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Severance

by Soror Dolorosa

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1.
Beau Suicide 05:38
My face is blue My mirror so sad With myself as a picture I'm done with my last drink My clouds wipe my make up off And under the white The color blue... And red, on the edge of my glass The angel of despair Whispers in my ears That my face is blue, is livid That my face is in the mirror I tease myself Be back home late tonight Must have slipped on the pavement Dark with sadness Graze the moon in the gutter Fuck not again And claw my guts out My face is blue tonight My mirror cries at my reflection Will I see it again someday?
2.
43° 05:50
Crackles in my veins That's not a shame To fall asleep on a carpet of dead And to have a mournful disease 43° 43° in my veins And the sun blows inside my head At the light of this dying winter My body wasn't used to embrace Until the crackling in my veins The limit of degrees is reached Before being considered as a clinic dead 43° in my head 43 enough to flow all Enough to flow all The meat and chocolate Struggling in trembling words To spread an idea of sensation Blows through my veins A young girl just sat next to me Is reading a weird book And she just said to me Her innocent word, yes You can take my... Her innocence, third Yes A young girl just sat next to me Is reading a weird book And she just said to me Her innocent word Yes you can take My pain to write those lines When degrees are too strong The brain infiltrates regions and landscapes Behind the window and the rail The continuity That leads me away Out of 43° degrees That break my grave Hardly and slowly And the word of this innocent girl That breaks my life And The face of this innocent girls Rapes my life Ordinary
3.
Dare Me 05:44
Dear soul, Dare me to introduce myself, in those pages I'd like to see you fill, at the same that you emptied my life, and my soul. Fill all my spirit. I do not want to be prolix and I fear, with no doubt, and dirtying your future feelings, I do not want to be sure of me, with no hours, enclosing to your future feelings. Nevertheless, take this skin as a mark, a gage of; as a mark of you in me, this mark of you in me, as the witness crys this feeling's reading inside of Of me, the cadaver can be exquisite. - Agathe It stands still on the hours and decades A gate The pure aspect of your intimate, tonight So dare me, to introduce myself Without any word and anything Within anything that can kiss my lips Crushes on your skin forever Crushes on my skin, forever With nothing left but a lace With nothing left but the trace With nothing left on my skin and disgrace! My skin and disgrace All lovers You and I
4.
Here am I, speaking inside objects Obscure objects, nefarious infamy Loneliness, is always hugging me close Loneliness It's the day, the light And I'll go far It's the day, the light And I'll go far One day, loneliness No one understands her Not even me; except It hurts, sometimes Booze, wine, revealing A little beyond dust of my mind Since I've done things That don't touch me anymore Since I've done things That don't touch me anymore Surreality of life Of our lives Short-term thinking, like radio frequencies How sad is all we can think! How sad is all I wanna be switched off like a light I'm gonna be switched off like a light If this light should not exist It couldn't serve or guide anyone If light should not exist It couldn't serve It's the day, the light And I go far It's the day, the light And I go far It's the day, the light
5.
Anyone else could say That in life, we catch, we trust And we believe in nothing finally Anyone else could say That in life, we catch, we trust And we believe in nothing finally In everyone and every smile We look for momentum sensuality Her sex is available Her skin like an obsession Abused and disabused Her sex is available Her skin like an obsession Abused and disabused Disabused at all Could anybody else say That my life is just better or A running illusion like a thousand clouds A running illusion And now close to my heart, a deep feeling Of delight, for one hour
6.
Snow, a weird song on the radio Tells the tale of a doll I'm perishing dead drunk On the back of a blue cab Los Angeles under snow To live with crazy men Undo the knots my angel You have frozen dolls eyes Los Angeles Capital city of pain Drunk and insane Gives herself up finally Los Angeles under snow Undo the knots my angel You have frozen dolls eyes The ones on the magazines And you know it Fancy you more right now I'm leaving you my dears I'm leaving you all Among the leaves there And the wind The breeze and the light I shall get back to the mist To alcohol, the world weariness My cardinal pain

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Death rock. Cold-wave. Dark, unsettling new-wave, post-punk, batcave music from France. Severance is their début release.

Sombre, passionate music with careful, often sparse, song writing. Shimmering guitar notes, strong important bass lines, drums that pound the bass and crack the snare; and a palpable sense of detachment, emphasising the cold in cold-wave.

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released August 1, 2009

All Music and Lyrics: Soror Dolorosa
Bass: Hervé Carles
Drums: Franck Ligabue
Guitars: Emey
Vocals: Andy Julia

todestrieb.co.uk
Todestrieb Records, 2009
TTR 024

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Soror Dolorosa France

Cold-wave blue sounds influenced by 80s post-punk and the variety of -wave splinters that formed in that decade. Bands like Sisters of Mercy, Virgin Prunes, Slowdive, Specimen (and other Batcave club regulars - The Cure, Siouxsie...) serve as pointers while building their own approach within a French revival. ... more

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