I Ate The Light At The End Of Every Tunnel

by SEAMYSIDE

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Our second EP from 2009.

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released January 1, 2009

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All songs, lyrics and artwork by SEAMYSIDE.

Bass - Arne
Drums - Marv
Guitar - Thomas
Guitar - Mäsi
Vocals - Martin

Recorded and mixed by Christoph @ Little Big Ear Studio Hamburg,
mastered by Patrick @ Rape Of Harmonies StudiosTriptis.
Band photo by Tom Barnes.

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SEAMYSIDE Dessau, Germany

SEAMYSIDE started some years ago and meanwhile released 2 EPs and one album, played all over Europe and always stayed true to its members trust in creative friendship, generating the vibe of DIY post metal combined with an emotional approach to understand human behaviour. ... more

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Track Name: If Sharks Were Men
If sharks were men,
They would establish borders
for their countries
and let us, the smaller fish,
work for them without fees.
If sharks were men,
They would build schools just to teach
us, the smaller fish, to be in reach
of the sharks' mouths as the final goal
and to be happy to sacrifice our souls.

They, the raptors, can only exist through their oppression.
We, the masses, are satisfied even without free expression.

They would send us out to fight the fish that ain't silence like us.
And if we're victorious they would do entertainment shows with big buzz.
Some of us would be praised and then could become the new subleaders.
Which would give them the right to eat us too and to be official feeders.

Bite, bite, bite and Gulp, gulp, gulp.
In order to succeed,
Gorge, gorge, gorge and Grow, grow, grow.
They're ready for every „feat“!

If sharks were men, their brazen plan
would be to obtain everything.

If shark were men, their art would just accentuate
their jaws as pleasure gardens recompensing
all.
Their religion would preach we, the small fish,
would be eternally happy in gastric condensing.

They, the raptors.
We, the masses.

Press, press, press till
death, death, death,
Their lulling will be strong!
Their lulling is strong!
More for less,
Press till death,
In order to reign on
Their lulling will be strong!

So in fact culture in the ocean could only be possible
If sharks were men.
It's true this culture is only possible cuz we are human.
We, the raptors. We, the masses.
And life goes on and on.
Life goes on.
Track Name: A Tailor's Rave
Can't you see it, can't you feel it,
can't you smell the fear inside!
Smells like child labor, right?

Turn the lights out, it's less dangerous
cuz in the dark you can't see faces
Here we are now, entertain us
with claims supporting unknown cases.

You've got new sneakers, they smell strange, but the brand is famous.
You don't scent it, self-seeker, paid tenfold the price for your status.

Did you ever wonder how a worker's hand could be so small?
Did you ever wonder why global players do never fall?

Commercial TV it still disgusts me!
Commercial TV it still disgusts me!

These selfish liars kill for personal enrichment only!
Those children losing their childhood for our luxury!
But we can't escape the allurement of this advertising!
Cuz we're caught in this stupid consuming machinery!
We're just puppets!

No We Don’t Want to be fed with claims!
No We Don’t Want to buy sold out ideas!

No I don’t want to be fed with claims
for becoming desensitized perforce.
No I don’t want to buy sold out ideas for whom some suffer
from strain without resource.

No We Don’t want to be fed with claims!
Yes I want to defy!
No We Don’t want to buy sold out ideas!
No I don’t want to buy!
Track Name: Chicken Wasteland
I saw that guy called Jamie
that showed you part of our reality
and you started crying about those twenty
while this is final destination for plenty
more that are to gore, you adore
us when we're face to face, but what for
are we? Are we?

Once again:
Caught in a state of human supriority
life is not worthy, if you can not be free.

Another time they start to prey:
What is it worth for
that we're all about to be
slayed?
Another time I start to say:
What is it worth for
that we're all about to die
as your property.
Another time they start to prey:
What is it worth for
that we're all gonna die
for human “life quality”.

We are prostitutes in human space and time:
either fried or eaten as prenatally slime
or dying for your medicine, suffering for the dime
that saves unreflecting industries from decline.

Victims of an anthropocentrical ethic

Wasted!

Egg for egg – another lost existence.
Egg for egg – ego versus abstinence.

Either encaged and dying in our on shit
or gassed and thrown away as misfit!
Track Name: Lord Overboard!
Most believers hide behind “the lord's” rage,
are following his plot,
But this was written by some humans
that wanted to play god.

Where's your opinion?
I cannot even see it anywhere.
Brainwashed hiding behind these dogmas isn’t fair.
Where are your thoughts?
You say it's said god's will happens anyway.
But for me blind faith is a sign for decay!

Piety is poison for the soul,
acceptance of the weak-willed,
Life is much realer
if you handle without divine guilt,
There's much more possibilities
to rest secure in life,
It’s still not easy, anyway,
but chewed for gods speed up the dive.

Do you really believe in this obsolete arbitrariness?
Don't you see religions are only posing as untouchables!

Where are your thoughts?
You say it's said god's will happens anyway.
But for me your faith is just a lie to yourself!
Brainwashed hiding behind dogmas isn’t fair.
So for me your faith is just a lie to yourself!

For me blind faith is just a lie to yourself!

Institutions like the church
Reason with our lives.
They say, if you’re guilty,
You’ll run into devils knives.
These liars made the people
Live a life fulfilled with fear
Of doing something blasphemic,
So Satan will appear.

Where are your thoughts?
Nothing happens anyway.
For me your faith
Is just a sign, it's a sign for decay.
Track Name: When Things Turn Ugly
Hey new friend
there was an attempt
to prove your identity today!
They searched through databases,
worst scenario cases,
but the traces seem to be delayed!

We can't save you
We can't break through
The wall of silence
They called self-defence.

No matter what you're like
it's survival of the one's that fit.
Black, Jew, gay, punk – your right
is what gets hit.
You're different from what's used to be
and everyone around.
We're so ashamed of this catastrophe
called “protecting ground”.

Since you've appeared in town
you have been watched
with every step you did.
Your iris' been scanned,
your fingerprint's banned
from the areas that benefit.

When things turn ugly, where will it end?
Guantanamo Bay here we come, me and my new friend!

If we are the threat, then who is to be threatened?
And if we are doomed, who spoke out...

These methods of mass tracing
for “homeland security”
degrade every individual
to a body of glass.
And people that are less integrated
get even more outsourced constantly.

When things turn ugly, where will it end?
Guantanamo Bay here we come, me and my new friend!
But if we are the threat, then who is to be threatened?
And what if we are dead, who will be next?

If we're doomed!

We don't wanna be see-throughs
We don't wanna be from glass
We want individuals
not one silenced phoney class.