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The Comfort of Loss & Dust

by Cold in Berlin

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1.
She Walks 05:08
Out of the corners he creeps Into her bedroom while she sleeps And every nightmare sets her free Stumbling barefoot back to me And she walks she walks she walks two steps behind He fucks her so unkind Out of the shadows he seeps Burning her bed sheets while she weeps And every song she sings sets her free Soaring skywards towards me And she walks she walks she walks two steps behind Love is so unkind There's a slow dawn coming He fucks her so unkind
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The Bell 05:19
One more bell one more bell and I'm yours And from my belly the beast crawls And no no no I'm not what he needs Watch me as I bleed for you Our love is suicide our love is shame Our love is chemistry and skin Watch me as a bleed for him One more bell one more bell and I'm free One more broken bone is freedom in me And no no no I'm not what she needs Watch me as I bleed for you Our love is suicide our love is shame Our love is chemistry and sin Watch me as a bleed for him It is your fingers that miss the most It is the way that I plead It is your fingers that I miss the most It is the way that you squeeze It is your fingers that hurt me the most That is my sick disease Watch me as I bleed Watch me as I bleed for you
3.
Dopamine 05:14
Dirty little angel waking up with big men Dancing in the shadows playing games with sharks I love your haircut you wire frame princess My leather clad warrior photograph my art And it takes so long for the body to respond these days And we've only just begun And it takes so long for the body to respond these days And you're only 21 I remember that angel stalking rooftops Deals with the devil for a future in the stars I love that outfit my sex stained princess Cigarette warrior tearing me apart Dopamine runs right through me It takes so long for the body to respond these days And we've only just begun And it takes so long for the body to respond these days And you're only 21 I found your name etched deep within my skin I found your name shoved in all the way in I bleed your name time and time again I bleed your name time and time again Dopamine runs right through me
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The Sinner 05:13
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Fucking Loud 01:58
All she wanted was to be alone but it's so fucking loud in here
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There's time now were one on one There is power in the regret of your tongue I can breathe it in if you can breathe it out I can swallow a whisper I can swallow a shout I prefer the glass half empty I prefer the girl when she's alone Casting mysterious spells Raising exotic hell You can twist from me such exotic rot I was not what you wanted I was what you got The most powerful woman I've seen is crawling inside what's left of me Through those mysterious spells Raising exotic hell She has woken naked on rooftop Calling madness frantic towards the sky She has walked in the likelihood of shame Her future stumbles blindly by All for those mysterious spells She's raising exotic hell There will be a moment that splits everything A pause that shifts direction When you ease between two versions of yourself As all futures spread before you Treading on and trampling on all your past There will be a breath in which all songs stall and bring you back to this moment When suns and stars and moons collide inside your chest Your lungs will fill with the light of might And there will be days that tear you apart with the strength of their loss And nights etched with misguided attempts to end misunderstood lustful endings While London sits mute and painful beneath the red August sun And there will be dreams that cast mysterious spells on to your waking hours And creatures that twist from your belly and crawl nightmarish between the cracks in your day time dreams And there will be lovers oh there will be lovers to dance with and scream with in grateful exhalation Those isolated prayers against loneliness But aging will sweep from you great moments you never knew And loss will carve your heart Calcifying into weird and unknowable shapes And rainbows will chase you into shadows behind old photographs To prove that anything can come from nothing And beasts will wait silently behind the locked doors of if And in that moment all will be lost And your forgotten self will creep behind you low and beastly For Persephone stalks your thoughts into sweet regret And breathing secret never on to every decision to come And as the song ends so you are done for For it is true we do not believe what we please For all is mysterious spells and exotic hell Oh those mysterious spells Raising exotic hell I prefer the glass half empty I prefer the girl when she's alone Oh those mysterious spells Raising exotic hell I prefer the glass half empty I prefer the girl when she's alone I prefer the taste of mysterious spells Raising exotic hell Oh those mysterious spells
7.
Oh it's the sunrise despise me And I love those disguises that you wear And I'll be what you wanna be what you wanna believe in But only when there's no one else there Oh it's the moonlight that guides me Although you follow everywhere And when my skins crawling with your tounge You look so god damn fare Then I'll be you wanna be what you wanna believe in But only when there's no one else there One more drop one more breath One more blood stain on my dress One more drop nothing's left Rip my grieving from chest Coming back for more coming back for more Dirty little school girl trippin' on the floor One hit more another hit waiting Dirty little house wife angry and aging Coming back for more coming back for more Dirty little husband bursting through the wall One hit more another hit waiting Dirty little angle feed up with praying Coming back for more coming back for more Dirty little rainbow bursting through the floor One hit more another hit waiting Dirty little blood stain trickle down the wall Coming back for more coming back for more Dirty little rainbow shooting through the floor One hit more another hit waiting Dirty little blood stain trickle down the wall Coming back for more
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Ghosts 03:41
There are ghosts here I am sure They whisper love songs through the floor boards My dreams welcome him home I won't stay here alone one day more Sweet sweet dangerous love Sweet sweet bone shaking lust My sweet sweet writing's not enough To save us this love one day more Now there's ghosts around the bath tub They itch and bitch they scratch and moan There's a monster beneath my bed I won't spend the night alone Sweet Sweet dangerous love Sweet Sweet bone shaking lust Sweet Sweet writing's not enough To save us this love one day more Now the body in the bath tub The bones they etch such sweet refrain But the blood that stains the water No longer warms my veins Sweet Sweet dangerous love Sweet Sweet bone shaking lust Sweet Sweet bleeding's not enough To save us this love one day more
10.
He writes her a letter to say he'll break her two And she'll beg him to she'll beg him to He writes out the list of the shit he's gonna make her do Make her crawl for you make her crawl Rape her daughter first Rape her mother first And she'll crawl through the filth to pray to you Break her fingers first Break her rib cage and she'll slide through the slime to get to you He writes her a letter of all the things that he could do She'll beg him to break her in two He writes out a list the shit he's gonna make her do Make her squirm for you make her squirm Break her fingers first Break her rib cage first And she'll dance through the dust to pray to you Rape her daughter first Rape her mother first And she'll squirm through the shit to get to you In the murky water as he holds her down Let the weight of the water soothe you as you drown Break her fingers first Break her rib cage first And she'll dance through the shit to worship you Break her mother first Break her daughter first And she'll squirm through the shit to get to you
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The Comfort of Loss and Dust (Candlelight Records) 10 tracks of unprecedented scope and power, recorded at Gun Factory Studios, London and Mastered by Jaime Gomez Arellano (Sunn O))) and Electric Wizard).

CiB's third album is a black mass of doomy punk rock, fired by the Gothic imaginings of vocalist/lyricist Maya. With its dark soundscapes spun in haunting imagery and a feeling of the uncanny, The Comfort of Loss and Dust plays like the aural accompaniment to a nightmare.

The down-tuned guitars and powerful drums create a tide of sound, that lift's Maya's lyrics as she twists and writhes through the murky waters of love, loss and bone-shaking lust.

“The album travels. We draw from diverse, supernatural landscapes. From the Yorkshire Moors to the barren beauty of Iceland, from India's city rooftops to the Catacombs beneath Paris. All share a similar mystery - and for me, are tied up with some form of loss. I think the listener will travel with us.”

The record’s centrepiece is the seven-minute Mysterious Spells - a post-mortem of youthful abandonment and a terrifying journey into the miasma of our current malaise. Electricity crackles, Tibetan singing bowls ring and prayers are offered as the band completes its metamorphosis.

“With this album, definition is difficult but pain resonates throughout; the powerful sound of survival,” - Maya.

Following on from their critically acclaimed debut album Give Me Walls (2010, Cargo) and the 2012 follow up And Yet, this release will be the bands’ second on pioneering independent label Candlelight Records.

Since forming in 2010, London-based Cold in Berlin has played throughout Europe alongside some of the most revered alternative acts, graced major festival stages and won praise from influential publications including Q, Mojo, Metal Hammer, Rock Sound and Clash.

Last year saw Cold in Berlin cement their position in the UK’s underground scene with a lauded appearance at Whitby Goth Weekend and a presence in the Terror and Wonder exhibition at the British Library.

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released April 5, 2015

Recorded at The Gun Factory Studios by Cönstantin Grönert

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New EP THE BODY IS THE WOUND out now on New Heavy Sounds

'Get sucked into their dark whirlpool of noise' Mojo

'Translators for our imploding society' ArtRocker

'A a voice that could fell oaks at 100 meters... razor-sharp guitar wizardry.' Q Magazine

'A mesmerising set of doomy, goth-infused tracks' Metal Hammer.
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