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Excessive Demand

by VILLAGES

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1.
[sic!] 04:37
We are sick of you No more waves through the air — oh no No more words, only echoes all around Feed the turds holding office until they drown Just down and out And when they finally destroyed all your printing plants Phony smiles supercede bias incidents You slowly realize what kind of content is proclaimed Drawn upon hate This is all fake! They pushed you to the spot you run their goldmine You let them off the hook for comfort low life
2.
Younity 05:06
Love ourselves With all our features gaining knowledge We will bear you down With evil greed today Love ourselves Compete with people’s vicious foreheads We agreed way too loud On fraud against the crowd Yeah, you’re great, and there’s even more to take With our rank loathing, neck choking, scrawler notes Cold betrayal, soon there’s no one left to bail With our bags folded, already sold it to your mates Bear you down We will bend you to the ground Back in a fight The one that passed you by Just stay calm and bow to conservatives Even though they lost all trustworthiness Go on praise their sound With us around Out loud
3.
Hold my breath, stop receiving my destiny I need to gasp while I drag heavy weight My leaking soul makes my head turn late To watch the stains on my former ways You are out of sight and I don’t know how to gain appetite We fall out of line when we hail through the past of our time With claw marks on my shoulders and bruises down my neck The case is getting older — is this ever coming back? I need to know — is this ever coming back? To whom do we owe the complaint when we get busted To join that show about people either wild or trusted Like ages ago there is no conscience but we don’t know yet For now we spill our drinks quiet disciplined — to make us forget Are you with me tonight — beat the odds of old times? Let’s just cut our headlights and take another ride …
4.
Dougie Jones 04:09
Don’t you tell me you like to wait abandoned in the rain You’ve got my back, so we can raise the bar … for pain Don’t you try hiding while there’s nothing to complain Don’t keep your secret until all intentions obey No, no, no, no, no, no, no I never wanted to know Don’t you try hiding, don’t you try Don’t you try hiding in the rain Back then, we used to blow it With our heads out of control Don’t you tie my hands onto your spine To keep you upright Hear me say “I can’t hold it” Take a seat — there’s no fallin’ I will never hold the reins of your life Won’t let you down despite they hate ya Get off the ground and meet me later
5.
Trespass 03:58
Yeah, alright, let’s talk about the other side “Sparkling lights!” — what? — “We’ve seen ’em!” — we? “Recondite” is whatever you try to hide Seize my words : good bye — farewell your foolish rites!
6.
Neal 04:57
“I have been waiting for your exile As long as you might know Already burned your houses You won’t start moving though So I keep calling for the landlords I don’t want to fight Oh, they’re coming armed and ruthless With chaos left behind” Swearing slurs off uppish mouths down to the ground quoting misled villains from the darkest of decades. The game is on. Who can compete with the most reckless and self absorbed mindsets and who has the guts to spill it out loud in public? The broad reaction? It becomes apparent both unexpected and awful: a big hand … Damn, are you kidding me? Not even a language As we know this got out of hand years ago. When blistering terms managed to cut through, reaching marks followed by unacceptable, soon tolerated behavior and action beyond repair. Once considered as deleted, outdated. But this is still happening. Some claim it as pure passion and they are disgustingly wrong. Wrong again. Are you ready to leave? “Where you goin’ with your havoced mind? Is it true you’re leaving back right into the wild? We’ve been growing — well, call it friend of mine But I will never admit we are one of a kind” Not even a language Whoever comes from abroad is assumed corrupt to a fragile construct of a functioning society, tested and approved by hearsay, ensured by misguided associates and mutually agreed. Some have never been brave enough to wet their hands in public dialogue but dive right into this pool of lies, just like proudly entering an ill prepared trap. Officials listening, accepting and proliferating total bigotry while lacking any kind of interest for those really affected. They literally sense that sweaty skin — shaking, but hide under guarding hoods and take advantage of impressions determined by offensive yelling while the actual content remains without comprehension. Jaw — many, deceased culture This is not even a language And we will always refuse to acknowledge this kind of phonetics. We will never leave But where do we go? COLOUR vanishes AGE was made for laws and statistics GENDER is fluid SIZE shrinks and wears out SPECIES mutate SHAPES shift PLACE OF BIRTH can be left and is nothing but lucky shit Just like wealthy friends Soil is where it all ends — keep that in mind while looking down Go figure In the end we are all equal by death
7.
Your mother is gone and your father’s a locust Let me know what they left, now get back into focus Who can trust your eyes — confirm what you’ve seen? … Still the meaning of “argue” does rely on belief This time I fucked up and you were right Prayed in old terms into the night Then you told me to try again I never replied Since your mother is gone You’ve been chased back where you began When you wake up you know it But you keep it Your father’s still on the run On behalf of his seething son You fall asleep and you know it Intending great change but … Your cruel habits to fight Could make us one of a kind Now, this is my descendant’s break I just returned some great headache And you know nothing
8.
Salad Boys 05:21
You claim I am gazing at you and you pick a fight Martial arts is not what I am into, so I better keep quiet You step forward, come close, grab my collar and cease Seems like an unworthy opponent to you — this is why I’m released And what the hell happened back then? Do you remember where your bliss was spent? Still high on the comedown? At least I can’t figure out Up to you — choices are few Chose the damage task or let me pass Set it on review Your grace — you ain’t feel nothing Your face — I don’t want to touch it All your pals know their empire’s gone Some decades ago still written in bold letters Try to hide the past were you are from With getting physical like printed on tight sweaters

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released October 28, 2022

All songs written and performed by Villages. Produced by Roland Wiegner at Tonmeisterei Oldenburg. Additional recordings in various bedrooms and rehearsal spaces. Vocal performances on "Neal" by Stefanie Putsch and Kris Sullivan. Graphic design by Fabian Bremer.

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VILLAGES Dresden, Germany

Villages is a post punk band based in Dresden, Germoney.
They're really into 80´s synths, delayed guitars and a lot of wires.

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