Triumphant Skull

by Triumphant Skull

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    RELEASE DATE: 8/7/14

    The Triumphant Skull self-titled album on a 12" Lathe cut record.
    Extremely limited run of 50 records in clear plastic finish.

    "Music to spew to."

    Side A:
    Triumphant Skull
    Studying the Spheres

    Side B:
    Prison Spaceship
    Crumbsweep

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released 01 August 2014

Produced by Jack Haystead and Triumphant Skull.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jack Haystead in Dunedin, NZ.
All songs written and arranged by Triumphant Skull.
Original artwork and layout by Sam Ovens.

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Track Name: Triumphant Skull
Vacant demands from an absent threat
Swallow your tongue, words soon cease from your head
God-given right to speak ill of the dead
Makes sense on paper but not when it’s said

Golden Trumpeted Heralds singing
For no reason
Peaking interest in foolish sons
Sons of sad men

Sold on Sewage. Told to push it

(down the line)

Guided by voices from your TV set
Mass concentration on trivial shit
No sense or feeling that life is not lived
Drop dead tomorrow, you will not be missed

Building Ivory Towers to throw stones
At soldiers
Blackened era of hatred caused by
Gods of war

The pacifists blade is what we gave away
Made way by clones with too much to say
Gifted insightful, their brainwashing breeds more (and more)

Pissing life away. Feuding with fuckwits. A living frustration. Time stained with shit.

No solution, no end in sight.
Mass delusion, pull out your eyes.
Peel off your skin
cut off your head, jump off a cliff
Track Name: Studying the Spheres
Cold is the void
Omniscient being gazes through us all
Heed no call, with cosmic powers and shapeless form
Such a terrible fate
Stranded, alone in solitary space
Nebula, a star within his eye
Existence forever permanent
Universal truth, a burden ridden with turmoil
Knower of all, Master of none
He walks this astral plane
Studying the spheres

Hands feeling for substance
But all has turned to dust
A vacant call, shatters me

Master of the realm
Permeates my skull
Neural, violation

Transfers my thoughts
To the orbs in his hands
Lobotomized, I awake
Track Name: Crumbsweep
Scalded hands and aching feet
Shovelling shit to make ends meet
For a taste of Natures Bounty
Awaiting me at the end of the street
Godsend she smells so sweet

Burst blisters on feet and hands
Buy frozen pizza, extra pineapple, ham
The peon’s life, lived day by day
Emerald reprieve, in exchange for pay

Ten year trek toward my home
Empty and silent, I live alone
Obsessed with combustion
With billowing smoke released
As I take my first toke

Now I crawl on feet and hands
Across frozen tundras and distant lands
As eons pass and my bones decay
I’m plagued by visions until the end of my days

Trapped in place
Burning lungs, Acrid eyes
Hair streaming from my face
Creeping doom, gaping skies

Screaming
In darkness
Seas turn
To sewers

Pregnant flies giving birth (to eggs)
Metroid remains
Spawn new earth
Four suns sear my veins

Vistas of planets colliding
Astral erosion
Timespace divide

A voice warps this realm
Simple words are spoken
Make good your escape

Fleeting fading time
Asphyxiating now
Brimming boiling bowl
I pray to leave this hell

Existence,
Vessel erodes
Body consumed
I am exhumed

Sundered,
Cathartic
Release, now

CRUMB SWEEP