. A "nurse" will not let me into room 11. I demand to see the baby. The nurse leaves, and returns with two, one in the crook of each arm. "Which is it?" I cry! The nurse babbles: "She was a very courageous woman but her body simply couldn't cope with giving birth to twins..." "Twins??". 
				
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Room seven

Apophasis

I can hear myself howl when the window's runges come
(My scream becomes shrill).
Finding my spirit again,
I open my eyes.
Anthea's hand is in mine
(Our pale faces, our mouths big opening...)
I see myself through her.
Terrified, I push back their hands.
(One supervisor comes in and disturbs our affair :
« Did everything do on ? »).
Mugges by these words,
Anthea thrown onto me,
Start to gnaw my shoulder.
My blood's view in her mouth seickens me.
(Pity for her who meets quickly like a prisonner).
Pity for her in her never-ending hand-held folder.
(I can see myself through her...) 
				
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1308.JP.08

Carnival in coal

I try to search through my mind,
I try to free my soul.
My soul? My mind? What am I now?
An entity?
Endless corridors made of dusty mirrors surround me, Reflecting the being
I once was, stained with blood and bathed in tears.
He holds out his hand into my direction,
I have to help him to save my soul!
I have to return to find my exit...
Wandering through the lobby I have found my way.
I open the door, as I'm hit by a blinding light.
I hope I'll be free. Will I ever be free?... 
				
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But all as changed

YUL

In the time it takes a thought to pass by, it was already yesterday. When this phenomenon started, I dismissed it as coincidence or déjà vu, but when the following day approached, I could see that it was the day before yesterday... the same actions replayed by the same people in the same moments as before... Right now, it's the day before yesterday... I don't understand any of it. At one time my life was peaceful, perhaps too peaceful... But all has changed. 
				
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The dim light

M-Pheral

Not the slightest chance to return
Into the world where I've been alive.
Can you spare me few centuries,
To wait for the dim light.
Can you help me to return in my own sphere?
The light I see is closer to me now.
If fortune smiles on me, I am now dead!
What will the future be for me now, where will I be?
My body will soon be behind the light,
Because I'm still aspirated...
Maybe I shall born again?
However I think I can't, why? Where am I? 
				
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4tx 31b

Hypnosis

Still trapped in the sphere
Which follows another one.
Suddenly the sphere before me stops and disappears,
All becomes black around me.
I know my own sphere has disappeared too.
Travelling through a dark place,
I can only see a small light before me!
I'm afraid, I'm aspirated by the light.
I take a look behind. No sphere, no cube, nothing... 
				
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In those times

Stabat matter

In those times, to allow the population to doing their lives, in peace and harmony, there was an only solution, it has been decreed that all the nurslings had to be made killed...
By XY-TÄH during a period of hundred years, and nobody could do anything against it
But XY-TÄH was only a contribu...
...tor, he in fact obeyed D-ÄN's orders.
D-ÄN was the machine which commanded...
 XY-TÄH 
				
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Back from the garden

Crimson garden

Mother loves daylight, however, today, in this gloomy church, she's not complaining.
Usually she complains about it all the time.
The priest speaks lowly. Mother, who is hard of hearing, again, says nothing.
Everybody is watching her. She hates that but, today it doesn't bother her.
Mother is dead.
Me, I'm near to her, I speak to her. She can hear me, I knowit, I feel it.
She's close to me. It doesn't trouble me.

I can see her the other night, sitting by the fire. She's old. Suddenly, a noise outside.
I knew what it was. She didn't hear it. She let me get up to see... a man before me.
He cast me a cynical smile while pretending to hit my mother. I cannot move. I know this man. I turn my head. My mother is there.
We continue to talk. "What were we talking about"?

There are lots of people in church today, for you mother. Everyone so sad.
"What you are not? Who is speaking to me? Who is there? Is it you mother?"

While I stroll around the garden, Mother makes our tea. It is dark.
Dizziness - fall - earth - rain.
Later an armchair, "Mother, where's my tea?" I'm soaked. I go into the kitchen. Mother is on the floor, her head smashed in. I knew. I'm not sad.
In the mirror, the man smiles back at me. The same way as the night before. In my mind, I see the scene again. It was I who killed her.
In the garden, I knew that she was lost. I didn't want to hurt her.

Not I, yes I, it is I.
I understand.
I - church - death - straitjacket - asylum?
Me - madness - murder - mother?

It was so cold last night. Sorry mother. 
				
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Bangs in my head

P.S.Y.

A worrying sight is offered to me,
Unceasing bounces of a child's head.
On that long white wall of the endless corridor that Paralyses me.
I only hear a noise : bangs in my head !
My eyes turn around the door,
They persist on a woman with an exhausted look.
Now dressed in white, prisoner of her hands...
I want to help her.
I can only hear a howling that reverberates.
Her grim glance makes the reflection of my anguish Neutralize me
(I cannot see those horrible pictures that are turning in My head anymore !) 
				
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The cube

Aeons

I've crossed the threshold,
I'm now adapted to the light.
But there's nothing to see,
No walls, no ground, not one part of my body.
I feel attracted and aspirated.
I can see sparkling in the darkness,
It begins to draw nearer, it's going to take me.
I turn towards the door.
As it shuts the light fades away.
Duty for a boundless wall, the thing is now clear.
It's a kind of crystal cube.
I'm unable to overcome it's attraction,
The touch is imminent.
An unknown painful phenomena begins.
A flash shows me my parents.
They are keeping vigil over my dead body... 
				
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Through the transparent partitions

Deiseal

The unknown pain fades,
The cube now has entirely absorbed me.
Through the transparent partitions
Of my impenetrable cell
I scan the infinity in which I'm floating.
Strangely the endless wall had disappeared.
There's no horizon. What a disquieting situation.
I don't know where I am, what am I doing?
Was my life my own? Was I allowed to put an end to it? However, that may be! I'm convinced I can't turn back. Between the transparent partitions
Of my impenetrable cell I muse to other invisible prisoners. Who, like me,
In their cube wonder on their situation
Of their becoming.
Huge kinds of balls come from nowhere,
They penetrate the cubes around me.
Some coupling and producing explosions.
What will happen to me?
Obscurity slowly invades my place,
A giant globe is coming nearer and nearer.
It's about to touch a face of the cube.
In a flash I can see a rose which is falling on my coffin... 
				
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Room eleven

The silent agony

The hour of my birth approaches: the color scheme in this place makes me bilious. Today it's my birthday. The faces of my mother and my father suddenly become clear on the photograph. Now I know who to look for, I rush through the hospital corridors to find them. Then I hear a scream. A man has just jumped under the wheels of a truck outside. Then I hear "He just couldn't deal with the fact that his wife was dead. You know room 11?" 
				
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The accomplishment

No sobriety

Now, I know I'm not lost,
I know my journey hasn't ended.
I don't even know my own destiny.
I know the sphere has come to save me.
If I'm immaterial, if I'm only a regard,
It's because I left the body which
I gave life.
I ran away from my physical support
When my mother closed my eyes.
In my spherical disguise
I feel free from my lost anguishes.
Flashes which made me suffer are now only recollections. Slowly the globe makes it's first cut into the exit, carrying me away.
The inner sides of the cube have not altered yet,
No pain comes to hurt me.
Wandering in a labyrinth through a thousand ways. Sensations, emotions and ideas.
I'm concentrating on myself by suppressing
All obstacles of my pure intuition.
I have penetrated the tribunal of souls,
Immobilised in the cube.
I have been analysed,
And judged worthy to live again!
The sphere comes to illuminate me,
My journey will end when I rejoin the light... 
				
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Pain injection

Division alpha

Somebody please stop or kill me...
I cry my suffering to drown the noise sent out by XY-TÄH and D-ÄN.
The torture of my little brain is starting now to drive me insane. 
				
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The cleansing

Inner soul

In turn, piercing the misty transparency of the water, in wich I repose, these tears rip apart the silence.
Feeble, I cannot reach it.

Giving birth again, and for always, to the same concentric wrinkles that menace
then disappear. These tears fall.
Paralysed, I cannot stop the flow. 
				
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Trapped like a wicker man...

From thy ashes

As I stared at the babies again, one of them duplicated the subsequential motion of my head and I suddenly found myself, out-of-body, walking in the nameless cold, and blowing winds. Am I dreaming? I stop walking. And kneel, close to... I understand now, it's all coming back to me. And it's my brother who is knelt down at my side, close to the death. I have become. I see my reality. I am submerged in water from the waist down, I had fallen through ice too fragile to bear my weight reforms and I am immobile, trapped like a wicker man that will never burn! Now I remember the exact day when it all started. it was the day I arrived in the north pole to visit my brother, voluntarily hermitted there. I had to walk a long time in the cold to reach him. In fact I never reached him. I didn't have time to see him try to extricate my imprisoned body from the ice. But I do Know he let death come to him too, by my side. Now we'll never be alone. Forever... 
				
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Room seven

TIN-RP

I can hear myself howl when the window's runges come
(My scream becomes shrill).
Finding my spirit again,
I open my eyes.
Anthea's hand is in mine
(Our pale faces, our mouths big opening...)
I see myself through her.
Terrified, I push back their hands.
(One supervisor comes in and disturbs our affair :
« Did everything do on ? »).
Mugges by these words,
Anthea thrown onto me,
Start to gnaw my shoulder.
My blood's view in her mouth seickens me.
(Pity for her who meets quickly like a prisonner).
Pity for her in her never-ending hand-held folder.
(I can see myself through her...) 
				
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The fall is too long

Leiden

My only friend's room is empty now.
Two men put me inside.
The biggest door closes it's back to me.
Mouth open, eyes in the sky...
I'm a prisonner of my anguish,
Of my corpse (of my own hypnotised mind).
I can see her near me like a remembering.
Her hands poised on me make me suffer.
I kick my face to banish her picture from me for Self-deliverance.
I try to go out when I can see her smile.
The fall is too long,
The fight too hard and in a worried spring her face Evaporates from my mind
(I'm shouting !!!)
I measure my lenght on the bed that seems like mine.
I try yo remove my straps,
But there's nothing.
Anthea comes into my room.
The sweet sound of her voice can be heard...
All of this was but a dream ! 
				
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Reveries of the bloated cadaver

K-LOMNY

				
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Overwhelming lethargy

Lucky striker 201

My disgust for the world spawned my hatred of other people. My disgust for man spewed up my overwhelming lethargy. And it was from this that came the desire to live alone, here in this world of ice! Where cold is kind, and the artic wind his trusted ally. I have learned to suffer them, but not with something I seem to lack... Separated at birth from my twin brother. I would have so liked to spend just a little while close to him! Who knows? Maybe we will meet up again someday? I'll wait patiently in my ice house. As the time passed, my skin cracked and chapped, in pain. No matter, I've seen enough of life to stay here for an eternity, regardless. It's so peaceful, so solitary, so human. Here, in this bleak land barely touched by human hand, I feel like an eagle on a mountain top. Sometimes, I hear voices, and often catch myself reflected in a tarn. I rip the ice from my face with my own hands to make the face of my brother appear: my face. 
				
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Chronophobia

Jawad

I have to move house soon. The previous occupants will be arriving in January and I only have three weeks left behind me. Did I say I wasn't getting younger? But the people round me were? I should have more of "me" as the days reverse, but I no longer seem in alignment with the time line I once knew. I was never born in the world through which I'm travelling backwards, I'm nothing, a scrap of flesh, haunting this dull past life. I no longer have parents: dead when I wasn't born. The only thing I have of them is a photograph yellowed and faded by who knows what time, with faces blurred into nothingness. A decision! I shall search for my new future by tracing my past! I'm getting colder and colder... But I can find no document, no trace of my life. Not a hint of myself in the archives. For me, existence stopped the day it became the day before. I shall investigate the hospitals in the north of the country. I found this vague instruction on the back of my parents'photograph. Then I can ascertain those died in childbirth on the day I came into being! But for now I need to wait...
				
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The cube (club mix)

Ghost in the machine

I've crossed the threshold,
I'm now adapted to the light.
But there's nothing to see,
No walls, no ground, not one part of my body.
I feel attracted and aspirated.
I can see sparkling in the darkness,
It begins to draw nearer, it's going to take me.
I turn towards the door.
As it shuts the light fades away.
Duty for a boundless wall, the thing is now clear.
It's a kind of crystal cube.
I'm unable to overcome it's attraction,
The touch is imminent.
An unknown painful phenomena begins.
A flash shows me my parents.
They are keeping vigil over my dead body... 
				
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Correlative transfert (medley)

Bristol Meyer Squibb

				
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Sordid & outrageous emanation

Nocturnal fears

				
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Variation on the theme 4tx 31b

Matutina & Heathen Hearth

[Instrumental]
				
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The work

Ellipsia

I am not supposed to think and then to ask myself questions (????)
My only need is to maintain my work !
I am not supposed to live, to think
it's just an illusion
My only need is to maintain my work !
I'm alone with my oders
All I've alone...
An illusion in the programme.
The three thousand and five hundred cold metal cradles which pass again and again...
I stop all the cribs which come on after, one after ihe other
Slowly to my memory... 
				
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The crack

Je

How long have I been stuck in the ols armchair
Staring at the TV screen
Without perceiving the pictures ir was conveying
It's now swarming with countless white particles
The static is crumpling my brain... I feel tired
I vainly press the buttons on the remote control... I need to breathe again
Taking my jacket, I make the coat-rack rock

I leave the house and walk into the rain
The sky is heavy on my shoulders... The streets is desolate
The tar absorbs my soles... I feel alone
I perceive a man and his dog
In the twinkling of an eye the animal take's on his master's appearance... A frosty fluid tears my veins
The collar round his neck, he looks sadly at his lead

I had expected the nightclub's atmosphere to clear my mind
The luminous traces creeping along the walls claw my eyes
I realize laughing people were looking at me
I realize crying people were looking at me
I realize they ar looking at my body as it empties its tears... but why am I weeping ?
Not a living soul, just the creeping traces now

Nothing left to do ! I leave the place !
The sky seems to move off to let me catch my breath
The wet road seems to guide my steps
I am back... The house was waiting for me.. The door is open
My jacket is still in my hand, I'm soaked
I enter the room... The coat-rack falls
The TV screen looks the same... I'm tired
I take the remote control... I'm alone
I pull the trigger... 
				
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Real nature

Misanthrope

I strive to forget my real nature.
For them every detention is a cure.
They claim to know everything.
Anthea, at our nightly rendez-vous appease me.
Anthea, you fascinate me so much.
My suffering is so strong,
my howling so weak...
My new personality : too powerfull.
Sit by your side,
By rocking myself like you,
Like a quiet man in the middle of the night.
This turning intoxicates me...
Now I can't see anything,
Slowly I take my flight ! 
				
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Reset

O

T-ÖN goes feebly forward to this light so poor, but nevertheless unbearable for his white eyes.
He knows that by turning on the hand lever he would say good bye to the (only) mother he had ever known.
I can't do anything else !
What I'm saying, do you understand ?
Do you know I can't do anything else...
Once the hand lever on, a deafening noise sounds in the whole place...
Mum D-ÄN ?
Do you know I can't do... 
				
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Prelude (outro)

Blacklodge

Forgive me, I'd rather die.
Just remember me, goodbye... 
				
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