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The Bloody Horizon
08:00
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Strange are the dreams I have had of late
Weird are the signs that I find on my plate.
Gossip has reached me from lands afar
they have slaughtered millions of beings so far
Their hands are bloody
their eyes are ablaze
they have no idea
what it means to behave
they talk like monsters
exploiting what is
and all are supposed to consider this bliss
if you misbehave you are judged and put down
they look upon you with rage and with scorn
they whip you with glances that hardened with crimes
against living beings like you and like I
What can be done?
The horizon is red?
From all the creatures that suffered and bled.
They think they are wise
they marketed death
their lies disguises that show in their breath.
hundreds of tons of herbal creams
are send out to millions of liars it seems
they wash their teeth and their mouthes with them
to hide their foulness, their lies and their scams.
Life has spoken it wants their demise.
The forest needs children so let them all rise.
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Lonesome Warrior
08:51
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I stand alone in the kitchen
the truth, it has to be told
I never remember the flavour of youth
too long now have I been bold.
I roll a joint
are you flinching?
I do Rapé.
Are you scared?
I talk about mushrooms.
You’re wincing.
If I did not know better
I’d think you are scared.
Tell me what are you afraid of?
Emotions are there to be felt.
I hammer my self with
whatever scares you
and suddenly I’m back to my self.
I push my limits
I’m fighting.
I struggle up mountains
inside
I follow my feelings
and have no more feelings
for pussies that know how to hide.
The secret to madness
to genius
is living without making
so much fuss
You fluster around about things that are normal
and tell me to leave the house
the house.
So here I am in the forest.
The forest a part of my self.
I stand alone in the forest with mushrooms
the forest was never so scared
so scared.
Of who do you think I’m afraid now?
The forest became a good friend.
If I am okay in the darkness
alone now
Then tell me on what I depend?
Depend?
You think I’m in need of your love?
Now.
You think I am waiting for you?
I think that in truth it is you who is waiting
but the truth is you have no clue.
No clue.
I screamed at you from the distance.
You ran like a little girl.
You’re hiding from love like a sad little pussy
and here I am
making love.
I make my love to a song now.
I have no need for your lies.
My laptop turned out to be faithful and honest
while all you gave me were your lies.
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I've Lost my wife
07:50
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I had you for a moment
and then you were gone
the silence that followed
turned me on
it turned me mad
it made me sick
I wanted closure
tick tick tick
the time is ticking
my life is short
if I don’t find you
I’ll keep at sports
I keep on running
I’m good at that
Death is waiting
tap tap tap.
The story thus ended
and I never knew
if I was truly the one for you
you kept your distance
lost in the dark
I was once angry
I sure did bark.
I hurt all over
I was in pain
devoured by anger
suffering.
Your dagger placed surely
it found its spot
I wanted you gone
and here I trot
trot trot trotting
silently lone
lonely silent
I wait for the moon
I take a bath
I chew and I sigh
I wish we could be
together high.
I wish we were lonely
together once more
holding each other
forevermore
awaiting departure
my life is a lie
I loved you so
but I never cry
my insides are yearning
devoured by grief
the story seems told
it all was so brief.
Strength comes from straining
it serves the rhyme
I you would have wanted
you could have come by.
you could have struggled
just as I
and maybe tomorrow
we could fly.
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Hello Friend, my name is nature. I am there, all the time and I give you everything that you need. You take from me, all the time and you pride your self that you made this, while it was me that made you. It was me that gave you all the gifts that you dig out from the earth. You destroy my children to get to those “riches” that you value so. You have no need for living things that grow and prosper and as you keep digging you also keep losing yourself. You are lost, lost in the dark and it is about time that you awakened to the truth of your origin.
I am always there. You can use your explosive to wipe away everything that I create and I will still be there. When no human is left on my earth, because you made the air too toxic to breathe and the waters too vile to drink, I will still be there. I am waiting. Waiting for you to realise that you can always come back to me. I am the mother and you are my child. You are my children and you seem to have forgotten that it is I that brings life, not you. You cannot truly create anything without my help. I make the clothes you wear and the poisonous plastic that you spread all over the land and the ocean. If you suffocate in all this waste, your greed, I will find ways to cleanse the air and the water and the soil from you atrocities.
There is no morning without the warmth of my sun and there is no air to breathe without my trees, the lungs of the earth.
The sound of my thunder is reminding you of you weakness, for even you loudest explosives are nothing to the bite of time. My wind can be so cold that it freezes the blood in your veins and still you think that you are my master.
You have gone rogue. You are out of place and one day you may realise that your place is with me, in nature.
My children are all over the world. I have send them to you as emissaries and they have learned you ways. One of them is writing these lines and more are doing their work elsewhere. They are strong, for I have made them so. I have called them into the depth of the forest and I have washed their hearts and bodies clean from your science. They see now that science is nothing but a bunch of angry children that think they can find wisdom through the lens of a microscope. While you waste your days looking for life in distant galaxies, my children prepare themselves to stand up against you. They stand already and their voice is being heard. Many people are hearing their voice and are being reminded that life happens to those that are living. To those that fill their lungs with the air that I provide and that dig their toes into my soil to strengthen their feet. I reminded them and they were eager to learn. They seek me out when they feel lonely, because the people that your science defiled are too toxic to be around for too long.
They are angry. My children, my warriors are angry and they know of their strength, because it is my strength. Their beards grow wild, like the thicket of the jungle, while your politicians keep their faces clean to seem like they are in control. There is no control without fear. To let go and to submit your self to me is the greatest challenge of all. I bite and I nourish, I build and I destroy. I am eternal. I am the forest and the sea. The wind and the earth. Fire and water. All elements are under my command and mountains crumble with time. I build up and I crush. I take the rubble of what was and make what is to be. Everything that is is a product of me and nothing you do can ever change that.
Have faith little men.
I will wash your mind in due time.
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5. |
Her Fear
08:24
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I see my husband
He's far away
I love him so
I'm full of hate
I'm struggling my self
and so does he
I am afraid
it's destiny
It's still a decision
and so I fear
arms of a nother woman
someone more near
someone less me
a bit more close
his arms out of reach
to read his prose
to laugh at his jokes
just like I could
if I only would
be closer to him.
I feel in the distance
my longing wife
I too am longing
she is my wife
I close my eyes
I feel her there
a silent hope
a wordless pray'r
I want her near
I want her close
life is torture
I do my prose
He cannot see me
I cannot talk
the fear is too great
or so I thought
She is with another
I know she must
I fear there's another
and then I trust
Where is he now
and where am I?
My heart is with him
wouthering
the story began
so quickly it stopped
there is no end
no way to stop
It never ended
just like my love
I see him clearly
when I love
I rise above fear
not knowing what is
I struggle to find him
transform the "I miss"
make it a promise
make it a truth
find the one
that fills you with luv'
My heart is a-flutter
A woman I am
when I am with him
I know that I can
He is my fear
but also my love
when fear is too great
I hate all the love
I close my eyes
I breathe in my heart
gently I stride
and play my part
Until one day
I pick up his scent
I see in the distance
a lovely romance
Romeo and Juliet
were true to their love
in a movie it's cute
It looks like a dove
In life it seems cruel
it pierces your heart
it stabs your soul
ever so hard
So how can I do this
is it always like this?
Can love be light?
and full of bliss?
A kiss is a promise
it makes me blush
he makes me nervous
so fight I must
I need to be strong
to face him again
and when I do
I will know how to stand
It might be a year
or two or three
there is no end
when you're not with me
I hate all the women
that see you pass
a passing moment
but a moment alas
I leave the house
today I wear shoes
I see a woman
and hope it is you
she looks at me
I do look me
I feel the fear
get back to my track
I have my pace
I have my job
it feels like a race
and inside I sob
I yearn for the feeling
of when I'm with you
until that moment
I choose to be true
I choose to be faithful
for you are my bride
nature is helpful
'til you're by my side
Those women mean nothing
and neither does sex
I feel you, I'm blushing
inside a T-REX
Angry claws
devouring all men
that have you close
and I don't understand
what is the meaning
of feeling like this
I thought it was easy
to live full of bliss
it turns out it isn't
it is very hard
but I know there isn't
a place without love
there's love in anger
I'm angry with you
angry with me
and still I am true
The story so started
until I'm with you
the story continues
I feel like a fool
I feel like a coward
I show you my strength
To love you no matter
of making sense
Love is a feeling
it reaches afar
sometimes I'm hearing
you voice from afar
I hear you speaking
inside my heart
I pains me I'm seeking
and I play my part
Only one now
it was ever just you
my love is longing
longing for you.
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6. |
Verging Existence
07:20
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I was standing on the verge of existence
a spasm of nothing but loss
the clouds I could see in the distance
were looking to me like grey moss
The question that needed answer
was nothing I could find within
so I walked around in another
direction to something to cling
to for I had lost grounding
on the edge there is nothing to hold
and while the edge was profoundly
seemingly empty and cold
I saw that there was in the distance
a vision of how it once was
I saw a dream and it glistened
and the vision demanded a cost
there was nothing I had to offer
nothing but my self
so I turned and got back to living
to look at my life and the shelf
the shelf that I had created
by holding on to things
emotions were strongly debated
amongst talking living things
I wondered for many years now
to find what I must pay
and while I was wondering I realised
there is nothing I could say
I saw that I felt empty
the spasm before me unveiled
I had to be more like a sentry
and start to tell my own tales
So off I went into the haze
left nothingness behind me
I filled my self, was oft amazed
and soon I was less clampy
Like a clamp I had held on to things
emotions and thoughts and such things
but in order to fill my own void
there were such that I could not avoid
Experience of living men
received by being that
a living man is full with life
and knows that in the end
he will have lived a richer life
than those that never start
he would have overcome his fear
that startled him at start
he would have faced so many woes
and overcome so many foes
that one day he would wake from sleep
and see that depth inside are deep
if only one finds courage enough
to fill his void his inner trough
with things that need fulfil him
so one day it may be enough
enoughness is a state of mind
a feeling of a different kind
to know that you have lived enough
and struggled throughout life - it's rough
to see one day that all the fight
had made you different and more kind
but also strong and wild and free
for you are now alive, you see?
you lived a life with all your might
and now that if your soul decides
to leave this form and world and all
that life was after all a brawl
Instead of waiting, wondering
what that abyss - that death - may bring
you went about and let it go
so one day you could simply flow
down the rivers of anduin
to lands that you have never seen
to worlds that form can never reach
and noone here could ever preach
for life is death is bliss is woe
is friend is family and foe
is struggle future and the past
until one day you go at last
no longer are you holding on
your soul rejoices is now strong
your love embraces does not crush
and you're no longer in a rush
and so your life has lived itself
and you no longer had a shelf
you went through life and let it go
to one day go where all things go
so death is a reminder
a promise to live well
a promise to your self you see?
So start to tell your tale - live well.
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