1 Year Anniversay of Brain Records

Today is the 1 year anniversary of Brain Records. I would like to thank Daniel for offering me the opportunity to expose it here and to write articles for this amazing magazine, which doesn’t give a flying fuck about the “concentration camp” society we live in (overly sensitive politically correct people, please do realize that this is a metaphor).

I would also like to congratulate every single person who writes or contributes to Cultartes, you guys give me more hope in humanity with every single publication.

Dear readers, you are wonderful, you keep this unconventional “community” alive and we are looking forward to getting bigger and nastier in the sense of finding more ways to express ourselves and expose people’s work as raw and honest as possible.

This is an anniversary episode of Brain Records, which is why, this time it contains fragments of conversations which stitched to my heart and still ring in my head after years and years.

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The Big-Ban(g)

N-ai voie să bei Vodka!
Waging a war and losing the fight,
You know the end…
Îmi pare rău, că ai rămas doar tu.
I once was lost but never was found
Trăim ca să petrecem, petrecem ca să trăim!
Fac ce vreau din tine!
Don’t be blinded by the lies, in your eyes
I just love feeling dicks inside me…
Supraviețuiesc după război doar prin tortură…
Tell me the story of your life.
Unde au dispărut toate lingurile?
Stai liniștit, ca trece pe la fiecare,
Whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes.
Somnul e pentru ăia care nu știu ce se ascunde în noapte.
Când un copil amuțește oricine ascultă.
There’s fire in my veins pouring out like a flood,
Mică și proaspătă,
Black drinks the sun and draws all colors into it.
My beating heart belongs to you
Lasă-mă… într-o zi va trebui să te întorci.
Mâinile le sunt legate.
You’re the soldiers of the new world!
Singura liniște pe care pot să o aud,
Hell and money are the salary of all Devils.
A spasm of love and hate,
Am adus câteva kile de gheață.
Să nu rănești pe nimeni, asta înseamnă să negi că ești om.
She’s an endless war, she’s a hero for the lost cause!
Tonight we’re not fuck ups! We’re Kings and Queens!
I feel so useless in the murder city,
Doar spune-mi, și nu o să mai ai nevoie de nimic niciodată.
Your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason.
Not with you.
You’re a victim of the system!
Monștrii din noi, nici o fugă de realitate nu-i poate păcăli.
What to annihilate? The old age!
Îți place – nu o să mai înțelegi când respiri și când te sufoci.
Working your insanity,
Ale dracu femei, veniți și în urma voastră lăsați cenușă!
Do you know what’s worth fighting for?
Poveștile…fiecare are una care te face să plângi.
I’m gonna light a fire into the underground
Dacă ura te ține în viață, atunci iubirea te va distruge…
Where the ever after is in the hands of fate.
Momentul ăla când asculți muzică live și te razi pe picioare.

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Bucharest-based artist. Psychedelic photographer, brain-scratching writer / poetess and priestess of the macabre.

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