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Bloodline

by 1919

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    1919s first album since 1983 is now available on limited edition red vinyl!

    The LP features two bonus tracks, "D.N.A" and "A Hymn to the Night", which were the last studio recordings of the late Mark Tighe.

    Ships with a download code for D.N.A EP.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Bloodline via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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      £18 GBP

     

  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Includes unlimited streaming of Bloodline via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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      $20 USD or more 

     

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    10-track digipak CD

    Includes unlimited streaming of Bloodline via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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1.
Bloodline 03:50
Eternal subjugation For a bank holiday weekend And I still love the queen I still love the whole regime See you on the jubilee parade Crawling on your knees for the inbred regal dear Love your chains and cheer And I still love Ronald Reagan Movie star glimpse of heaven And I saw the bloodline tainted By an upper-middle class serf / muggle / slut See you on the jubilee parade Crawling on your knees for the inbred regal dear Love your chains and cheer And I still love police brutality And I still love porcelain plates And I still love tabloid headlines Imperial lizard parasites
2.
This Vanity 04:51
No papercut from the page The light pours across your face If the filter fits // flawlessness exists The colour // the shapes This vanity Sepia plastic masks Synthetic smiles swallow you Radioactive glow Every inch of your walls draped in pictures of you Images flicker on your pursuit of perfection Self-absorption Self-disgust Self-awareness Purging imperfection With every magic brush With every shallow lens
3.
Inquest 03:34
I see the underdog dream slipping away I see a funeral march for the ordinary Martyred dead fading from an epoch An epitaph like an old folk song We're bleeding out The inquest it goes on The cause of death unknown We're bleeding out They cut so deep Someone better raise the dead Frozen in formaldehyde Endless inconclusive tests Someone better raise the dead
4.
Retrograde 04:13
You're living in a different world One more brain cell splattered Well, it's better it's yours than mine You're living in a different world and it's a parlour game Another desert rat A bullet in his head Another teenager to beat into respect You're living in a different world and it's a parlour game I'm retrograde to you Crosswise // I'm retrograde You swallowed all your bitter pills One more lipstick splatter It's enough to emasculate You swallowed all your bitter pills A deferential game Another pyramid A vicious hierarchy Another working class kid with shrapnel in his leg You're living in a different world It's just a macho game I'm retrograde to you Crosswise // I'm retrograde
5.
Legacy 03:30
A kamikaze trip Underground in some black concrete chamber Your reputation sits under your fingertips Destruction // Temptation The perspiration drips Oblivion begs slip Posturing scum Rain down annihilation This Hiroshima flare just took a new direction Come..on an Enola vacation A momentary slip In the heat A lapse in concentration The superego runs towards this rampant id Crucifixion // Adoration The atmosphere bays // Sick The eyes around you shift Posturing scum Rain down annihilation This Hiroshima flare just took a new direction Come..on an Enola vacation Little lights turn red No hesitation Wrapped up warm in your bed Tiny lights // Bloodshed For your legacy no napalm spared Little lights in the dark flashing green and black Posturing scum Rain down annihilation This Hiroshima flare just took a new direction Come..on an Enola vacation A narcissistic flex Bow down to machiavellian jingo // Flag scum // Fuckers On an Enola vacation
6.
Zeitgeist 04:59
Hyperbole A web of conjecture Hegemony Demonic eyes Control your mind A thousand hacks A journalistic plague Purges truth Stich, stich on Worship celebrities like gods A psycho-tapestry is spun Sitch, stitch on Click-bait and advertising sales A psycho-tapestry in spun A spindle of sensationalised thread The radio waves pollute at every stage Is this for real?
7.
We are the voice of your self-reflection We are the crutch for all your desperation Pick up and run from your misanthropic madness Forever young and the infinite hubris Embrace your scars so numb Sing disassociation Jumping through hoops // There's nothing else so tragic Beg for mercy // Pay with paper or plastic We'll never weep but smiles are so sarcastic And we are yours And we are never-ending A nihilistic song Sing disassociation This revolution I.C.U. Resuscitate at once We are the iron lung Turn it on We are the iron lung Resuscitate at once Reject the mundane hum Sing disassociation
8.
I'm a preacher dressed in black I'm a blind man with a cane Sandwich boards with ancient truths Why does no one listen? I can't sleep I can't breathe I don't dream Heathen sinners walking past Give me change and love my dog City streets vile and depraved Why does no one listen? I'm here for a higher purpose Screaming into deafened ears All the voices that I hear I can speak to God I'm waiting for his touch Quiver in your apathy You swine You'll see
9.
Trespass 03:23
Watch where you walk my friend Each blade of grass Is sculpted inch-perfect Inside an urban garden patch Perimeter patrolled by dogs and toy police Watch where you walk The concrete looks so clean Our streets could tell a story Brick by brick they tore them away Our streets could tell a story A chromium edifice Front plexi-glass Million dollar architects Gleaming towers of septic mess Manufactured futures Destroying history A towering edifice Corporate and serene Our streets could tell a story Brick by brick they tore them away Our streets could tell a story Monochrome cubist cemetery Billboards flashing L.E.D. Monochrome sunset suffocation Branding hoards asphyxiation What happened to all the dead leaves on the ground? What happened to all the bricks Crumbling and brown? What happened to all the dead leaves on the ground? What happened to teenage hearts Old bark Carved and proud?
10.
Life is...? 06:07
I give a little I take a lot I eat a little I waste a lot Vacuous human greed I read a little I watch more Listen a little and preach more A waste of air An std I'm drifting through space like a rotting apple A plague of locusts sucking right to the core Life is a disease Sexual Terminal 100% fatal I love a little I hate more I live a little I sleep more Egotistical and weak I make a little I spend more I work a little I beg more A slave to sloth and serotonin lust Procreation I'm drifting away Life is...? We consume and breed and die

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released March 13, 2017

Mark Tighe - Guitar
Mick Reed - Drums
Rio Goldhammer - Vocals
Karl Donner - Bass

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1919 is a post-punk band from Bradford, UK, and an early contributor to what became the Goth genre.

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