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The Exposing Of A Man (2016)

by Black Bloc

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1.
I 13:36
Slipping away I have fallen too far darkness overcomes, ripping perseverance to shreds to throw as confetti upon the death of any decency left inside of me The monster has come home Through the mires of shit I stood tall refusing your ways, refusing to give in the years brought nothing except the cruelest jokes punchlines that wrought this man to something more decrepit than these rust belt ruins to something colder than the steel that will lacerate and plunge taking restitution for what you deprived
2.
II 09:05
I remember your names I remember your faces I remember the taste of your piss Genovese, how I know what you felt Black, cold, abrasive October asphalt Four faces that once were friends The playground near my house where we often played Surrounded now, testicles slammed by steel did the sunset catch the glint of my tears as you kicked, as you beat? The shame of going home "I fell in to a puddle" the lies I had to tell not to protect you, but my own dignity you stripped it from me you washed it away in golden streams
3.
III 14:56
sexual frustration rooting deep in alienation cages of rejection where a restrained animal becomes an active predator flame of the candle flickering the draft gliding over naked skin their voices carry in from darkened streets below slow brewed desires, how torturous the months every rejection every unanswered message every woman that would never give the time becomes another pound of pressure deny denial denied there is no escape stroking of the phallyus the trigger has been pulled heaving chest, flushed with rage dulling the blade with a primal grunt the monster feasts upon the mixing of blood and cum the flame erect as I shrink the smell of sex and revenge their voices carry in from darkened streets below it should have been you it should have been you it should have been you
4.
IV 22:31
To fall before yourself and all you'd wish to become to watch another sun disappear beneath the window sill without motivation to shed cotton cocoons Excitement has long since bid farewell childhood dreams are just more sutured wounds inescapable alienation, pure bred detestation the faces of enemies and friends lines have blurred with the rising of the monster Remember the faces, what they do or dont deserve When was the last time? Was it Alyssa, drug seduced? the hate fucking of a life time doesn't erase the pain of those times we had beneath that old Philly bridge or deep in those Pennyslvania woods Was it Caitlyn, and those arms on a freezing Cleveland couch? dancing breath in the Westinghouse tombs You'd soon come to tell me I'd hate what you became but I hate more what you were to me.... Was it dearest Madeline from exit 55? and the letters from Tina postmarked East Buffalo ruins sleepless night as orphans on Dodge St greeting the sun on dirty orgasms and fatigue You would come to say "never speak to me again" the cruelty of your voice never leaving my ears Hatred and love for me the lines have gone its them or me suicide as preservation of a charade remember me with remorse, rather than guilt with some sort of joy rather than shame as a broken man who still tried the best he could rather than a monster breaking lives in retribution so it comes to this its them or me.....
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V 11:16
Cold air, burning wounds terrorbound and crippled casualty of war between existence and ideaology how to justify when nothing matters? reaching so far for connection that I tumbled over the cliff look up to cold and frosted sky with broken bones and bloody pulp the beauty of the womans face torment, terrorize and arouse stalk and stare from across the room never good enough for you blood nudity and frozen tears why did this go so wrong? undeserved to unstable how have I held out this long?

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The first album from Black Bloc in 6 years, exploring one man's experience with severe mental health issues and how the interact with the world around him and the struggle to retain ones codes and ideals.. Open, raw, and honest reflections and stories that give glimpses of how it came to be, what it is like in the "emotional gutter," and what could possibly come in the future.

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released November 26, 2016

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Black Bloc Fredonia, New York

Emotionally devastated heavy electronics.

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anti hope.

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