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Unreleased Recordings

by Iskra

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1.
Bring your own lock But forget the key What’s empty now, amounts to me Be your own sound Don’t listen to me What’s vacant now, just might be Only going down in old history It’s gonna be doing without me Feeding on your recipe It’s gonna be starving me A statue or the stone, inverting the timezone A statue or the stone, inverting the timezone Tonight to forget historically Tonight to forget historically
2.
Within the edges of a day We are one routine away From what is called for Too often paid for Appointments or a holiday Do you wake for mass-appeal Or every single heart to steal There will be no dictionary For a loves’ vocabulary There will be no commentary Suiting roads left voluntarily Words put to sound or ink Can’t contain The content of blood that stains On what is worked for Too often waited for Appointments or a holiday
3.
Is it your will, What you won’t Or still the will to a lie? Forget my homes Use my bones Take the next turn Eye to eye . I’ve stayed out It’s layed out All around and ahead. Rumor has it, there’s been talking.. I’m growing up instead of Going to work on luxuries that hurt I’ve been loud It’s layed out All around and ahead We’ve made out Found ways out All around and ahead Rumor has it , there’s been talking.. This is growing up dead. Where are you going A question, a threat. Wardrobes composed of certificates. What are you playing , plans need to be fed Skyscraping careers ruin my bed.
4.
We’re making your choices, can’t you see Trust us with your identity We’re licking our lips can’t you see Money spent on mockery Bedroom or Dancefloor What are you looking for Shopfloor, working poor, What are you opting for We’re making a list Checking it twice Gonna make your naughty nice Fat-free or low-calorie What are you gonna be The letter or the addressee What are you gonna be
5.
Chapped Lips 02:26
This is the access to a half-hearted plan This is the table to a feast gone sour This is the kiss we share on our bad conscience This is the joke I pull behind closed curtains Five minute breaks on restroom-tiles Long to make the night worthwhile Peel necessity off my style Covered in gloss The hours that we toss What are the politics of falling to knees For the weight of a crease We seem to belong with the lack of belonging..
6.
I found a leak in your absence I had to speak in cruel accents The habit it caused a name The name it fed a habit On the sidewalk it left me alone The poster wheat-pasted to the wall Ensured your throne Are we underfeeding tension Bleeding through silent telephones I curse this relationship of wordless, violent apprehension It is my weakness to practise Keeping receipts of your habits The draft of the useless Neglect it The weight of possession Hate to respect it A day or just moments away The way or one more delay Where are the words left to say Next time waiting in line.
7.
Hit the street with question-marks Go to sleep in terms well-parked Feed the deep on bottles emptied Move my feet to chants channelled While you are Using your ceiling Improving your cleaning Using your ceiling Removing all feeling Using your ceiling You’re losing your screaming Using your ceiling You’re losing your meaning It’s how we dare to go without Eyes closed by lights turned out It’s how we tamper with degrees To which to finance the excitement-free Doing whatever at whose expense?
8.
Demobilize 02:36
I’ve had enough of this fuckin’ mobility I’ve had enough commodified humility I’ve had enough of this fuckin’ mobility I’ve had enough imposed flexibility If the dollars ain’t at home I’ve had enough of this fuckin’ mobility I’ve had enough pre-packaged post-abilities If the dollars ain’t at home I’m moving way to slow to be in control Hands up who’s coming down On the trademarked beat of another travelled town.. I got no planes, no trains, just chains.
9.
Left the cutting-room before Truth lying naked on the floor Won’t succeed, although you’ve tried Basing minds on falsified To keep it on your own side Wished on a satellite before Kept it a secret once more Won’t succeed, although you’ve tried Keeping hopes nullified To dream from where you count your time We’re enemies in non-competition Make believe we’re on a mission Sign my name to the petition Dictate the debate you’re trying to negate There would be no need to keep a score If no one ever lost before No use to break a law If you want less than more Swallowed words, the ones you frame Repeat, repeat, remain Don’t start to complain, children Ripped out a blank page before Nailed the author to the door Won’t begin, although you’ve tried Keeping spirits petrified To live from where you try to hide Please start to complain.
10.
There’s no need to wear the coat of consequence The statues we break on subjectivity It’s ripping you into your biography It’s checking you out of opportunity The make-up we share: So-called ‘biology’ The perfume we pour on our hypocrisy It’s ripping you into your biography It’s checking you out of opportunity Be my parasite tonight. We call it the parasite of broad daylight Objectivity traps you tight From what we might Inspite tonight Not quite Objectivity traps you tight From what we might Inspite Tonight not quite Objectivity traps you tight From what we might There’s no need to wear the coat of consequence The statues we break on subjectivity It’s ripping you out of opportunity It’s checking you into your biography Be my parasite tonight Be my parasite tonight

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Iskra went to studio in November 2006 to record 10 songs for an full length LP.
After unterm durchschnitt released their debut 7" the band split and 7 songs never did it on record. Here´s the full recording!

Unlimited stream includes photoalbum: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tBawI-4V6Fs

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released May 20, 2020

Written and produced by Iskra. Recorded August 2006 at Eidexenstudio by Tobi and Jan. Mastering: Roland Wiegner (Die Tonmeisterei). Mixed by Jobst Mischke. Artwork basics: 7" Cover (by Sergej Halosin) .

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Iskra Hamburg, Germany

unterm durchschnitt was a record label in Cologne, Germany. 1999 - 2012.
"Küsse sterben auf Lippen"
(engl. Kisses are dying on lips)

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