Shrine of New Generation Slaves

(LP, 2013)

SIDE A
  1. New Generation Slave 4:17
  2. The Depth of Self-Delusion 7:39
  3. Celebrity Touch 6:48
SIDE B
  1. We Got Used To Us 4:12
  2. Feel Like Falling 5:17
  3. Deprived (Irretrievably Lost Imagination) 8:26
SIDE C
  1. Escalator Shrine 12:41
  2. Coda 1:39
SIDE D
  1. Night Session - Part One 10.45
  2. Night Session - Part Two 11.22
  • Duration:
    73:06
  • Size:
    12"
  • Speed:
    33 rpm
  • Weight:
    180g
  • Label:
    Century Media/Inside Out (IOMLP 366)
  • Release Date:
    January 21st, 2013
  • Music:
    Riverside
  • Lyrics:
    Mariusz Duda
  • Recording:
    Serakos Studio, Warszawa, Poland (III-VI, IX-X 2012) by Magda and Robert Srzedniccy
  • Mix:
    Serakos Studio, Warszawa, Poland (III-VI, IX-X 2012) by Magda and Robert Srzedniccy
  • Mastering:
    Serakos Studio, Warszawa, Poland (III-VI, IX-X 2012) by Magda and Robert Srzedniccy
  • Production:
    Riverside, Magda & Robert Srzedniccy
  • Illustration, Design & Layout:
    Travis Smith @ Seempieces
  • Guests:
    Marcin Odyniec - saxophone in Deprived (Irretrievably Lost Imagination), Night Session - Part Two
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Mariusz Duda

Mariusz Duda vocals, bass guitar, acoustic guitar

Piotr Grudziński

Piotr Grudziński electric guitars

Piotr Kozieradzki

Piotr Kozieradzki drums & percussion

Michał Łapaj

Michał Łapaj keyboard instruments, hammond, theremin, vocal

Lirycs

  • New Generation Slave

    Into this world
    I came
    Filled with fear
    Crying all the time
    I guess my birth
    Left a great scar
    On my heart and mind

    Now I hand-pick cotton
    And struggle to sing
    "I am happy and I do what I like"
    But my voice breaks
    And I start to hate
    My singing
    And simply everyone

    Mama told me
    Be good
    Work hard
    And love Mr. God
    Every Sunday
    I lie
    Trying to realize why

    Ain't nothing more to say
    Your Honor
    Don't look at me like that
    The truth is
    I am a free man
    But I can't enjoy my life

    ***
    I came to a standstill
    With lies and hopes inside my head
    Always seemed too late to turn
    And too soon to understand

    No, I don’t have a stomach ache
    It's just my face...

    I got stuck
    I ran aground
    I got used to spewing bile
    I wonder whether all those years
    Hadn't been a waste of time

    So how am I doing?
    Oh, I CAN complain
    Smoke too many cigarettes
    But I don't care...

  • The Depth of Self-Delusion

    I could be foreign forever
    To your otherland
    I could be foreign forevermore
    To your promiseland
    One life was great
    But another…
    No, I don’t want to live on the edge
    I won’t follow you
    I found my own
    I will stay

    I could be foreign forever
    To your hastenland
    I could be foreign forevermore
    To your neverland
    One little brick then another
    And I will build that wall anyway
    You can find me there
    Rested and calm
    Without mask
    This is where I will stay

    Look around where we are
    Who we are
    What we always want
    Twenty four
    Seven
    Three sixty five
    Sometimes little more
    I was chasing your shadow
    Not knowing
    I’d become your slave

    I could be foreign forever
    To your otherland
    I could be foreign forevermore
    To your promiseland
    One life was great
    But another…
    No, I don’t want to live on the edge
    I won’t follow you
    I found my own
    I will stay
    I could stay forevermore

    I've said a farewell
    To never-ending smiles
    I did not look good in red
    From my place I can finally see
    How much of this shade I called myself
    Was me
    And what was left behind

  • Celebrity Touch

    I can’t afford to be silent
    I can’t afford to lose my stand
    What matters is to be in view
    I am seen therefore I am
    I can satisfy my hunger
    I can satisfy my thirst
    What about the feeling of importance
    Now I’ve got my chance

    This is just what I need
    To be in everyone’s eyes
    To be hard-wired to all brains
    And control all their minds

    In the center of attention
    TV
    Glossy magazines
    My private life is public
    I sell everything
    Days are getting shorter
    They’ll forget about me soon
    So I jump on the bandwagon
    With no taboos

    This is just what I need
    To be in everyone’s eyes
    To be hard-wired to all brains
    And control all their minds

    But what if we start to talk
    Not only say out loud
    What if we sift the babble
    From what really counts
    What if we disappear
    Go deeply underground
    What if we hide away
    From being stupefied

    You and I
    Thousand eyes

  • We Got Used To Us

    When I scroll back through our recent days
    I try to understand
    How we could forget
    We made a promise to one another
    That nothing would ever break what we had
    Now we never talk when we fall apart
    We never talk when we fall apart
    We pretend we’re ok
    Surrounding ourselves with one-way friendships
    And so-called friends

    I know we got used to new us
    And I don’t want to be there
    I don’t want to be there
    Where we are
    I know we got used to new life
    And I don’t want to be there
    No, I don’t want to be there
    Where we are

    Silence fallen between
    All the doors are locked
    All the words unsaid
    And we’re still afraid of time
    Started to keep ourselves
    At a distance that we could control
    Not too close
    Not too far
    Now we never talk when we fall apart
    We just never talk when we fall apart
    We pretend we’re ok
    By filling up our inner space
    With little hates
    And so-called love

    I know we got used to new us
    And I don’t want to be there
    I don’t want to be there
    Where we are
    I know we got used to new life
    And I don’t want to be there
    No, I don’t want to be there
    Where we are

    So walk away with me

  • Feel Like Falling

    Day outside grows black
    I lie faceup in my shell
    Squeeze my eyes shut
    And feel like falling into blank space

    Had allowed that life to drift
    For I’ve chosen a different trail
    When light fades
    I feel like falling into blank space

    So you realized
    Ingested real life
    Grew up in the time of
    Pushing through the crowds
    So you realized
    Chose unreal life
    Settled in the mobile
    Handy pocket size

    Wanted to be your light
    Illuminate your smiles
    Wanted to be your cure
    Bridge between self and us
    Wanted to be your prayer
    Wipe the tears from your eyes
    But I turned my back

    Could have been a tree of dawn
    Rooted deeply in the ground
    Bearing fruits
    Far away from falling into blank space

    But I took refuge from myself
    In the crowded solitude
    Now I dash
    And feel like falling into blank space

    Wanted to be your light
    Illuminate your smiles
    Wanted to be your cure
    Bridge between self and us
    Wanted to be your prayer
    Wipe the tears from your eyes
    But I turned my back
    Got lost inside

  • Deprived (Irretrievably Lost Imagination)

    I live surrounded by cherished memories
    I have a weakness for collecting them
    Alphabetize
    As far as I recall my childish rituals
    Icons of that world
    Always filled my shelves and heart

    Now I shelter from the rain
    Hole up in my cage
    You don’t have to think too much today
    They filled in for your brain

    Curled up
    Deprived
    Curled up
    Deprived
    I shut away

    In a world of synonyms
    And handwritten notes
    My own puppet performances
    Endless bedtime stories
    I could touch the moon
    And switch off the sun
    I could have my dreams
    And dream about better times

    Now I shelter from the rain
    Hole up in my cage
    You don’t have to think too much today
    They filled in for your brain

    Curled up
    Deprived
    Curled up
    Deprived
    I shut away
    Please don’t call my name

  • Escalator Shrine

    We are escalator walkers
    In the brand new temple
    Came to reshape identities
    Shed our skins
    Be reborn
    And feel the same
    That no one here is real

    We are moving standees
    In the shrine of choices
    Incarcerated between floors of
    Hope and disappointment
    We feel the same
    That no one here is real
    We feel the same
    That nothing here is still

    We are stairway drifters
    Made of cyber paper
    Google boys and wiki girls
    Children of the self care

    We come to pray every single training day
    Looking for a chance to survive
    Buying reduced price illusions
    Floating into another light
    Melting into another lonely crowd

    We feel the same
    That no one here is real
    We feel the same
    That nothing here is still

    ***
    Used to have our love
    And now
    Disposable needs
    Used to have our souls
    And now
    Refined new skins

    Take
    Use
    Throw Away
    Forget

    ***
    Dragging our feet
    Tired and deceived
    Slowly moving on
    Bracing shaky legs
    Against all those wasted years
    We roll the boulders of sins
    Up a hill of new days

    In the arms of the setting sun
    Our burdens cast shadows over fiery ground
    Catching final rays
    We try to reach the journey’s end
    Before the sun will die

    We sense we’re almost there
    But the night comes too soon
    And we crawl in the dark
    Not ready to face up
    To unknowing lies
    We ache to go back

    But we can’t stop
    So we walk ahead

  • Coda

    Night outside grows white
    I lie faceup in my shell
    Open my eyes
    Don’t feel like falling into blank space

    Had allowed that life to drift
    For I’ve chosen a different trail
    When darkness fades
    Don’t feel like falling into blank space

    Want to be your light
    Illuminate your smiles
    Want to be your cure
    Bridge between self and us
    Want to be your prayer
    Wipe the tears from your eyes
    When the night returns

    I won't collapse

    I'm set to rise