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A noise-punk spoken word poem – strange sounds accompanying strange tales of long, arduous ecstacy trips, and the visceral sensations they provide.

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Twelve long hours it's been
Since this extravaganza of recreational self-poisoning
Took its first baby steps
Into a strange and unfriendly world
Unwilling to welcome anything but
The most vicious of venoms
Known to man

My insides are soaked
In gin, primarily
And droplets have begun to form
On the roof of my belly
Coalescing into great streams and rivers
Of self-loathing and piss
Running through rusty pipes and into leaky tanks
Resting in the deep end

Mixing and matching
We practice
Liquids and solids
Little blue baby bells
Rolling around in lakes of
Bright green acids and fermented local produce
Dissolving into nothing
Sending tiny sparks of phosphorescent electricity
upwards and inwards
Opening those floodgates that are
Never quite locked

And may the gods look faithfully upon us
As we stumble and fall
Along dirty footpaths
Beaten into well-fed soil
And we love
Not brilliantly, elegantly, beautifully
But in empathetic excorsisms
Regurtitating bucketfuls of
dirty rotten sacraments down eachothers throats
Refuse of care
Grotesque and emaciated
Muscular jaws gnawing at thin air
Thick tongues slapping dry, red lips
Over and over and over
And over
And something nameless comes tumbling down
In fat chunks

Hitting the ground with a thundering crash
And we wake up
In the dim hours of the afternoon
In pools of vomit and thoroughly crushed cigarette butts
And as my skin crackles and burns
And the last few molecules of dopamine
Fizzle out and die
In deep byzantine grooves
Carved on the inside of throbbing skulls
I look in the mirror
And see this strange, wounded animal looking back
From widened bulbuous pupils
Dried up snot and mucus
Halted midcrawl on the side of its face
Spiderleg fingers shaking with the afterburn
And I think
Fuck man
I should do ecstasy more often

credits

from His Sleepless Cabaret, released February 23, 2020
The Band:
Vocals: Harald Toksværd
Bass Guitar: Simone Wester Larsen
Drums: Daniel Nielsen
Guitar: Kristoffer Winther Jensen

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Mix/Master: Tobias Rødkjær Griffin
Tenor Saxophone: Emil Torp-Rasmussen

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Saint Lazarus Copenhagen, Denmark

SAINT LAZARUS is a four-piece project of hypnotizing post-punk, combining cabaret, heroin blues and beat poetry in a smoldering chaos of circus and sound. Centered around the tale of the undying Lazarus, the group is a storytelling project brought to life through poetry and theatrics, with man's innermost darkness as their musical driving force. ... more

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