TWILIGHT AFTERMATH

by NOIR L.A.

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1.	DRY EYE 06:18	lyrics	buy track
You feel it in your guts, it threatens to drive you nuts Slimy, dripping creepy crawly fear The whites of your eyes, a window full of flies Your back soaked in sweat, bloody tears A crow on your lawn, the frigid touch of dawn Wake up screaming in a cold sweat Footsteps in the halls, slime runs down the walls Shadows have arrived to collect a debt CHORUS: You know the routine, you've been here before It's under the bed and crawling across the floor You can't get out of bed to turn out the light A dry eye watching you in the night It wasn't just a dream and no one heard you scream A black widow crawling across your face Cobwebs in the corners, the wail of fifty mourners Your pitiful soul's pathetic fall from grace The shadows inside a tomb, regression to the womb Turn and flee, run the other way Frozen beneath the sheets, shaking like a leaf Beg for mercy, pray for the light of day The witch beneath the bed, the voices in your head Rats screech and scurry across the room Bathed in ghostly white, and pale shimmering light The loud, relentless laughter of doom It knows where you've been; it's uglier than sin It preys on your deepest darkest fears A cold dreary moan, it knows when you're alone Rolling thunder, souls disappear
2.	CRASHING INTO THE NAZCA SPIDER 01:40	lyrics	buy track
Instrumental
3.	SPIRALING DOWNWARD 03:28	lyrics	buy track
Prognosis foretells a nervous breakdown The kind where the mind comes tumbling down A conflict of interest between me and me And the demons in the closet have all broken free CHORUS: Spiraling downwards, slipping away, the voices have all come out to play The vultures above are closing in Head on into the wall of madness, sinking in the abyss of sadness Roll the camera, the nightmare begins One tries to look back to a happier time The days of little luxuries like reason and rhyme The voices in my head just won't give it a rest A luxury suite for a time honored guest Orderlies with needles and cameras in the halls Bars on the windows and padding on the walls A palace of wonder where the walls are made of foam And customized jackets to welcome you home
4.	THE GARDEN GRIM 06:48	lyrics	buy track
The times you weren't there and weren't around to see The bit by bit that was slowly killing me So to cope I had a fix, a cigarette or pill Or anything to keep the maddening voices still CHORUS: I can't hide from shame or feeling dumb and lame So I just pretend I'm fluent in the game I starve the inner child to feed the inner beast Shame is the blood served at my feast I bled a thousand drips til' it ran between my feet But you had long since been well in retreat I pumped the heart with blood, but it was empty all the same A phony smile hung in a happy frame I must find the garden grim where dreams go to die Where the heart and soul are left to wonder why It's far beyond your dreams in the graveyard of sighs Where the Gladiator gives up the fight and dies
5.	MAUSOLEUM FLOOR 06:59	lyrics	buy track
Me- the sunlight hurts my eyes And the element of surprise disappears at dawn And then under the blanket of night We'll set the world alight, the moon turns his love light on CHORUS: Meet me at the gates where the gravedigger waits and the moonlight sweeps us away We can be together regardless of the weather and here our souls are welcome to stay Then when the undertaker has left The fog is the night's cold breath rolling between headstones Us on the mausoleum floor Together as never before in the garden the dead call home Us together by moon's eerie light The departed sing their delight together as never before Our one last dying embrace The moonlight against your face, love at the grim reaper's door Despite the rain and snow you love me yet Like a walk through Marshmallow Park, as good as it gets Piles of weeping leaves and rusted stone Let's read comic books together in the bath alone
6.	TEMPER TANTRUM IN C FLAT 01:44	lyrics	buy track
Fuck all the assholes, I think you know the sort Like tyrants down through history who engage in real blood sport Dicks like Idi Amin, Josef Stalin and Jim Jones Or the sort of dudes who break your knees if you don't repay their loans Like white-collar crime, you screw the innocent and you suck Or the shithead school bullies and the teachers who don't give a fuck And stupid shit like road rage, get a fucking grip! The sharks are circling and I don't care, get the fuck off my ship And we've decided you suck!
7.	BREAD CIRCUS 04:00	lyrics	buy track
To me you're just a lump of clay for me to mold however I may Impressionable minds such fertile ground I control what you see and keep you drugged through your T.V. I know what you think when you think I'm not around I keep you far away from the light in a constant state of ignorant night Your mind is my cake and I'll eat you too You think you think your own thoughts or had a say in what you just bought You don't feel pain or bleed when I turn the screw CHORUS: I know you think I don't know where you've been or where you go I like you to think that your world is happy place I predict that in the end you'll still think that I'm your friend And you can't see me though I'm in your face You're not only blind and dumb, but your mind's on ice and totally numb Meanwhile the world keeps spinning round and round You're a puppet on a string kept in line through dull routine And your happiness is how I've kept you down My grip and my manipulation will be my bloody coronation And you'll be none the wiser for ware Believing that your life is full is a monument to my control I ran the show though I was never there
8.	SCHIZOPHRENIC DAYDREAM 07:07	lyrics	buy track
Instrumental
9.	PERSONA NON GRATA 05:46	lyrics	buy track
Maggots and flies greet the morning light, a smell as bad as the hideous sight A mad racket orgy of violence and pain The bringer of sorrow, his clutching hands, bodies in bags the tax that war demands Phosphorus and napalm fall like rain Rotten corpses salute no one, the rising stench of flesh baking in the sun Jesus weeping, all is said and done Dragging your leg behind you, inching along the way In times of throbbing agony there really ain't much to say CHORUS: Persona non grata, the plague is coming home The potential's always there for a real bad day Can you deliver? She said to me, I'm worth every bit and it's plain to see Down on your knees the view is as wide as you please It's all about champagne and caviar, “Someday in Hollywood I'll have my own star” Unquenchable needs the blood on which pleasure feeds Body parts in every direction, bullets make for such lovely dissection Mud and blood splattered all over the place Suffocating in the thick, ripe air, pieces of meat and blood splattered hair The mangled remains of what may once have been a human face Rotten corpses salute no one, the rising stench of flesh baking in the sun Jesus weeping all is said and done Dragging your guts behind you, spewing along the way In times of throbbing agony there really ain't much to say
10.	BURNING WITCH FESTIVAL 02:21	lyrics	buy track
Instrumental
11.	BLUISH SHADE OF WHITE 08:50	lyrics	buy track
Choking as I start to scream, water in my lungs Scratching at the ice above me, requiem is sung Walking over thin ice, the threshold is crossed In the arms of the frosty void my will to live is lost Open wounds, blood freezes before it leaves the skin One final shiver, hypothermia sets in Sink then float, I bid the world goodbye No one sees or hears or feels the frozen tears I cry This the sort of nightmare from which you never wake No time or place to ponder my fatal mistake In this pathetic tale there's no life left to save No one can here you scream in an ice water grave Life flashes before my eyes, day turns to night Only to be found floating, a bluish shade of white One step seals my fate, down the river I'm sold I slip into the netherworld frosty and cold Reflecting on my life, what do I see? An obedient child praying on his knees Now in death here I face my sins Relatives gather around, the funeral begins Looking up from a casket, what do I find? Grieving, sobbing loved ones I've since left behind Flowers surround me and a priest to say the rights Coffin lid shuts and then out go the lights Then into the back of a hearse to meet with destiny Then the sound of falling dirt falling over me They say every man must face death alone The worms come to greet me and take me to my bones

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released August 23, 2015

All songs written by Alex Cortes. All instruments played by and vocals sung by Alex Cortes with various much appreciated guest appearances here and there. Most notably John Worley playing most of the lead guitar. And yes it's a drum machine but Alex programmed all of it.

Produced by Alex Cortes and Joe Stocco. All recording and engineering and computer manipulating (and there was tons of it required) done by Joe Stocco. For those who care about the technicals album recorded on ACIDPRO version 3.

Recorded at The Fabulous Joe Stocco Living Room Studio Venice, California.

DIMITRI MANDYLOR plays guitar live and SHANE WOOD plays drums live but neither appear on this recording. Nevertheless without them Alex would look pretty stupid on stage by himself.

Alex would like to thank everybody mentioned above and too many others to mention here.

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NOIR L.A. Los Angeles, California

NOIR L.A. IS:

DIMITRI MANDYLOR: Guitars

SHANE WOOD:
Drums

ALEX CORTES: Bass and Vocals

Since everybody seems to be so obsessed with labels and "genres" these days NOIR L.A. would label itself "diversity metal". No schematic or floor plan. You never know where it's gonna go next. Alex writes what he wants to write and flat out refuses to be pinned down. Hopefully it all fits (of course it do). ... more