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Subliminal .​.​.​Æ​nd?

by Traum Jesters

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1.
I Surrender 05:37
Wonder why They chose me Listening To all this crap Understand Almost learning Repeating Makes them happy Repeating Repeating So much time Yet no complaints Accordingly All is fine Little hints Here and there Almost always Everyday Absorbe all Devour No dignity No dignity Let the clouds run Far away Don't let 'em come back Ever again God, guess what? I surrender Let's just play One more day Repeating Repeating Repeating Repeating
2.
Your brain is liquid, like milk in carton Expiring 'tween labels and a missing girl's pic You talk with commercials, via codified mails And thicken your "let's be presentable" schedule Convinced by the voices to cross legs with others Not trying for a second to look for human beings Your spirit is obese, it chews useless infos But this present time box holds a vile surprise The matrix is simple, you do what you're told to They constantly guide you, aim to be accepted If a thought arises, they spray it with fear So here is the deal, shut your face and obey Don't have to pray They're listening And they'll surely give you What you need to need Divine laws easy to reach for everyone Whisper plus whisper plus whisper's a message You think you're a person, you're less than a drone Good hands for a good job, your soul in an ashtray Packed in a can train with other dead fishes And pushing each other for a sip of air It's all written down in a folded agenda Your love is a code and it queues for an update
3.
Dear friends, far and near I hope my few words find you well Just a few lines, a confession To warn you about this thing i do The great masters of production Said their items require owners Said i'll make sure that you people Believe you can't live without them The horror Behind my Phrasing Is amazing Dear friends, always further Hope your life ain't going to hell Don't be ashamed of your needs They are not so yours, I swear Emotions, their product God sells faith and potions I'm a voice, a whisper Cathodic salvation Sweet hunger, a whisper Redemption, get empty The horror (their colors) Behind my (will guide you) Phrasing (through their maze) Is amazing (no exit)
4.
Wanna be cool? Gotta change your style Gotta show them who's in charge Here's a package of nicely pre-made lies Here's a powder that gets you to paradise Here the leopard bra, here the fake accent Here the nice excuse, wannabe innocent Here the surgery, here the hypocrisy Never admit, you need people to like you Oh c'est très chic, self-referred bitch Love lobotomy, self-referred! Fuck many men to impress your friends Improve your life (only online) Here's the regret, here's the descent Here's anger and you want revenge Here's punishment dressed-up like fun Open your legs and suck the gun Kill the woman and let the whore dream Nobody gives a goddamn shit The big dichotomy An angel with a pussy I guarantee that with our method Life will seem worth living Let's face reality You lack of fantasy So be original and do exactly What everyone does Responsable is just a word Gets better when you're stoned In a gang bang where you can pretend That you're the queen of the ball It's a solid deal for a fair price No insured satisfaction, though So learn these words, repeat after me "I hate myself so much"
5.
Zombie Boy 03:59
Such a confused boy Zombie zombie boy A step by step boy Zombie zombie boy With my tremendous medicine You will feel like a man Love is just a word Do you need that? Pretty dolls that dream and call They ask, demand and run away You're starving and they are so scared So trap the flash and feed yourself Grown-up zombie boy
6.
Sudden strikes come from the walls Most are gray but some can talk Colours tell you're close to wrong Celebrate, vex and the city Come, worship our perfection icons Pointing at your uglyness Collect the wrappings they discarded Recycled souls for friends to amend It persecutes your brain With 50 shades of shame How did you meet your motherfuckers? Still kneeling to receive your pills I know a man who likes to laugh but Sometimes you wake up in his bed Every two minutes someone's fucking I guess it has to balance karma If they have fun you must be lonely They call it "you-can't-fly" effect It persecutes your brain (and we are all the same) With 50 shades of shame (queuing in the parade)
7.
If you think that I would attack you You're so damn wrong, my boy What i do, I slowly consume you Shape you into a broken toy Big deal being passive aggressive It means you mean no harm But passive people i like They just watch, learn and die Being a friendly friend You and me again Time and space we share And no much else And I don't even know why It's not control I guess you'd call it art Just for the sake of it And all that shit Hero or Evil or Either but It feels bad
8.
Best experience you will live The incredible majestic nothing On the top, competing with The incredible majestic nothing Get your chains and bring your kids The incredible majestic nothing You are great, you're so cool in The incredible majestic nothing Wash your brain, hey, wash away, hey Wash your brain, hey, you're so great, hey Reach the bottom, reach the top, hey You're so pretty, wash you brain, hey The strings other extremity The incredible majestic nothing The reason for your silly sins The incredible majestic nothing A holy ode to stupidity The incredible majestic nothing The place you learn you're just like me The incredible majestic nothing You're - you're nothing Fuck the small and fuck the big The incredible majestic nothing Fuck pure bloods and wannabes The incredible majestic nothing Fuck order and anarchy The incredible majestic nothing My god is so welcoming The incredible majestic nothing
9.
AnimalRama 03:54
Here comes the rebel swarm The crowd of different ones They wanna change the rules I've got a better plan Everything in its own place Animal goes in the cage We put 'em on TV And make them look a little silly Like tigers on a see-saw Whipped by a naked man Come, Fido Play dead, boy Animalrama And then no drama
10.
Cult 03:43
I tried to warn them but they warn me The voices come from the other side They say they want more and more of this Living in the shadow of half-life I thought they wanted out of my cage There's nowhere else they'd like to be A god's a god if there's a cult A cult's a cult if it loves its god The slaves ask for more chains I tried to stop it and they told me to provide it The masters wondering how i couldn't see it Who's above now? who's below? They are insane, they're all insane
11.
Ænd? 04:23
The sun just hid again In clouds that won't descent And everything I sent Is swirling in my head How gray can people be In this world where we live? Sometimes I can't believe It's not the end Today the prophet's lost Another one of most Happiness's a ghost Nobody fears The path ahead is long I ache at every step Sometimes I can't pretend It's not the end Find me in the lines Find me in the colours Find me and you'll just find Another you

about

While first album Deformed investigated the effects and consequences of society’s refusal and rejection of a vile and regrettable character, and Freedom Circus sketched the tragic and grotesque features of an artist’s Bildungsroman, struggling against show business beguilement and snares, Subliminal…Ænd? delves into the subtleties and deceits the individual is enslaved by, while coming to grips with the controversial and often ruthless relationship he has with his professional and personal milieu.
The main character in the story has a great gift: he is a great persuader, then a manipulator, thanks to his seducing and alluring ability with words. Blending this smart use of rhetoric with ad hoc
gestures, looks and mimics, he wins the people’s trust in a natural and yet subtle way.
Enticed by the temptations of a comfortable and affluent way of life, he surrenders himself by putting his gift at the service of a sneaky and malevolent entity, almost as vague and metaphysical as a lovecraftanesque presence.
Almost any segment of the society is then brainwashed, for the
entity to exercise control over people’s tastes and slants and suit its own business and interests.
Such is the moral compromise that the main character is led to question himself and face his own conscience. However, far from getting himself out of the mess, he finally realizes how the basic
instincts he arouses and fosters by selling them as consumer products have been harbouring since ever in people’s minds.
He is nothing but indulging into an already existent inner feeling.
Protagonist’s ego is eventually annihilated when he becomes aware he is nothing more than a medium, a mere connection between two dull but unrelenting entities talking to each other.
A cyberpunk-like intrigue, conveniently matched by sound and music, which have never been so full and diverse in the band’s short living. Wide-ranging epics such as I Surrender and The Horror
Behind My Phrasing are coupled to more dramatic and apparently quieter and yet tense pieces, like Friendly F(r)iend and Ænd, as well as to band’s scathing and fierce hallmarks (What You Need To
Need and The Incredible Majestic Nothing, the latter having been released as single and videoclip).
A mind-blowing 11 track-long trip that, despite its varied stylistic and musical palette, marks a picture as solid and cohesive as ever.

credits

released November 10, 2017

Music by Traum Jesters

Personnel:

Claudio Saracino: Vocals, vocoder and lyrics
Pierpaolo Lucchesi: Guitar, bass (2), synth, programming, backing vocals
Eugenio Zazzara: Bass (1-3-5-6-7-8-9-11)

Additional musicians:
Mariano Celentano: Drums (2-5)

Mixed by Marco Federico (Reamp guitars track2) at Sound Awake - Recording Studio (Rome)
Mastering by Gianluca Siscaro at Village Recording Studio (Rome)

Artwork by Valerio Claudio Adriano
Photography: Valerio Claudio Adriano and Pierpaolo Lucchesi
Model: Irene Worms
Thanks to Michele Guidara and Scene Musicali

This album is dedicated to the memory of Chris Cornell

Contact: traumjesters2014@gmail.com
All rights reserved (2017)

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Traum Jesters is an electro-industrial & dark-wave three-piece band from Rome and London.

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