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POST LIFE MUSIC

by The Last Surrealist

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1.
Take my body 
Take my mind 
Bury me inside 
A lovers body Now watch me die 
Watch me crawl inside 
 And create nothing from this 
I have the gun up to my neck 
I'm looking to undress
 At the eclipse of the morning sun 
All will be done
 All will be done My cock is drenched 
In a mixture of saliva and sweat 
I'll take this fixation to my death
 As I drink away the spirit and
 My self induced flesh
 Enters a cold and dark emptiness Come watch me die
 Watch me crawl inside 
And create nothing from this 
I have the gun up to my neck 
I'm looking to undress
 At the eclipse of the morning sun All will be done
 All will be done My self obsessed flesh 
Enters a cold and dark emptiness There is a softness to her breath 
She's so beautiful and I wish 
To embrace her but instead 
I have the gun up to my neck
 When I pull the trigger: death 
It's the happiest moment of my existence If you say you wish me well 
And want me to live for this emptiness 
Then I will likewise wish you well 
As I fucking bury you instead
2.
We are all slaves Digging our own graves In church yards while the priests Cast judgment on our beliefs Because Christ laid down his hands and feet So I would always fall asleep And in this slumber suffocate On the dirt suppressing my lungs I'm not dead yet I'm just trying to wake up I'm not dead yet I'm just trying to wake up The gun is perched between my teeth The cold metallic taste on my lips Lets me go free Lets me go free The gun is perched between my teeth The bullet is lodged inside of me I go free I go free You turn back your eyes There is nothing but silence We dream of this moment all the time It's simply a naked califaction And it distracts our minds From the fundamental meaning of life That we are nothing That we are all victims of suicide But we are not dead yet We are just trying to wake up But I'm not dead yet I'm just trying to find my gun The gun is perched between my teeth The cold metallic taste on my lips Lets me go free Lets me go free The gun is perched between my teeth The bullet is lodged inside of me I go free I go free I know I am alive By realizing that I am dead inside I scream at the top of my lungs My senses acknowledge I am alive But I continue to drown in the emptiness Brought by a mundane and sensuous feeling That my sadness translates Into transcendence
3.
She begs, "taste the fire that burns underneath me" It may scorch the flesh But arise and dress In Sunday morning clothes So you can again see your sister I speak, "Don't drag me into that darkness" She says nothing but this… "I'll see you in the morning" But I am frozen in the snow I feel the cold hem of my shirt Caressing the back of my neck It's so profound to live in the moment And feel the tactile stimulation Of a final embrace I clench the rope in my hands So firm, I feel nothing but this As I step into her grave Finally looking towards the heavens Staring deep into the eyes of god Declaring so fervently with my hatred… There is no god... There is nothing but this moment There is nothing to live for at all I have long surrendered to the vacancy In my disdain for life with a longing to escape I live in the comfort of material things And am constantly told to get on my knees I dwell so fervently on this sense of surrender I would like to taste the fire I would like to taste the fire Fuck off, you motherfuckers Make love with the abyss Like you don't give a fuck That you're hanging in a noose Covered in your own shit
4.
Space Take my after Life and drown it in the Wine And watch me die Love, the quiet Night Space, Space
5.
I lament for the deaf and blind While the mute verbalize behind tired eyes Triumphant! As he consummates with color An aesthetic finale and stupor I am convinced my drug addicted savior Reigns in victorious sleep! As she slits her wrists and bellows to the godless Oh, the godless sit upon vacant gallows Tying their own nooses and in melancholy sadness Vie for knives to break their beaks As they stand at the pinnacle of disease Growing the graves of humanity From the preliminary communal seedlings But you reign victorious! On an Earth consuming the corpse flowers Of mothers and brothers, Sisters and fathers Musicians and cowards Musicians and cowards Musicians and cowards Musicians and cowards Musicians and cowards We all cower at the sight of monsters... You are like the night sky On a cloudy day in the midst of the city Polluted and inaccessible to me But beautiful as you captivate my dreams Oh, god have mercy on me We pray to the vacancy On our prostrate and broken knees Breath is stolen from me As I arrive at your murder scene Oh, god have mercy on me! Oh, god have mercy on me! I can't help but feel nothing Pure apathy and displacency This is what death has done to me This is what death has done to me
6.
Love me as I rest in a bed of Roses as I lie naked in the Doorway drifting off to sleep or waking To a new life dreaming that I Can escape into the darkened night sky With the light of a fire burning The wicker grave where I lie stargazing Love me as I look into your eyes Quiet as the shoreline returning To the edge of a floating world be- hind my eyes drinking liquor with her Christ In petty chapel pews vomiting the Porcelain lies confided in burning Embers of a child left sinking In the river under the world Love me in the morning after The excited body wanes into the after- Life as a new creation takes the place of God and my flesh in unison create the Endless sphere where you only exist for a Moment then drift and are placed upon my naked Body underwater and we may float to another Dawning world to drink another Love me for a moment (baby I'm tired) Can't you fucking hear my words protruding Through the depressed dirt where I linger With the footprints of a gypsy universe Examining my corpse for gold and trinkets Of meaningless nothing since we're dead and sinking Exhausted waste in a bottle of brandy That god is drinking as we're left naked, swimming...
7.
Fall asleep In the midst Of my body With a longing For night To come Encapsulate All of my mistakes I see no end in sight Where are my Friends When the dark comes I won't give a fuck Nothing but Love Exists Fall asleep In the midst Of my body With a longing For night To come Encapsulate All of my mistakes I see the end in sight Where are my Friends When the dark comes I won't give a fuck Even love is a facade Even love is a facade Nothing but Death exists
8.
Instrumental
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Instrumental

about

POST LIFE MUSIC is a deeply personal musical exploration. It encompasses so many musical classifications that I have simply labeled the music contained within as "post life music." It is fundamentally about my thoughts on love, death, and the potential for rebirth.

It aggravates me as so many tracks draw lyrical inspiration from the memory of my sister's death, and how that resonates so fervently with me years later. So many recording sessions were spent intoxicated, tired, and in depressive states to reach this vantage point.

I long to escape. The perceived and often surrealistic "escape" so often fluctuates within my mind. Often I submerge myself in the thought of suicide, and have the anti-social and depressive tendencies that tend to come paired with such thoughts. Yet, on other occasions, I see so clearly.

I dream of the muck and what we call love. For a moment here and there, I am satisfied by these thoughts. But I am always returned to ground zero as I reflect on the reality that all love will die, all sadness will die, all death will die. Love is a slave to death. The power of love is temporary, and is perhaps most beautiful because of this simple characteristic. I have known love and now know what it is to long for love in it's physical absence.

I am tired of the convention that an album of music must adhere to an extremely narrow view of the world. Too many artists play with singular ideas when they have so much potential for more.

Open your ears and close your eyes. All of this shit is meaningless. And I love it because of this.

REVIEW EXCERPTS:

"...The writing is poetic, it’s harsh, and like anything truly authentic in life…you can tell these are real feelings and thoughts being spilled onto the page. Part of that comes from courage, and part of that comes from survival instinct and necessity – but the fact remains that this type of personalization in an album is truly rare. The Last Surrealist talks, yells, screams…all with sorrowful conviction; when he projects a melancholy and calm demeanor you can clearly hear what he wants you to hear in the lyrics…when he’s screaming at you, there’s no other option…You couldn’t honor the memory of a loved one in a more honorable way than this; Post Life Music is one of those rare albums that come along and truly make you question how on earth the artist or band in question could EVER achieve something better on record." -Jer, SleepingBagStudios

"In my opinion this is another great sounding recording from The Last Surrealist and if you are a fan of post black metal or music that cannot really be categorized, you should check out this album." - OccultBlackMetalZine

"From start to finish, Post Life Music burdens you with the weight of a very heavy heart delivered in a decorative wrapping. Beautiful soundscapes and harsh sonic assaults are vehicles for incredibly passionate and introspective lyrics that are both personal to the artist and listener alike. This is, quite simply, a record that opens up and bleeds all over you, and it asks you to drink." - Liam Doyle, Blood or Love Zine

credits

released July 2, 2014

Chris Romans - All of the musical things. Thanks to Jes Savard for assisting with photography and graphic design of the album cover.

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