31.3.16

There is nothing as unreal as Life





Promise me,
outside in the trees, they're waiting tonight
Promise me,
while the searching light moon has found me

you know it feels like the very last time again

Promise me,
someone who will promise me, stand in the dark and fight like me
through eyes like fireflies,

turn around and tell me, it'll be alright

is it alright?

Promise me,
don't cheat my soul when it returns to me
Promise me,
give me the vision I was born to see,
you know it feels like years since they burned me away
you know it feels like years since they burned my heart away
you know it feels like years, feels like years
you know it feels like years since they took my eyes away






19.3.16

well done 2L8!!!






Γεια σας φίλοι!

Θέλουμε σήμερα να μοιραστούμε την απόφαση μας μαζί σας: 
Όλα τα έσοδα από την πώληση του νέου μας άλμπουμ "The Answer" θα διατεθούν σε δομές που στηρίζουν τους πρόσφυγες. Για ακόμη μια φορά η δική σας γενναιοδωρία θα δώσει υλική υπόσταση σε ένα άλμπουμ μας, καθώς εσείς χρηματοδοτήσατε την κοπή του cd. Είναι ΧΡΕΟΣ μας, τίποτα περισσότερο και τίποτα λιγότερο το να επιστρέψουμε αυτή τη γενναιοδωρία σε αυτό που καίει περισσότερο από όλα τα άλλα την κοινότητα, το σύνολο, τους ανθρώπους μας, εμάς τους ίδιους. Για αυτό τα χρήματα που θα προκύψουν από τις ταχυδρομικές παραγγελίες αλλά και από τις πωλήσεις στις επερχόμενες παρουσιάσεις του Απρίλη θα δοθούν εκεί που υπάρχει μεγαλύτερη ανάγκη. Και όχι δεν θα δοθούν σε κάποια απρόσωπη ΜΚΟ αλλά εκεί που υπάρχει πραγματική ανάγκη.

Το άλμπουμ θα κυκλοφορήσει ψηφιακά αύριο στη σελίδα μας στο Bandcamp και το cd θα το έχουμε στα χέρια μας αρχές Απρίλη.

Καλή αντάμωση 
2L8



This concerns mostly the Greek community but in brief: 
We decided that all income produced from "The Answer" release will be donated to causes that support the refugee crisis in Greece. This is the 3rd crowdfunded album for 2L8, it is your generosity that made the album happen, so it is time to give back what you gave us. It is our DEBT nothing more, nothing less to answer the distress call for what is more important right now for the whole, the community, our people and ourselves. Thus, all income from selling the album that will be generated from online orders and at our shows will go where it will be mostly needed.

The album will be digitally released tomorrow at our Bandcamp page and the cd will be in our hands in less than a couple of weeks.

Take care, 
2L8





6.3.16

TAMAN SHUD





thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my taman shud
who ditched that fox-gloved snitch?
loaded him with poison like a puffer fish
why don’t anybody feel like crying 
for the Somerton somebody with the hazel eyes?
why don’t anybody feel like crying 
for the Somerton nobody with the hazel eyes?
thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my taman shud
he’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn 

i don’t give a fuck about no Anzacery
i don’t care you got it interest free
i ain’t gonna fret about Lest We Forget
fuck the Murdoch press
i don’t get hung up on any carbon tax
or Ned getting strung up for being a psychopath
i ain’t really there with any class warfare
the only thing i care about’s the

thud thud my heart pumping blood
when ever someone talks about my taman shud
he’s gone and no one even cares at all
the earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn
for all of the probing into whether he exists
the question’s still as open like a radar dish
late 1948 
is sending a transmission but its inchoate 

don’t hate me for not caring ‘bout you losing your job
i think you’re gonna suit being a welfare slob
i don’t give a toss about no southern cross
or the gulag union jack
i don’t give a fuck if you can’t stop the boats
i ain’t at a loss if Simpson’s donkey votes
i don’t care about no Andrew Bolt
or even Harold Holt
  
it’s clear as  
mud mud my taman shud
everybody mouths off
while they’re chewin’ cud
thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my taman shud
why did anybody feel the need to lie
‘less that’s Warsaw on the seashore 
on the day he died?
don’t nobody wonder where he’s been?
no tags no wallet 
and his brains dry-cleaned

i don’t give a fuck about fuck off we’re full
i ain’t gonna send my kids to private school
i ain’t gonna grieve about no BHP
no silver spoons or mining booms
i don’t give a fuck about your brick and tile
i don’t really care if you’re a paedophile
i don’t care about no Master Chef
it’s as appetising as a whistle blower’s doom 
or any French cartoon 
nothing like a prune to make the death cults bloom
why you think the whole world’s gotta be like you?
fuck western supremacy 
i ain’t sitting around being gallipolized
one man’s BBQ’s another’s hunger strike
why’d i give a rat’s about your tribal tatts?
you came here in a boat you fucking cunt

my taman shud
everybody mouths off
while they’re chewin’ cud
thud thud my heart pumps blood
when ever someone talks about my taman shud