Get all 9 Alexander Dust releases available on Bandcamp and save 20%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of German Angst I-IV, Pathetic But Great, To What Is Left, Apocrypha (The Lost Dysangelium) EP, Dysangelist, Quiet Collectors - Torture The Deaf Mute, Cross the Bridge Turn the Page, You New Me, and 1 more.
1. |
|
|||
|
Smile in the process of decay
Smile for the moment of a day
Smile in the presence of eternity
Change is gonna come
Crisis will come any day anyway
Smile with the priviledge of fool and deity
Smile and watch it transforming into the grin of a skull
Change is gonna come
Crisis will come
Darkness will come anyway
Do it, Enjoy it – for it won't happen again
|
||||
2. |
Sliding Horses
05:05
|
|
||
|
Why should I hold my horses in their flight?
The poor soulless beast sure knows what is best
And as the distance transforms into shape
I use those silver spurs to cut open my chest
Half way up – already going down
with a howl of hunger and desire
And I see faces in the sandstorm
and I see colours in the haze
and mountains blocking the horizon that still need to be climbed
look beyond and look behind
for the spirit haunts the mind
Why should we hold our horses? Cheer them on!
Now come on, come on – for it's the course of the world
And when the surface coarsens let the bolt
and our tired shells being twisted and twirled
We're moved by forces out of reach
I'm moved by forces out of reach
But I'll grab it as soon as it falls
And I see faces in the sandstorm
and I see colours in the haze
and mountains blocking the horizon that still need to be climbed
for the spirit haunts the mind
what's beyond and what's behind
Halfway up the hill there are still mountains far away
And if we get a look behind will it have been worth the strain
maybe there's nothing to see nothing to loose nothing to bleed nothing to die for
Will we ever not stay where we are
Will we ever reach the indistinct mountains afar
Sliding horses that croak on the way
Was it really worth the strain will there anything remain
will we find answers when we fall or is there
nothing at all?
|
||||
3. |
Keep 'em Open
04:25
|
|
||
|
To everything that blew my mind to everything I left behind -
and daily revive
To all the voices in our heads to all the dreams left in our beds -
yet somewhere alive
Get along be so kind open up never mind
What's the point the point is keen so push it inside
and bleed
Don't withdraw keep the wounds open
crucial stuff demands some pain
To all the years you saw me try to all the days I failed to cry -
and now it is night
To the future and beyond when mourning will create the bond
for us to unite
Existence is pain that's why poets will remain
and the songs that we hum when we go
Something's beating in your breast now cut open your chest
and let it flow – just like so
Don't withdraw keep the wounds open
crucial stuff demands some pain
Giving birth is never easy
that's why poets will remain
|
||||
4. |
The Quality Of Agony
04:45
|
|
||
|
Last night I reached for tomorrow
but again I was late
Last night I tried to measure my sorrow
and it reached 48
I failed to systemize my perversions today
'Cause I'm not sure if I believe that I mean what I say
I'm on tmy knees again ready to crawl like a child
on the floor again avoiding my face in the mirror
Keep your hands to yourself and don't play with the strangers
will you follow the flesh and the blood and the rules that keep you inside
I can not wait – this is agony
I wish I could stay
Last night I reached for the door
but I'm still on the floor
and I measure my sorrow: 49
See these eyes so blue
will you believe me whe n I say I'm lying
One of us is true –
I can not wait to see the end. Don't you see:
Duration – not intensity – is the quality of agony
|
||||
5. |
The Surface
05:44
|
|
||
|
The break of day will prove you wrong again
as morning birds commence their song again
For the strains up in the trees, all the sounds that seem to praise and jubilate
are the cries of black despair and the voices of lost souls mourning their fate
Move to my side under the surface
and see colours disappearing in the shade
This life is a song and we're humming along
Existence is the space between two vast eternities, take heed of your enemies
and fear your friends
Under the suface
and the honest actor will be hung for fraud
so while you're reflecting on this I submerge and start humming along
'cause life must go on
and the birds do sing their song
while we others are humming along
|
||||
6. |
Innocence & Knowledge
05:23
|
|
||
|
Sometimes I follow the streets ages metastasized
spider's web through nation's mud
Spreading like cracks in the glass of a frame, lines in an old man's palm
asphalt veins returning blood
As I went west past the war cemetaries
where anti-tank-barriers still hide under trees
I reached the bunkers of the Atlantic Wall
Then I went east through the „what might have been“
waned in the janus-faced smile of Berlin
where stones, flags and chimneys point towards Birkenau – Do you remember?
I know it
so I can't be innocent
I know it
and it won't be the same
And do you think you are unspoilt and guiltless and free
you think you are
but innocent we'll never be
And the surface melts in the summer sun
but the streets don't know
So you are proud? Are you defined by your heritage?
I'm not defined by nationality but by responsibility
Every street leads to new borders , confronts me with my heritage
Can you see what I see? The front is still confronting me
Sometimes I follow the streets like when I was innocent
and thought they were built for reaching friends and finding new horizons
But they were customized for marching feet and on the same streets the armies set out
death blood and misery returned, And refugees. Do you remember?
I know it
so I can't be innocent
I know it
and it won't be the same
And have we ever been unspoilt and guiltless and free
maybe maybe
but innocent we'll never be
|
||||
7. |
Mispassion Dispassion
05:51
|
|
||
|
Eyes are blinded tongues are singed and the hands securely tied
what about the weather is it cold when the day becomes the night
They all wait for loosing time – Mispassion
They all wait for breaking promises – Dispassion
And here's what she told me
If I had been less innocent she could have loved me more and she tried over and over again
but here is the promise:
I'm the dying man
Goodnight ladies, goodbye heart who wants share my destiny?
You will get the part with the death and decline – the poor rest is left for me
And I wait for loosing time in passion and venomed wine
the passion of the Christ is death – and so is mine
„Cold is the day don't loose your way follow your passion again“
But here is the promise: I won't be the one
If I had been less innocent you could have loved me more
If I'd been more indifferent this point wouldn't be sore
And I tried it over and over again
Come into my arms dear, try to ease our pain
When I die on the cross – will you give me head?
|
||||
8. |
|
|||
|
Smile
Your naked teeth shall be seen
your tongue red and moist inbetween
a slithering animal
Smile
your mouth shall split and let go
sperm and saliva shall flow
down your neck – like it's weeping, but you smile
Don't you
Smile
„We loose it not as long as we can smile“ (Shakespeare)
Smile
smile and smile again
distorts your face as in pain
the animal's threat
Now show me you smile
And we're looking at each other and sometimes we smile
And we're staring at each other and don't know and sometimes we smile
And we're breaking under the weight of destiny and sometimes we smile
And here we are and we don't know
sometimes we guess sometimes we smile
|
||||
9. |
They Removed Our Eyes
02:51
|
|
||
10. |
Gods Are Silent
04:57
|
|
||
|
Save me from decadence and pain
Spare me pity and disdain
Watched by corpses draped in golden chairs
down on my knees at the bottom of cold stairs
I was alll alone when lightning struck me
The gods are silent – but I'm no god
Summer's over and we're all alone
Something is inside, something moving still
Something clouds my mind and breaks my will
Burn me in subconscious desires
Burn me in self-destructive fires
I can imagine more than a mansion above
everything dies around me while I'm eaten by love
We will count our blessings as we join the dots
Symmetry is for idiots and ignorance for gods
The gods are silent – but we ain't gods
Can you hear this voice?
And this is my voice and here is my place
And here is my body and this is my place
And I'm gonna cough the blood back in your ever smiling face
|
||||
11. |
At The Foot Of The Hill
05:12
|
|
||
|
1 from murder
2 from god
3 away from suicide
I hear voices calling from behind the door but I still can't get inside
There's a picture in a broken frame in a house where time is standing still
I cut a swath through every wilderness and I'm still at the foot of the hill
I'm again at the foot of the hill
But now let's get higher
step upon our pains and have a look around
'Cause love and guilty pleasures are the only things that keep me going on, on and on
Blood on my bitten lips and songs against and of despair
and god has died a long long time ago, tell me why should I care
tell me now why do I care
We lost our feeble minds in the shadow of a hill
so why do we still torture time when there is time to kill
I am
1 word away from murder
2 fucks away from god
3 thoughts away from suicide
But let's get higher...
1 from murder 2 from god 3 from suicide
So let's get higher
I guess I could be called a winner 'cause I made it that far
Now let's get even higher, 'cause I know we won't survive this mess
and love and guilty pleasures are the only things that keep us going on, and on and on
Give me a guilty pleasure
Life is a guilty pleasure
|
||||
12. |
To What Is Left
04:45
|
|
||
|
Suddenly the light will seem to fade
and regrets start crawling from the shade
and you crave for some love
Suddenly your mind begins to freeze
and your hands reach out for memories
and you crave for some love
Crouched against the wall
they will touch you when they come
Cool politeness as contempt
and they're coming every day and do it over and over again
until it's over and you're left
to what is left
What you are is gonna burn
(Do it! Try it now!)
What is left is gonna burn and will be dust
Suddenly the lights will seem to fade
and you crave for some love
|
||||
Alexander Dust Germany
Alexander Dust is the lead singer and mastermind of the Goth/Dark Wave Band ALSO. Alexander Dust started working as a Solo artist in 2010 and released 7 albums on his own label "Painful Scream Records" so far. Apart from that, he is supervising the release of the ALSO backcatalogue. www.facebook.com/dustalso ... more
If you like Alexander Dust, you may also like:
The Void is Calling (2016 expanded edition)
by ALSO
supported by 7 fans who also own “To What Is Left”
"Life is a black abyss". But ironically some dreams coming true after all. I remember I've been trying to dig up the authors of this music led me through the darkest times of my life having "Psalm" on my mind. Since then, the band came from shadows of the underground (at least for several people) and now, three years past, I have a pleasure to listen to these significant songs in quality they deserve. Long afterlife to the Kings. They were born to reign our minds, you just didn't know it yet!
go to album
PERFUMES AND FRIPPERIES
by The Wake
supported by 7 fans who also own “To What Is Left”
I've enjoyed The Wake since the 90s. The new album feels like a trip to right where they left off! Goth Rock at it's best! I can't wait to see where they go from here!!
go to album
supported by 7 fans who also own “To What Is Left”
Once upon a time... Enjoyed hearing so much after all this years. Thx for releasing !!!
go to album
“Strangers” is packed with wonderfully menacing electro-goth—late-night horror movie music for vampire dance parties.
go to album
New on Grimalkin, this EP from Phantómódel is an irresistible batch of gothy post-punk that is delightfully harrowing.
go to album
Fuzzy post-punk that weaves threads of shoegaze and new wave together, from members of Froth and Feels.
go to album
fault line
by October Burns Black
supported by 7 fans who also own “To What Is Left”
New wave of Gothic Rock at it's finest. This band has top level talent from well renowned acts involved so wasn't the least bit surprised upon hearing the opening track. If you miss late 80's to mid 90's gothic rock bands, I can't recommend this one enough.
go to album
