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Fragmented Consciousness

by Dan Deagh Wealcan

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Neednothing 03:24
I don’t need anything Get it out of my head Good god? It try to sleep. Don’t start this shit right now! I’m tired. I’m full. And now I’m speaking to my own brain I don’t need anything, I need nothing I don’t need anything. Get it out of my head! {All the fragments. All this memories. I don’t need them right now. I don’t want them to stay. All this thoughts. All this unneeded emotions I just want to be me again} * But the crowd won’t go away. Still position is what I need. But my crowded mind taps my vein to feed. Dancing and screaming, the thoughts march through my brain. I don’t know whether to die, or lead the parade! Why do they need to stay? I don’t want to feel anything anymore. Please, give me something that I can ignore. * repeat I don’t need anything. Get it out of my head! ADD is my case today I can not concentrate on anything I feel only fragments of thoughts And when I close my eyes I see the patterns swirling and changing. Asymmetrical, unresting, painful psychic kaleidoscope. I don’t need anything, I need nothing.
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Number*Nine 03:39
Number 9 is somewhat magical. Although I’m tired after all. The previous eight were tough, But the last one beats them all I’ve tried to cope with this world, But it had shown it’s teeth I’ve tried to manage my own head, Unsheathe my mighty sword And gallop with an oath? Been there. Done that. This method didn’t prove it’s worth. {#Nine is magical. The last one always is. I won’t try once more} * I have tried to be like everyone, But I failed rather miserably. I tried to be the same as you. To think like you, to act like you. Eight fucking times I tried and tried. This one will be the last draw. I will conform, I will agree. I’ll let the world to govern me. And in the end I wanna see... What is left of me? * repeat No more of giving up to you! I am me! And it was always me! No more of thinking just like you! I am me! And it was always me! Nine! Nine fucking times! I failed so much that I think it wasn't right way Why? Why did I even try? Was I afraid of my individuality?
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I’m stuck in this unending stream. And all my life became routine. I’m like a bug on a thread. I’m circling through my life. {Caged inside a loop. I am out to get free} * I’m stuck in this unresting spin. Just like a fly on sticky tape. My wings are free, but legs are trapped In glue of apathy. * repeat Stuck in this unending stream. Stuck in this unresting spin. Every day I feel the same. Nothing changes in any way. Every moment I get through Is like an endless déjà vu. Where are my dreams? I had quite a few. Gone, buried under mundane, day-to-day activities. And what is left of me? Lazy, stinking blob of fat, ranting about his problems, but never doing anything to solve them! Pathetic! I am just a pathetic lazy prick!
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What page I was on? I don’t know, but I need to. This state of mind drives me nuts. It feels like a dream though I know it’s not. As for now, it is the only thing I know for sure. {I’m confused. Overused. Scattering thoughts I can’t use} * I speak, then I forget what I was talking about Then I return to start And don’t know how to go on I know that I’m awake, But it feels like a dream. Did you ever had a dream, When you’re in a crowded room and you’re naked? That confusion I feel, when I’m awake. Oh, what a drag, you might say. You don’t know what is like To host inside your brain such a fragmented mind. You don’t know how it feels, When you can’t think straight. I’m awake! * repeat What page I was on? I don’t know, but I need to. This state of mind drives me nuts. It feels like a dream, and I don’t even know for sure that I’m awake. I need defragmentation...
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instrumental
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In5tasis 05:43
I don’t like words. I don’t believe them. Try not to speak. But think instead. Though once the thoughts sound like they are drowning I lay down and turn the switch off. {All this - away! The thoughts - away! Let me be hollow The words - away! Nothing - to stay My tongue I swallow} * I lay in stasis. Waiting for something. {Comatose. Reality overdose} ** * repeat {I lay in stasis. Waiting for something. Silent and hollow. My tongue I swallow} *** No one should interrupt my slumber. My serenity Is too precious to break. But every time the words start to knock in my ears. And they stomp, and they scream. And they break my silence. And drag me out of my tranquility! Oh, the audacity! Now you know why I don’t like words. They are loud and obnoxious. They drive me mad! * repeat ** repeat *** repeat
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strangeWAR 02:44
Waging war, when no one ever really loses. Strange war when there is only one man fighting. I like to keep everything under a strict and firm control. I’m always ready to kick myself in the arts. In order to save my soul. Can’t let my other self loose. This slacker would get lost in his own house. Strange war. But every time I back up from him. Strange war. I pity this fool in spite of me. I’m the paranoid one, always afraid, always looking back over my shoulder, waiting for a strike. I’m the overbearing one, always standing behind, ready to save the other one from his mistakes. I am Jack’s mental fucking disorder. I don’t even know who this Jack is. I guess I took the name from some movie. Strange war
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I’m leaking through reality, to my displeasure With the speed that I cannot even measure. Bleeding through the side of the four-dimensional cube. Into unknown… Bleeding. I’m bleeding thr0ugh. With the sound of cracking nails I slip in. Clawing, trying not to fall in the delusional state of mind I cant, try as I might. Bleeding. (Breathing, Aching, Dying) I’m bleeding through. I feel dead fingers in my head. They mess it all, they tear it all. Cold, dead fingers in my head. Pushing me. I’m 1eaking through reality, to the other side. I cannot see it, but I feel it with my feet. There’s nothing pleasant about this feeling at all. Bleeding. (Crying, Screaming, Dying) I’m bleeding through {I cannot see what’s inside the machine. That’s grinding me. Squashing me. Slicing me. Devouring me} * I’m leaking through reality. I’m crying as I’m bleeding through. I’m aching as I’m bleeding through. I’m screaming asI’m bleeding through. I’m dying as I’m bleeding through. * repeat I’m leaking through reality.
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Retreat to my head. Back into my shell I crawl. Gnawing at my finger nails. I will wait and bleed. Welcome to my lair. A temple of my cowardice. The place I like to go, When the world gives me hard time. When I don’t like something. When something doesn’t like me. When I need salvation from this madness. {It’s my private. Private Asylum. You can walk in. But only for a while} * Welcome to my home. My personal reality. Spiders and mice and the dust in the corners. Skeletons in closets and blood on the shrine. She told me and I did it, I excised everything. But then she disappeared as well. * repeat Then you must leave. Before I changed my mind. My temple can be deadly and vile. Exit is lightened in green. Excuse me for not escorting you out. getoutofmyhead!!! ...please
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Cryptic mind to unveil. It’s difficult ‘cause it’s mine. I walk inside. Management of the soul. It’s difficult, ‘cause it’s hard to be objective I’m managing the broken clusters now. Cognitive dissonance can be fun, If it’s not bestowed upon ya. Otherwise, you’re fucked. The society dictates it’s terms. If you’re not in, you’re out. Some of things that I know Are different from what others think. Who is wrong? If everyone says something, should I believe it too? {Sometimes I don’t wanna go out on the streets, because everything out there is so unlike what I have known. Everyone is fucked in the head! They keep telling me what’s right and what’s wrong: How to cross the street, how to change the lanes, what I should say! But nothing makes any goddamn sense! Am I the only one who think that everyone else is nuts?} * Managing the broken clusters. I’m managing the broken clusters now. * repeat Don’t wanna try. I don’t wanna try. Looking for the broken clusters. But are they really flawed? Managing the broken clusters
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A-Void 02:25
instrumental
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I’m thumbing through my memories And see a lot of faces. Some I know, the others are only strangers. I wonder where they’ve gone. They aren’t around anymore. I wander whether they’re alive And my brain is here to please me. Pictures of dead people in my head. {The more I live, the more I’m trying to forget. Try to unsee and unknow. All of those who shared this world with me. But aren’t there anymore} * Memories are heavy. They pile up and blacken my vision. I’m diggin’ in, try to unravel something pleasant, But the longer I live, the more deaths show up. Memories! * repeat They call - I fall Down - Inside I try to manage them, store them in someplace secure. But the memories of dead people are pretty much alive in me. Loved ones, strangers, looking back. I watch them changing as they live there on their own. My head became a purgatory for them to roam. * repeat
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Come on! Bring in the doctor! Some kind of shrink To help me gather my thoughts. Damn! Every time I try to concentrate, Those pesky fragments all fly away. Defragmentation failed. All the hierarchy is flawed. Liquid thoughts flow away. Defragmentation failed. All my thoughts are dispersed throughout the brain. I feel like I’m full. [everything is wrong] Defragmentation failed. All the hierarchy is flawed. Defragmentation failed. Liquid thoughts flow away. I feel like I’m full. [everything is wrong]
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Enou8h... 03:12
Too late for self diggin’ and wrong time to pray. Too late for regrets – defragmentation failed. And I don’t care enough to try again. Now I will just live with myself. Be, breathe while I can breathe. Move further, towards the end. Fragmented mind will live fragmented life And now I do not have much words left to say. Well, I kinda was not a speaker anyway. But I tried to express my feelings in songs. If you don’t care, then please move along. And I will go wherever legs take me. In any direction. To any conclusion. Fragmented mind will live fragmented life Wherever it takes me. Whatever I feel. I will live with this consciousness, I tried to conceal. I don’t wanna be this, but I have no choice. And don’t mind if I speak in a different voice. I AM ME AND I EMBRACE MYSELF
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instrumental

about

Fragmented Consciousness is the third page in the history of
Russian-Ukrainian experimental duet Dan Deagh Wealcan’s big
journey in search of total stylistic madness. More eclectic and
more distinctive album is also a conceptual work about the sub-
jective specifics of fragmented consciousness. It’s an attempt of
analyzing the various processes that occur in our mind and their
influence on our view of reality. It’s a way to gather the pieces of
thoughts into one and try to accept yourself for who you really
are.

Sixteen musical “fragments” were recorded throughout the
year 2015 and together are the inevitable creative evolution
of the duet, maintaining the distinctive style of the previous
two albums and bringing new overtones along as well.

The stylistic classification of the band is getting harder and
harder with every released album. It is a bizarre melting pot
of Industrial, Post-Hardcore, Progressive, Alternative-Metal,
Art-Rock, Electronic, Noise, Symphonic-Rock, New-Prog,
Mathcore.

credits

released February 15, 2016

Music was written, arranged, programmed, performed,
recorded, mixed, digitally edited & produced by Mikhail
A. Repp (11.2014 - 09.2015) in Moscow, RF.

Lyrics and vocals by Eugene (IOWA)
Zoidze-Mishchenko. Lyrics concept by
M. A. Repp. Vocals were recorded by
Eugene (IOWA) Zoidze-Mishchenko
(11.2014 - 06.2015) in Zaporizhzhya,
UA. Voice in “a-void” by M. A. Repp.

Mastered by
Anton Vorozhtsov at TA Production,
Zaporizhzhya, UA. Photos and design
by M. A. Repp. Executive producer:
Natalia Repp.

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