We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

THIS EXISTENTIAL NIGHTMARE

by rich gulag

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

1.
V1 Fighting over poppies it’s the same shit every year A fucking bit of paper that you hold so fucking dear Together with your bacon and your pint and daily mail And your fucking knights Templar and your fucking holy grail Fighting all the time fighting every fucking day any excuse for you to have your fucking way No one ever learns and nothing’s gonna change Going round in circles cos we’re fucked up and deranged V2 We’re living in the times of peadophile crimes Fucked up agendas and words between the lines Hating on each other for the slightest little thing Washing our hands with the blood it always brings There’s one rule for the rich while the rest of us conform Recycled thoughts and teachings ,have become the daily norm Dare to stand alone and you’ll soon fall on your arse You’ve got to know your place your rules you gotta know your class V3 Digging in the ground for a little more oil Fuck the ecosystem let's contaminate the soil A little bit of profit before the future of us all Well money in the bank can’t save us from the fall Plastic in the ocean in the gut of every fish A bit of polystyrene makes a pretty tasty dish Hormones in your cornflakes and horse meat on your chips But I’ve yet to meet a person that really gives a shit V4 Nazis in the White House policemen in your schools To keep a close eye on those lower class fools Report your mum and dad if they smoke a bit of weed Turn your back on everyone to satisfy your greed When’s the last time you did a good fucking deed Extended a hand to someone in need When the last time you thought of someone but yourself It doesn’t take em much to help us kill ourselves We’re Fucked we’re fucked No matter what you say if they get their way they’ll shoot us in the head and we’ll all be dead we’re Fucked
2.
3.
Repent 03:40
V1 Two weeks is all it takes to create or make a fake for the sake of health and hate 14 days to erase the ways of a lifetime the life line cut free you see it’s me not we, where insanity is key A familiar place with the same old face hidden far beneath the skin the sin bringing forth the self-centred ways As the days roll past the essence holds fast slowly becoming that monstrous past c: repent reject deselect that choice that inner voice the voice of the dark the blackened hole The loss of control The death of the soul The loss of control V2 The chemical mix of the addicted and sick where the trick is to abstain from the sane the shame causes pain in the familiar way that stayed beneath the surface until that day Where everything changed Well change can be arranged but not the same for the deranged to maintain is to abstain from the chemically insane The subterfuge once used a definition of you , the tales come easy once you know what to do C) V3 Being not one to goad but to continue on this road to a destructive space where I wear a different face reflecting a dark and ominous place The animal inside that hides and bides it’s time outwardly fine in truth walking the line waiting for a sign a sign of the times a time full of crimes ignoring the cries and sighs from the eyes of those who care Who’ve always been there C) V4 Like him the sin of the father or rather the mother the smother the beast of them all So again you fall with no one to catch so you hatch your plan to be the man you despise the god of lies the lord of the flies the devil in disguise Disguised as myself the ego the Id to keep the lid on the boiling pot which is still boiling hot just waiting to spill to fill my boots with the evil that men do,like me like you Years of restraint without a single complaint, compliant or defiant like a good hairless ape a heartless trait a spiritual rape my spirit has left and left a darker face C) Repent reject , deselect that choice that inner voice the voice of the dark the blackened hole The loss of control The death of the soul The loss of control
4.
What's the fucking point, it doesn't matter anyway Sign their petition and just Maybe they’ll listen although their ears fall deaf on anything that doesn’t make them a quick buck so your out of luck if you think they give a fuck You’ll be struck off their list pissed out like a kidney stone all alone until all you can do is groan and moan or complain on social media via your phone the empty victories their sordid histories you've long since known. Due process they say when we all know it only works one way a farcical system to keep you feeling secure or slicker when in fact your sicker just like the system they supposedly represent, The present descent into their insidious intent just like the last farce, the past nasties from all those parties, the last chance to become something smarter, no martyr for the cause, no heart for the fools the rules are clear but they're unwilling to hear. So here we go, another short moment of torment, a dormant urge to purge all learned ways, counting the days the haze begins to clear and the hope turn into fear that sears deep into the soul , like mind control only deeper into existence , resistance is noble desist with the puerile all efforts are futile Choice is illusion delusional dreams seeming real healing all setting you up for the fall, for all to see that they too know there place. Give what you are given and then throw it to the smitten, the sycophantic non descript pieces of shit, the hypocrites, the outdated, narrow minded lead by so called example holier than thou robots or clones with their phoney agendas, with their secret members, archaic rituals and feather fucking dusters it must be a joke a game they play only were all in it but not to win cos there's no prize when your eyes can't decide whether the lies are reality or reality is the lie
5.
This town 03:07
Verse1 29 years and I’m tired of this place And I know every face and the lives that they waste And I’ve seen people try and I’ve watched their hopes die And their streets fall apart and their livelihoods fry C) Why can’t this place just let me go Verse 2 I’ve watched pretty towns move steadily down Once greeted with smiles now just a frown Community spirit once given with love now just a haven for thugs and their drugs C) Why can’t this place just let me go x2 Verse 3 The pigs are short staffed and the council ain’t there Preferring new Phones to community care nice housing estates now falling apart Council tax spent on pointless street art Why can’t this place just let me go Verse 4 Jobs have died out and zero h rules Agency work where they treat you like fools Desperate faces in every shop door 90% of them begging to score C) Why can’t this place just let me go x2 Verse 5 One face I knew a hardworking guy Now sleeping by Tesco’s just waiting to die His world in a trolley he takes every where His dignity crushed as I watch people stare C) Why can’t this place just let me go Verse 6 It's hard to fit in and it’s hard to make friends once an outsider outside till the end I’ve been far from perfect I’ve lied and deceived So maybe it’s karma that won’t let me leave C) Why can’t this place just let me go x2
6.
Fit in like a sin that wasn’t for me, it didn’t make me free or see a better reality,Maybe just the subject of hate and envy and misplaced petty rivalry Fit in like a sin that wasn’t for me Didn’t make me free or see a better reality Just making the same mistakes all over again P You see, to feel free is a concept or a dream , a scene from nightmarish scream,you gotta mean what you believe, not deceive to receive. your like minded echo call, the fall of you all. P The rule for the fools to school their unreasonable way of being . Well seeing is for the blind where the one eyed man is king, and things seem to ring true .When really what they do is without a clue, or care for you P hide truth like a toothless crackhead, the living dead , the lying head of things left unsaid the feet of lead in the red ocean of dread C My train of thought like a mental assault giving me reason to feel distraught, like I ought to be naughty but felt past it at forty my mind feeling faulty my body distorted P Believing I belonged to those now my enemy or frenemy they say,but it’s just a way to play with words,the meanings the same left out for the birds and the worms that turn at every opportunity P they see it’s them not we that don’t want unity They move the goals every time I’m near instilling a fear far beyond reasonable doubt do I fight it out, or shout falling out with those around that I surround myself With C The Freeks and the cliques that offer their mystique for those who seek things a little unique So called Original, individual, in the middle of it all waiting to fall to be free from it all P The stories that bore me the sores that plague me those that act like a baby well maybe they’ll save me or Will they save themselves, save it for someone else their own personal hell left dead on the shelf P Where health and mind are so intertwined with the crimes and whines of the seeing and the blind .We’ll fool me once and shame on me but try and try again to fool twice to fool three P Well now I can see the techniques they employ to divert the hoi polloi from the real and the just We’re all just dust or aging with rust in a scene so obscene with no one to trust C
7.
Verse 1&3 Back to square one let’s start it again the psycho cycle the mice and the men Don't mention the mental they'll vent all your fears and your tears that you've nurtured for months or for years And years of baggage you manage to keep from seeking the elusive the prize of the meek From the streets of the sleek you too quickly peak becoming so pretty so petty so chic Chorus Back in the loop the moebius strip you trip with conflict inflicting your grip on the weak on the fools on the lawless with rules so you school and drool and you slobber and puke a fluke just a ruse that proves not a thing Not a jot not a fuck so you bargain with luck to keep out of the muck and the mire and the shit Verse 2 Still toxic as ever not clever or cool just fools with their duels and irrelevant tools absurd and deferred from anything real from things that you feel or lives that they steal And take and forsake and kill and create debate their last take on your future and fate Well fate is for losers for fairy tail dreams not real not concrete despite how it seems Chorus 2 the seams wearing thin the soles hanging off the soul turning black the psyche attacks With tact you detract and react as you crack As it's hard to be straight with their knife in your back Stuck deep like a key on a clockwork man or a tin of spam like a man with no plan for himself or the damned Stuck in the loop again
8.
Pay to play 03:21
Hai provato a lucrare sui miei sogni di rivolta E poi a spegnermi la rabbia con promesse a pagamento Ma resto mio e ora sputo sulla tua fama di plastica E spazzo via deciso quella sensazione di impotenza Cui ci hai costretto col tuo nuovo modello I tuoi soldi il tuo dio malato ed un nuovo imperativo Forse non resterà niente di quello che sono adesso Sparirò quando sarai riuscito a mettermi a tacere Ma in questo tempo malato resto vivo Pronto a rituffarmi nel buio della mia condizione Precarietà, promesse, la vita è un vicolo cieco E noi ci apriremo un varco grideremo più forte You tried to make money on my dreams of revolt And then to extinguish the anger with promises to payment But I remain mine and now I spit on your plastic fame And that feeling of impotence swept away Whose you forced us with your new model Your money your sick god and a new imperative Perhaps nothing will remain of what I am now I will disappear when you have managed to silence me But in this sick time I stay alive Ready to plunge into the darkness of my condition Precariousness, promises, life is a dead end And we will open a way to shout louder I don’t wanna make a dea,l you know how I feel I am here to say , that I don’t wanna pay to play
9.
There goes another failed rock god for you to mourn over another for you to claim you’ve always loved when even your partner never heard you mention them once You only seem to care when it's someone famous who's died You’ve always liked them you say you play their music every day well it’s news to me you see I think your full of shit like all the other hypocrites who thrive on celebrity death yet fall silent when a stranger draws their last breath You only seem to care when it's someone famous who's died Heartfelt messages on social media followed by tributes .. as if anyone connected to the dead star will see your shit or in fact that you’re shit You only seem to care when it's someone famous who's died So don’t bother, save it for your mother or someone other that believes your crap smother your lies disguise your hypocrisy with crocodile tears. Every year it’s someone new who according to you you’ve always been in to You only seem to care when it's someone famous who's died Well I call bull you can’t pull my leg its all a part of the facade you try to project protecting the real you from scrutiny your duplicity shows Pretending to care for those you don’t know You only seem to care when it's someone famous who's died well it’s all a show for the folks you think deserve your respect well I reject your intellect and your sheep mentality your audacity is troubling doubling my hate towards your fake fate filled nonsense You only seem to care when it's someone famous who's died it makes no sense like your sordid innocence A school yard mentality a popularity contest like all the other nonsense I thought I’d left behind as a child The mourning this morning has you all at odds you only shed a tear at The death of the new gods You only seem to care when it's someone famous who's died
10.
See them after you, see them after you I know that your a REBEL and they’ll never catch you but see them after you Running with the devil so they’ll never take you But see them after you They been knocking on my door for the last fifteen days Something about some debt I I should have long ago paid But if I had a fucking penny I wouldn’t be in this hole Hiding in my flat sitting freezing in the cold You can take my broken cooker and have my scabby wok Even take my dirty mattress as it’s all I fucking got I’m down to bags of pasta and a little bit of bread Electrics almost gone and their getting in my head It’s like we’re all just playing- a game of cat and mouse Them still out there waiting- for me to leave my house Do they think I’ve fucking got a magic money tree That’s the only way they’ll get a penny out of me they’ve got a court order to take away my things To sell it all off cheap and use the cash its gonna bring So they kick and break my door it’s seems this time they’ve won this round But I laugh my fucking head off at the pile of shit they’ve found So take my broken tv and my sofa and my bike Take the fucking lot I don’t even give a shite

about

tenth studio album from rich gulag featuring , rich gulag, sindrome del dolore, flesh eating foundation and dsm global collective
Anarchy.forsale records
Skum rekordz 031

credits

released March 26, 2019

all music by rich gulag except
*track 5 this town, music by flesh eating foundation
all lyrics by rich gulag
except **track 2 ignorance is bliss lyrics by danny syndrome
***track 8 pay to play lyrics by jim wilde, Gi emme

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

rich gulag UK

Living in Nottingham also guitarist for anarcho punk band pedagree skum, Activistas and the black light mutants always anti fascist.

contact / help

Contact rich gulag

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

rich gulag recommends:

If you like rich gulag, you may also like: