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Preview of both sides of DJ Hidden & Broken Note / Niveau Zero & Balkansky's "Existence / Obey". DJ Hidden & Broken Note / Niveau Zero & Balkansky "Existence / Obey" Ad Noiseam adn155 in store January 23rd, 2012. + Informações

Artist: Dj Hidden & Broken Note Title: Existence Date: 2012 Label: Ad Noiseam Genre: Electronic Style: Dubstep Buy, Dj Hidden & Broken Note - Existence :www.junodownload.com Dj Hidden: www.facebook.com www.djhidden.com http www.discogs.com www.discogs.com www.last.fm www.youtube.com www.youtube.com Broken Note: www.myspace.com WWW.BROKENNOTE.COM soundcloud.com Logo, Visuals: Me twitter.com www.youtube.com. + Informações

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Awesome song from the album Fragile Art of Existence by Control Denied(progressive/heavy metal).Band was formed by Godfather Of Death Metal - Chuck Schuldiner. RIP www.emptywords.org. + Informações

The band Control Denied was formed by Chuck Schuldiner to create progressive/heavy metal, mixed with elements of death metal recognizable in his earlier band Death. The band started in 1996 as Schuldiner wanted to procure a more melodic style than was possible with Death. The project was interrupted by Death's release The Sound of Perseverance in 1998, but finally the debut album was released in 1999. A second album, tentatively titled When Man And Machine Collide, was partly recorded, but the death of Schuldiner in 2001, put the recordings on hold. Remaining band members have expressed a wish to complete and release the material * Chuck Schuldiner - Guitar (1996 to 2001), Vocals (1996-1998) * Steve DiGiorgio - Bass (1999-2001) * Shannon Hamm - Guitar (1997-2001) * Tim Aymar - Vocals (1998-2001) * Richard Christy - Drums (1997-2001) * Chris Williams - Drums (1996) * Scott Clendenin - Bass (1997-1999) Engineered, Mixed & Mastered By Jim Morris Discography * A Moment of Clarity (demo) (1997) * The Fragile Art of Existence (1999) * Unreleased Themes from Control Denied (2004) lyrics - I saw you, you saw me, you hid your fangs so well I should have known better but it is hard to tell In beauty the evil waiting for possession Deep inside reflections just a glimpse away Your faithful servants, they bow to you Together they're breaking the broken We were set free, what is to be? When its all said and done what is left to really say? To be one turn to none now we are just .... + Informações

One of my favourite bands, going to see them in San Diego On the 23rd of July! ENJOY! - This hollow feeling, The knowledge that you exist Amidst your insecurities. Cover up only to coward out, And never shutting up Only to never speak aloud. Have you dried up entirely? The walls of a church don't make it holy. It's what's authentic that completes the sum of it's parts. Don't excuse yourself from today on the pretense of your past. You're hurt. You're broken. That's alright. This might be what it takes to wake you up... Are you at your wits end yet? (4x) The walls of a church don't make it holy. Security isn't glitzy or glamorous, concrete or cohesive. Therein lies the truth. Lift your head up high... It's what we know we aren't, that makes us who we are. (2x) You're hurt. You're broken. That's alright. That makes us who we are (who we are). You're hurt. You're broken. That's alright. That makes us who we are.. + Informações

Me playing "Breaking the Broken", from album "The fragile Arto of Existence", by Control Denied. This is my tribute to the other project of Chuck "Evil" Schuldiner. Sorry for the mistakes, I´ve learned it by ear. Played with Washburn DIME2ST and Line 6 Spider II 212 amp. Download my album "Parametric Milk" free: www.megaupload.com Download my album "Forget All You Know" free: www.megaupload.com Enjoy!. + Informações

Buy at Relapse here: bit.ly Buy at iTunes here: bit.ly CONTROL DENIED - "Breaking The Broken," taken from the album 'The Fragile Art of Existence' Deluxe Reissue available now on 2CD/3CD/Digital via Relapse Records. Director: Doug Cook Producer: Eric Greif www.myspace.com www.facebook.com www.Relapse.com http www.Facebook.com Lyrics: I saw you, you saw me, you hid your fangs so well I should have known better but it is hard to tell In beauty the evil is waiting for possession Deep inside reflections just a glimpse away Your faithful servents, they bow to you Together they're breaking the broken We were set free, what is to be? When its all said and done what is left to really say? To be one turns to none now we are just yesterday You speak in killing words, the kind that crush and kill No mercy your pleasure to taste the blood you bled The chase has ended in denial of glory To trap and add to your servant souls. + Informações

In this interview Doug Cook talks about the production of Control Denied's conceptual music video for the track "Breaking the Broken" taken from their debut album "The Fragile Art of Existence" We also delve into Dougs past, his passions and how he came to be where he is today.. + Informações

Control Denied - Breaking the Broken - cover by myself. + Informações

??????????????????? ???Chthonic??2011?7?26?????????????????????????????????PV??? ?????ja.wikipedia.org ??????www.chthonic.tw myspace www.myspace.com Music: CHTHONIC / Lyrics: Freddy Lim & Joe Henley Director: ??? Illustration: Kid Motion: ??Album: TAKASAGO ARMY (2011) Broken Jade - lyrics: Steel, ocean winds Fly to their kin Smoke clouds the sky Burns my black eyes They come for me driven by unseen force Through the thick smoke on a fateful course Unseen am I, unmatched is my iron will The smoke of gunfire growing even thicker still They come for me With unseen force Through the thick smoke Drawn by fate's course Past lives return Trapped within we burn Longing returns As my brothers burn Lights of ancestors' eyes shine so bright in the dark Guiding me knowingly toward my end Steady hands carry me toward my perfect death One last time I ask that you will defend Cold comfort as I fall Death coming for you all Give my life for the sun In fire existence undone Past lives return Propellers burn Longing returns As my brothers burn Blades keep swirling around Memories cannot be found Lights of my true love's eyes shine so bright in the dark Guiding me knowingly toward my end Steady hands carry me toward my perfect death One last time I ask that you will defend Cold comfort as I fall Death coming for you all Give my life for the sun In fire existence undone Carry my soul on the winds of the sea To .... + Informações

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Crowbar like broken glass music video better quality. + Informações

My accident 4/23/03. In this video I am the instructor. The camera is on the left side of my head. The points of contact were the top of my head and his ribs. I heard my neck break and, I was paralyzed instantly.My student broke 2 ribs. The legs you see flopping around are mine. My emergency parachute opened around 700'. I was fully concious until hitting the ground. I think it is hilarious because people get sad over it so many years later. It was one point in time that is far in the past. So, relax and, smile my life is Great!. + Informações

www.fallout3nexus.com Quick sound demo of my radio mod "Existence 2.0" (music tracks are cut short in this demo so as to have a quick preview) "Existence 2.0" is hosted by JunK'et, a (yet) unknown model of robot wrought with perpetual existential angst and general malaise toward the world's current Existence. Jaded with this bleak world, It broadcasts "experimental ambient terror" music and sound design across the wasteland to echo "humanity's new existence 2.0", and shares It's views on survival and what is 'being'; backstory revealing it's past and intentions are revealed throughout the broadcasts. The station contains over 90 minutes of original music across 36 tracks. Over 30 minutes of new broadcast material featuring JunK'et such as: intros, dream diary entries, Philosophical Experimental Corner episode one, handy proverbs on surviving in the wasteland.. + Informações

On Broken Wings - "I Do My Crossword In Pen" Live at The Sonar, Baltimore Maryland We do not own any of the rights to the music uploaded. No Copyright infringement intended (C) On Broken Wings. + Informações

Obsidia - Existence - YouTube www.youtube.com Soundcloud www.soundcloud.com Facebook www.facebook.com Bandcamp obsidiamusic.bandcamp.com. + Informações

Artist: Piture Me Broken Album: Wide Awake Song: Darwin's Song Lyrics: Pry open eyes on a Sunday morning, Now I can see you're overdressed. Take a step inside and say you're sorry To your imaginary friend I wear seven sins upon my chest I'm not a victim to the text Written in lies You'd stake your life On hollow faith that knows you best To place the world in His hands You'd abandon truth for comfort CHORUS This life is in your hands You're living for the end These fables can't explain The beating in my chest This life is in your hands You're living for the end These myths they can't explain The air I'm breathing in *I'll die for my own sins* Wrapped up in lies to satisfy Your need to know why we exist You lead a life where morals lie inside A threat haunting your head I wear seven sins upon my chest I'm not a victim to the text No false sense of existence Abandon truth for comfort CHORUS This life is in your hands You're living for the end These fables can't explain The beating in my chest This life is in your hands You're living for the end These myths they can't explain The air I'm breathing in *I'll die for my own sins* [Guitar Solo] CHORUS This life is in your hands You're living for the end These fables can't explain The beating in my chest This life is in your hands You're living for the end These myths they can't explain The air I'm breathing in *I'll die for my own sins*. + Informações

The seventh track from the album "Téras" released in 2012 by Century Media Records. www.naglfar.net www.metal-archives.com Lyrics: Here, at the dying Flame of Existence. As your mortal coil withers and fades. With A sigh the great black opens. The final Journey is about to begin. Into the Night we all shall wander. Across barren fields of no Hope. Blind in the Darkness we're crawling. Through the rotting bog that claims our Souls. We now must go. Faceless Shadows now watching. Their Presence so somber and cold. On this Journey that seems to be endless. Every painful step takes its toll. Burdened by A million Voices. It's the cries of the lost down below. It serves as A guide, it is our beacon. With resolve we must follow their call. Through the black Mud we struggle. Onwards to A Fate unknown. Lifeless Sculptures prostrating. The cursed broken Spirits of old. Struggeling through Darkness. In search of the Void. In tattered shrouds and forsaken. We, the fallen, move on. Night oh Night, to Death's delight. It comes for all at Life' demise. The promised Land is but A Lie. We're all doomed to expire. Night oh Night, eternal Night. It comes for all at Life' demise. The Flame inside, once burning bright. Its Light has faded and died. And After Lifetimes of trials and Misery. We arrive at our final abode. At the swirling pit of countless Souls. Where we vanish into its Mass of Oblivion. Night oh Night, to Death's delight. It comes for all at Life' demise. The promised Land is .... + Informações

January 8th 2007 ATTENTION KINKOFTHECARP: Just because you have watched the Matrix 73 times doesn't mean that you are a philosophy major. You're still just a 'tard. Sorry this video is long and meandering, but I am jonesing for caffeine at present and my mind is all broken Slinkies and mushy Oreos. Enjoy your non-existent existence's! :P. + Informações

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Passing of black, looms over the entity, Ill omen surrounding all positive thought. The words of pain trickling off his tongue, To hear him say this world is done. Condemnation for the doomsayer, The raking of hell's garden cultivates no prayer. He laughs at the unholy blessing of terror, Fermented in your mind. Craving an end to existence, Fleeing life's pleas of surviving, The winds taste of death, Set souls free. Clouds impregnated, with the lust of despair. Demons congregate, on the eve of strike. Heaven is dormant, deaf to all cries. Desperate fools will never find Christ. Hateful spite lunges from the throat. Spat upon helpless beings of peace. Looming in the corridors that lie between time. This world's broken neck grasped in his hands. Dark secrets unlocked by a verbal key. Promises once mocked are fulfilled fatalities precede. Screams distorted with blood. Reverberate through vacated lives. Punished for ignorance. Extinction is your sentence.. + Informações