Two Straight Horizontal Lines And The Organized Chaos In Between

by Dan Deagh Wealcan

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After two and a half year of operation. After a lot of trial and error, I can say that to some extent I am satisfied ... Why am I lying? I am proud and glad that happened in the end. I hope my concept of Lo-Fi metal impregnated with the spirit of freedom of music 60-70s you'll be pleased.

credits

released 04 April 2014
All music was written, arranged, programmed, performed, recorded, mixed & produced by Mikhail A. Repp in the years 2012-2014 at Home Conditions kind-of-like-a-Studio, Moscow, Russia. All lyrics was written by Eugene “Iowa” Zoidze-Mishchenko. Lyrics subject and concept by M.A. Repp. Vocal was performed and recorded by Eugene “Iowa” Zoidze-Mishchenko in the years 2013-2014 in Zaporizhzhya,
Ukraine. Masterd at TA Production by Anton Vorozhtsov. Background photos and design by Mikhail A. Repp.
Executive producer: Natalia Repp.

Fysical, Digital and Mental Stuff that used in this record: Fernandes Monterey Guitar, Line 6 PODHD500, Akai MPK25 midi keyboard, Ipad 3rd Generation,Asus UX30series Laptop, MacBook Pro, Steinberg Cubase, Logic Pro X, DM1 The Drum Machine by Fingerlab. And also a lot of coffee, florid hands, overflowing bowl of the head and obsession.

This album is dedicated to those who listened it from beginning to the end...and even those who have tried to do it. Thank you all.

(C) 2014 Dan Deagh Wealcan. All Rights Reserved.
www.dandeaghwealcan.com | mikhailrepp@gmail.com
Contact info: 105066, Russia, Moscow,
Novoryazanskaya 32-18

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Track Name: Beware Of Lines!
+ I was wandering ‘round the world when I met him. He begged me to listen to him. He told me about the life. Between parallel lines, surrounding us, never interfering.The madman told me to beware of the lines. I didn’t pay attention to his words then I looked at him like he was insane.I walked away and never saw him again. Years have passed before my eyes until I started to see the lines. We all live in a thin layer between two lines. The fabric of reality is too thin for us to witness. We are, but numbers, in an equation of chaos and order. The madman told me to beware of the lines. I didn’t listen, but now I regret. I walked away and didn’t see him again. I tried to find him, but he vanished in a thin air.
Track Name: Paranoia? I'm Aim! Assure You!
+ Iamperfectlyfine! I assure you! I am not the madman here. Can’t you see? The pattern is perfectly clear. Can’t you see? I’m right. I live in a world full of lies. Can’t you see that I am right?Paranoia has no deal with me. I can see that I’m alright. Clearly this is someone’s evil plot. But I’ll never quit the fight. Paranoia has no deal with me. I can see that I’m alright. Iamperfectlyfine!
I assure you! Can’t you see that I am right? Can’t you see that I am... Fine!?
Track Name: I've Just Threw Out My Phone And Sanity
+ I’m tired of playing me.
To hell! To hell all of me. To hell all that’s left of me. I’ve just threw out my phone and sanity. I’m not what I pretended to be. Tired to be lying prick. (I was) Tired to be a mistake. (I was) Tired to be shameless fake. (I was) Tired to be everything. (I was) See what’s left of me. Strippedfrom all the scenery. I’ve just threw out my phone and sanity. I’m not what I
pretended to be. I’ve just threw out my phone and sanity. I’m tired of playing me. Honesty comes from deep within me. I’ve just threw out my phone and sanity. I’m not what I pretended to be. I’ve just threw out my phone and sanity. I’m tired of playing me.
Track Name: Logical - Version 3.76
+ Everything is counted. The numbers are revealed. The logic gives me comfort. But the truth is still concealed. [straight lines] I’m walking along the straight line. And slowly realize. That something inside is screaming. Screaming in pain. Something inside me. Wants to get out. Illogical creature. I don’t think I’m really alive! All my life is walking in straight lines! Can someone say? What will occur when I cut this corner in me? I guess it’s all up to me! Hey! I don’t wanna walk the straight line anymore!
Track Name: Well, Just Burn It Down
+ Well, just burn it down and throw it all away! If you think it slows you down. I did it myself some time ago. And you know I’ve never felt so good. You know it well. It will eat you whole unless you burn it DOWN! Burn it down to the ground.Before reality comes crashing down on you. Well, just burn it down, leave it all behind! Bury the past if it bothers you. Feel free to burn the bridges That link you with reality. Emotions rush forward. Sweat on your face.No one will mourn for the past you erase. I can assure you, there’s nothing to regret. To hell all this bullshit, just burn it down,.. burn it down to the GROUND!
Track Name: Det Sista Ljuset
+Instrumental
Track Name: ICD10Q031V2010WTF!?
+ Why do I go insane. Loosing my fucking mind? For all the things I ask Someone can give me an answer. What’s in my head cannot be saved. It ain’t gonna change. Viciously painful
breakdowns of mine, tremors and twitches and seizures and times when I just fucking scream on top of my lungs! I will live with my curse ‘till I go away. Nothing of what’s in my head can be changed. No! Never! My head won’t change! Nothing will ever change! Hopeless state. Breakdown of sanity. Hell in me won’t ever go away.
Track Name: The Number Was Too Long, So I Forgot It
+ I smiled and you smiled back. Conversation drifted towards its end. I paid the check, you kissed me on the lips. That kiss blew me away! You told me your number but now I can’t remember. The number was too long. I didn’t even ask your name How am I supposed to find you? Five, eight, six, eight and four. But what comes next? I forgot your number. What should I do? Five, eight, six, eight and four Is all I can recall. Farewell, It was too long. The number was too long, so I’ve forgotten it.
Track Name: Defy Yourself By Yourself
+ I’m standing before the mirror. Hands are clenched into fists. I am so tired of this confrontation. I’m gonna defy myself by myself. Pointless conversations, undone satisfaction. Mad confrontation, with my own reflection. Rip it to shreds. Fist to the jaw. Burn it all down. I’m going mad. Throw it all out. Room is spinning in a furious vertigo. [everything’s gone insane now]
I’m all by myself. Brawling it my reflection in a mirror. I’ve got to step on myself. In order to move on with my life. Pointless conversations, undone satisfaction. Mad confrontation, with my own reflection.
Track Name: Mediterranean Sky
+ Between Lines! Between lines we all are! You can’t take it from the world. Everything is tightly intertwined You can’t take it from me. Because it lives too deep inside. Everything is between. This is what you can’t deny. Chaos and order are the never-crossing lines. Between lines! Interferences reverberate in a space between lines that are chaos and order.Every time I look at the sky. I see chaos in its strongest. Clouds change their shapes so wildly.That I cannot even
grasp and focus. Fractal shapes come and go. In a graceful and steady pace. Why should someone wanna change it. Instead of living in this marvelous and friendly place. Between lines we all are! We all live in a perfect world Between chaos and order. None of both will give us something good Everything is intertwined. We are all combined Balance of this world should be untouchable. Solid and perpetual. Interferences reverberate.You can’t take it from this world. Everything is tightly intertwined. Chaos and order are the never-crossing lines.Thought we cannot touch them both. We can witness them from a distance. Straight line does change direction. But we can only guess. You can’t take it from this world. You can’t take it from me.
Track Name: Pointlessness
+ Visions in my head are spinning wildly, trying to get out. I need some rest, I need some still position. Everything I know is fading. It turns to be that I can’t be sure. Clockwork needs a still position to reset. Conversations with myself destabilizing. I’m confronting with myself. Pointless words, uncertainty. Paranoia holds the grip. Opinions change sporadically. Clockwork needs a still position to reset. Conversations with myself destabilizing. Colors are flowing hrough my veins. Still they don’t seem to go away. Don’t be so sure...Visions in my head slowly disappear,
leaving sour taste. Voices fading out. Uncertainty
seems to go away. Seems to go away…