Ungrounded Outlets
by Abandon The Inside
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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumALL 13 songs of the album. Comes as a digipack with a self-designed 16 p booklet, consisting of watercolor paintings, collages and drawings. PLUS free download of our home-made video "Snake Creek" and all 13 additional album tracks.
Includes unlimited streaming of Ungrounded Outlets via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.ships out within 1 dayPurchasable with gift card€8 EUR or more
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Streaming + DownloadIncludes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.Purchasable with gift card
€4 EUR or more
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Man Of Merit
04:06
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You told us to believe but i might as well get over it. No forgiveness, no relief, it’s the same old prosaic snakepit
Maybe the word is your weapon, authenticity your identity. You're a beacon my friend, visible from far away, and I can see.
Now gather all your followers and preach your one and only way; you’re only as holy as me, your grey hair is black now,
your shoes shine, now show ‘em how a good man prays.
You say the word is your weapon,
well maybe it’s not lethal enough for me.
You say the word is your weapon
Your honesty is cheap quackery.
Drowned my feelings in cold mountain streams,
All memories forgotten, the harvest is rotten,
nothing’s like it seems.
Why do we always look for something we just can’t reach
and turn to false prophets who tell us what to do
and how to teach?
I only know if there’s something like a higher sense then
it’s inside of everyone
You say the word is your weapon:
maybe it’s not enough for us
You say the word is your weapon,
your honesty is felony.
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The Apparitional Dodo
04:11
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There’s something in the bushes, the shadows are moving all around me. Still this creature cries like in fear.
Though it’s dead for several years it’s haunting me.
Flawless paradise all around, but if you could hear the unsaid words and muted sounds, if you could hear the unsaid words and muted sound you could also feel the real air around now
Cause we are what we have to be
weak but endowed with shallow dignity
and i can’t go on doing wrong for too long
Love this island well at least I think I do,
not that reckless hypocrite that I was before anymore,
sitting there in that glow of anticipation,
the eeriness and the loneliness,
too late for any evasion
Flawless paradise all around,
but if you could hear the unsaid words and muted sounds,
if you could hear unsaid words and muted sounds
you could also feel the real air around now.
Cause we are what we have to be,
weak but endowed with shallow dignity,
and i can’t go on doing wrong for too long.
An apparitional dodo, tropical island nightmare,
plucking from my nerves like from a koto,
not willling to forgo
Cause we are what we have to be, weak but
endowed with shallow dignity and i can’t go
on doing wrong for too long.
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Pets
01:41
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Come in, tomcat boy, it’s cold outside.
Nothing you wanna catch leaps into view,
you’re fed up to the back teeth.
They undermined your basket,
gottal ive with it.
Come in, tomcat boy, it’s cold outside.
Come on, come in.
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Between
03:05
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Somewhere there in between the garbage lies his better part
Where silence rages beneath empty packages and finance book pages.
Feeling like being stuck between two sides
Never knowing what’s wrong and what’s right.
Somewhere he’s lost his ideals
He conceals every confession, because, so he thinks, this would start an average life and that’s what he wants to repeal.
Sitting alone in that room
City lights of for a moment
Waiting for them in the gloom
Being home again.
Memories simmering in the rusty old pot of tragedy
Gotta leave it be
You would die tryin’
Leave it behind anda leave it within.
Somewhere there in between the garbage lies his better part
Where silence rages beneath empty packages and finance book pages.
Feelling like being stuck between two sides
Never knowing what’s wrong and what’s right.
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Pecker's Lament
03:29
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Myths Of Freedom
03:50
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The myths of freedom are a boring ritual of our own despicable perception.
Even if there was a reasonable way there’d still be no perfection.
No safe ground to stand on, sounds like a fucked up cliché
I know know i know
Nothing’s finished but you think you’re done
Still feel the urge to start doin’ something before the chance is gone
Sad but true: your feeling was right
You’re only peeling the bright paper off the holy cow candy
Love it this convenient illusion from the past
Well I have to say nothing last forever
Not alike the greed that patches your world together
You won’t stop it, never, you won’t stop it, never.
Agenda collide, the idyll you abide, bemused by the sudden denial, this night people aren’t the same. You were missing the right part, should have known it, shown it like you throw away your independence and heart, the myths of freedom
are a boring ritual of our own despicable perception.
The myths of freedom are a cool idea, but nothing to trade or steal or deal. That would be the freedom of a stray cat comin’ home for a warm meal.
Your feeling was right
You’re only peeling the bright paper off the holy cow candy
Love it this convenient illusion from the past
Well i have to say nothing lasts forever
Not like the greed that patches your world back together.
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about
Recorded in Geratskirchen, Straubing and Munich in 2011-12, using instruments like e-guitars, e-pianos, an old Roland Jupiter-4 synth, double bass, and drums. The album is a simmering melange of genres ranging from electronica, progressive, and indie pop.
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released April 14, 2014
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Abandon The Inside Munich, Germany
Abandon the inside's music is an eccentric sound track for both fevered do evenings and a contemplative day off at the lake.
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Feb 2017 -
Nov 2015 -
Apr 2014
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