Instant Pocket Apocalypse

by Bram Cools

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Originally a bunch of outtakes from 'cyberluddism', this short album continues in the same direction with a lot of electronica, weird dark moods and unexpected style changes...

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released May 7, 2013

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Bram Cools Antwerpen, Belgium

Bram Cools is an eclectic singer-songwriter from Belgium with lo-fi roots, with an own musical universe that moves somewhere in between weird folk, electro-acoustic noise and christian antifolk. He'll never be rich and famous, but that's not really the point. ... more

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Track Name: cyberluddism IV
(instrumental)
Track Name: city (urban confusion mix)
I was lost again in the concrete city
l asked the people there for a way out of that city
but they didn't understand or just thought l was nuts
and when l asked again they said
"here is money, just buy what you want!"

so l looked for beauty, they just sold TV
I looked for spirit, They had all kind of drugs
searching for love, they could sell me sex
all I wanted was life, they just sold stuFf and more stuff
stuff and more stuff
and I found myself looking for the exit again

still I was lost, I asked again for the exit
they told me to shut up, while they were watching TV
I saw the emptiness dripping out, I began to run

(run run)

I found myself again, in the sun, in the desert
I found myself again, in the poison rain, where the ruins lie
I found myself again far from the city but with the city in me
why had I run???
I found myself again far from the city but with the city in me
why had I run???
Track Name: hug a peasant
you don't have to take it literally
you just have to distill the message
you don't have to believe in miracles and stuff
we know better now, in these enlightened times
you don't to listen to ancient voices
we will make it sound like the Spirit of this age
the message of the master is much more serious
the message of the master is much more real
go out and hug a peasant
go out and hug a peasant

It's not about an interventionist God
it's just seventeen layers of symbolism
it's not something that confronts this world
nothing is wrong in these enlightened times
we don't need salvation or redemption
we will build our own brave new world
your holy teacher is cool and inspiring
but you're taking him the wrong way
you don't have to listen to ancient voices
we will make it sound like the Spirit of this age
the message of the master is much more serious
the message of the master is much more real
go out and hug a peasant
go out and hug a peasant

No no no
no interventionist God
No no no
nothing besides the physical
please

Here I am in an apartment on the seventh floor
the tomatoes that I eat are made in a factory
the microwave is dirty but it's my best friends
I don't know my neigbors I don't know myself
the knowledge I have stored in my head is gathering dust
while I work like a robot in a black'n white room
I'm afraid of the country I'm afraid like the supernatural
but I like thos discussions on internet sites
I don't need to listen to ancient voices
just let it sound like the Spirit of this age
the message of the master is much more serious
the message of the master is much more real
go out and hug a peasant
go out and hug a peasant
Track Name: cyberluddism V
(instrumental)
Track Name: beatcontrol
let the beat control your body mind and soul
let the beat control your body mind and soul

let the beat control
let the beat control
let the beat control
and get rid of your soul

dance dance dance
in an endless trance
nothing is real
everything is an illusion

dance dance dance
in an endless trance
Track Name: broken pieces
free love will free us
from stupid things like love
let's have some fun tonight
dancing on pieces of what we were
tomorrow we'll find our lonely way again

and the next night
we'll be somewhere else
all alone with ourselves
sleeping in splintered pieces
they won't become
anything but pieces that hurt

no bonds, no commitments
only freedom, real freedom
hold me tonight and show me
the deepest part of what you are
tomorrow we'll be strangers again

and the next night
we'll be somewhere else
all alone with ourselves
sleeping in splintered pieces
they won't become
anything but pieces that hurt

free love has freed us
from stupid things like love
but let's have fun tonight
making love on splinters of what we were
tomorrow we'll find our lonely way again
and the next night
we'll be somewhere else
all alone with ourselves
sleeping in broken pieces
they won't become
anything but pieces that hurt
I'm free I'm free
from everything but me
all alone with myself and those demons inside of me
there is no glue to put the splinters together
the pieces will only fall further apart
fall apart...
Track Name: cyberluddism VI
(instrumental)
Track Name: Thorn in my flesh
oh distraction
my old eneymy
thorn in my flesh
No it is not the great sins
of spectacular evil that are
leading me astray
into the great nothing
it's the stupid things
it's the little foxes
that'll burn me down

oh emptiness
my old enemy
thorn in my flesh
it's not terrible sins I do
of spectacular evil
that are leading me astray
into the great nothing
it's what i don't do
it's what I should do
when I am just busy
worklng in the machine
when I am iust sleeping
tired of the eternal factory

my own kingdom
I can make my empire
i can i can do
what comes to my mind
it could be great
a euro-american dream
a selfmade utopia, it could be so great
it would be hell
just like every other place
where you are not

it would be hell
just like every other place
where you are not
Track Name: missing all pixels
missing all pixels,
white noise instead of signal
can't hear ya comming through
no information is being transferred
the lines are dead
I won't even try anymore

or am I the blinded one
deafened by the noise
blinded by neon lights
alienated from myself
stuck in your bread
and circus

I have no time
to sit and talk
I have no time
to sit and listen
I don't know how to use my ears
on my own
(no) I have no time
to sit and talk
I have no time
to sit and listen
I don't know how to use my ears
on my own

solo

they've taught me what to think
but not how to think
they've taught me what to hear
but not how to listen
they've taught me what to see
but not how to watch

I have no time
to sit and talk
I have no time
to sit and listen
I don't know how to use my ears
on my own
(no) I have no time
to sit and talk
I have no time
to sit and listen
I don't know how to use my ears
on my own
Track Name: Cumulonimbus ex machina III
(instrumental)