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Cruda Affectu

by Real Gone

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1.
No Time For It 04:35
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SHE FOUND A BRAND NEW SKIN, UNLIKE THE ONE I'M IN. IT'S GOT BELIEFS AND FEARS, I'VE GOT NO TIME FOR IT. I DON'T SEE THE POINT IN TRYING ANYMORE I DON'T SEE A NEED IN CHANGING ANYMORE I DON'T SEE THE POINT IN GIVING ANYMORE I THOUGHT SHE'D UNDERSTAND, I'M FINE THE WAY I AM. SHE THINKS I NEED A CHANGE, I'VE GOT NO TIME FOR IT. I DON'T SEE THE POINT IN TRYING ANYMORE I DON'T SEE A NEED IN CHANGING ANYMORE I DON'T SEE THE POINT IN GIVING ANYMORE I'M LOST INSIDE MY HEAD, FATHOMING THINGS NEVER SAID, WITH BLATANT DISREGARD, WHILE WISHING YOU WERE DEAD. YOU’VE MADE YOUR BED… I DON'T SEE THE POINT IN TRYING ANYMORE I DON'T SEE A NEED IN CHANGING ANYMORE I DON'T SEE THE POINT IN GIVING ANYMORE
2.
The Paradigm 07:31
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THERE’S AN ITCH ON MY CHEST, SO I ROLL ANOTHER THIN, THERE ARE FACES IN THE CEILING, TRYING TO GET IN. SO, I’VE BEEN TOLD ,WE’VE BEEN SOLD, LET’S SIXFOLD, OUR THRESHOLD. GROWN OLD, OUR EYES, COLD, OUR HEARTS , GOLD. I CAN’T TAKE, CAN’T TAKE THE WEIGHT ON MY OWN I CAN’T TAKE, CAN’T TAKE THE WEIGHT. THERE’S AN ITCH ON MY CHEST, SO I ROLL ANOTHER THIN, THERE ARE FACES IN THE CEILING, TRYING TO GET IN.   SO, I’VE BEEN TOLD ,WE’VE BEEN SOLD, LET’S SIXFOLD, OUR THRESHOLD. GROWN OLD, OUR EYES, COLD, OUR HEARTS , GOLD. I CAN’T TAKE, CAN’T TAKE THE WEIGHT ON MY OWN I CAN’T TAKE, CAN’T TAKE THE WEIGHT. HER ACULEUS STRIKES A PARALYTIC HIT, ARMED WITH LOVE IN THE FORM OF ENDORPHINS, AN ABUNDANCE MADE OF POWER TO EMIT, LIKE HOPES WITHIN DREAMS OF A THOUSAND ORPHANS. THERE’S AN ITCH ON MY CHEST, SO I ROLL ANOTHER THIN, THERE ARE FACES IN THE CEILING, AND THEY’RE TRYING TO GET IN…
3.
Easy Make 04:10
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CLEAR THE BED LIGHT THE ROOM IN RED ‘COS IN YOUR HEAD IS A BRAIN OF LEAD BUT THAT’S OK   I DON’T CARE, NO I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR FLINGS ABOUT YOUR FLINGS   SO WHO DID YOU INFECT? WHAT DID YOU FUCKING EXPECT? THERE’S NOTHING LEFT YOU HAVE NO SELF-RESPECT BUT THAT’S ALRIGHT I DON’T CARE, NO I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR FLINGS ABOUT YOUR FLINGS   SO GIVE ME THE TRUTH DEAR THESE WORDS AIN’T JUST FROM HERE SO PARDON THE TRUTH DEAR YOUR THOUGHTS HAVE NO SUBSTANCE   SO YOU’VE DONE IT AGAIN WITH SOME OTHER MEN WHOEVER BEGS FOR YOU TO SPREAD YOUR LEGS WON’T NEED TO COUNT TO TEN… I DON’T CARE, NO I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR FLINGS ABOUT YOUR FLINGS I DON’T CARE, NO I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR FLINGS ABOUT YOUR FLINGS
4.
Faith 05:43
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SO YOUR FAITH IS FALLING IN- TO A BLACK HOLE THAT YOU CALL YOUR SOUL. …AND EVERYONE’S AFRAID OF EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAD TO SAY. FOREVER IN A TRAP, HOW EVERYTHING, COULD JUST CAVE IN LIKE THAT. I’M THINKING ALL THE TIME, BACK IN THE PAST, WHEN YOU WERE LAST INTACT. OOH NO! WE ABSTAIN. WE CANNOT PLAY THIS GAME OOH NO! NOT AGAIN. THERE’S NO-ONE TO TAKE THE BLAME. OOH NO! WE ABSTAIN. WE CANNOT PLAY THIS GAME OOH NO! NOT AGAIN. THERE’S NO-ONE TO TAKE THE BLAME. OOH NO! WE ABSTAIN. WE CANNOT PLAY THIS GAME OOH NO! NOT AGAIN.
5.
Hang 05:39
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STRAP ON YOUR GUN SON, STRAP ON YOUR GUN AND TAKE THE LAST SHOT THAT REMAINS TO THE SUN LET GO, OF THE ROPE. STRAP ON YOUR GUN SON, STRAP ON YOUR GUN IGNORE ALL THE CRITICS AND AIM FOR THE SUN. LET GO, OF THE ROPE FROM WHICH YOU HANG.   YOU KNOW YOUR NAME.   YOU GOTTA FIND YOURSELF ‘COS YOU’RE MILES AWAY. MILES AWAY. TAKE. OH, WORDS CAN RAPE THE BRAIN YOU FEEL MILES AWAY. MILES AWAY. TAKE. BREAK. TAKE. TAKE. STRAP ON YOUR GUN SON, STRAP ON YOUR GUN AND TAKE THE LAST SHOT THAT REMAINS TO THE SUN LET GO, OF THE ROPE. STRAP ON YOUR GUN SON, STRAP ON YOUR GUN IGNORE ALL THE CRITICS AND AIM FOR THE SUN. LET GO, OF THE ROPE FROM WHICH YOU HANG.   YOU KNOW YOUR NAME. TAKE NOTE OF WHAT THEY SAY… BUT DO IT ANYWAY. DO IT ANYWAY. AND IF IT TASTES THE SAME… GO OUT AND MAKE YOUR NAME. GO OUT AND MAKE YOUR NAME. STRAP ON YOUR GUN SON, STRAP ON YOUR GUN AND TAKE THE LAST SHOT THAT REMAINS TO THE SUN LET GO, OF THE ROPE. STRAP ON YOUR GUN SON, STRAP ON YOUR GUN IGNORE ALL THE CRITICS AND AIM FOR THE SUN. LET GO, OF THE ROPE FROM WHICH YOU HANG.   YOU KNOW YOUR NAME.
6.
You 06:16
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SELF APPOINTED HERETIC I AM HIDING FROM YOUR THRONE I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE I HATE YOU ALONE SOCIAL STIGMA CAUSED BY YOU WHILE YOU HIDE AWAY THE TRUTH YOU CLAIM IT’S GOOD, SEEK TO MAKE BUT HATRED YOU INCITE SPEAKING WORDS OF GENOCIDE AND THE CLEANSING OF THE EARTH SELF APPOINTED HERETIC I AM HIDING FROM YOUR THRONE I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE I HATE YOU ALONE SEGREGATED, BASED ON YOU THERE’S TOO MUCH TO GO AROUND HATING FOR THE SAME BELIEF IN YOU AND YOUR TRUE KING CLAIMING HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHEN OTHERS CLAIM THE SAME THING SELF APPOINTED HERETIC I AM HIDING FROM YOUR THRONE I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE I HATE YOU ALONE I’LL CURSE YOU OUT, AND CLAIM YOU FALSE (AND YOU’LL DAMN ME STRAIGHT TO HELL) NAME YOUR NAMES, REVEAL YOUR FAULTS (AND YOU’LL DAMN ME STRAIGHT TO HELL)
7.
Individual, Residual 05:00
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RUN OFF, RUN OFF THROW MY HEAD THROUGH THE TREES REACH THE END TO FALL RIGHT DOWN TO YOUR KNEES I CALL THE WORLD EVIL (BUT YOU’RE HERE TOO) ONLY TO GROW ATTACHED (TO ANOTHER ONE LIKE YOU) MAYBE NOT ME MAYBE NOT ME I AM, ALL MY OWN I AM, INDIVIDUAL I AM, ON MY OWN RESIDING, RESIDING RUN OFF, RUN OFF SHED THE MEMORIES TO THE AIR I SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THAT IT’S ALL JUST UNFAIR SO RUN AGAINST THE GRAIN (SOMEONE’S GOTTA DO IT) THERE’LL ALWAYS BE FANS (TO DRAG YOU THROUGH THE SHIT) MAYBE NOT ME SIMILAR PERSONALITIES I AM, ALL MY OWN I AM, INDIVIDUAL I AM, ON MY OWN RESIDING, RESIDING
8.
Raw Sound Revival 03:45
9.
Pure Divine 03:41
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MOVING CONSCIENCE WITHIN HER HEAD A DRIVING ENVY TOWARD THE DEAD MAGNETIC COMPULSIONS TO EASE THE PAIN A NEED FOR MORE, A YEARNING VEIN THE RUSH, THE HIT, THE NEED FOR IT SHE DROWNS IN ALL THE THOUGHTS TO KICK THE PAIN SHE FINDS BETWEEN THE TIMES AN ADDICTION OF A PURE DIVINE AND YET AGAIN, GIVES IN A ROTTING CORE, NOTHING MORE ALONE TO FADE FROM FORMER GLORY ALONE TO SLEEP WITH HER NEW STORY THE RUSH, THE HIT, THE NEED FOR IT SHE DROWNS IN ALL THE THOUGHTS TO KICK THE PAIN SHE FINDS BETWEEN THE TIMES AN ADDICTION OF A PURE DIVINE AND YET AGAIN, GIVES IN “LET ME GO TO HELL!” SHE SCREAMS “SATAN’S WAITING THERE FOR ME.” SHE GOT AWAY AND LEFT ME HERE WORRIED FOR HER SANITY “SO LET ME GO TO HELL!” SHE SCREAMS, “LET ME GO!” THE RUSH, THE HIT, THE NEED FOR IT SHE DROWNS IN ALL THE THOUGHTS TO KICK THE PAIN SHE FINDS BETWEEN THE TIMES AN ADDICTION OF A PURE DIVINE AND YET AGAIN, GIVES IN “SO LET ME GO TO HELL ONCE MORE.” “SATAN’S WAITING BY THE DOOR.” POISON WILL NEVER CLEAR THE RAIN BUT CLARITY SHE FEELS SHE GAINS CLARITY SHE FEELS SHE GAINS CLARITY SHE FEELS SHE GAINS
10.
Layne 07:25
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I THOUGHT UP SOMETHIN’ THAT SCARED ME TODAY REALIZED WE CAN’T WIN THIS EITHER WAY LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES IN A TV SCREEN PALE FACED AND SLIGHTLY SPACED AS YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN ANOTHER IDOL I CAN’T LOOK UP TO AND ALL THE WHILE AN OVER-FUCKED VIEW I’VE BEEN DRINKING LATELY BEEN THINKING TOO FAINLTY PINK CLOUDS HAVE TURNED TO GREY THE COLOUR FADES AWAY I THINK A GLASS OF WINE COULD EASE A BROKEN MIND NOW YOU’RE JUST A MAN IN A BOX I KNOW WE ALL HAVE OUR DEMONS TO FEND BATTLES THAT WE FIGHT AGAIN AND AGAIN I’VE TASTED ALL THE HATE THAT I CAN TAKE I LEARNED FROM YOUR MISTAKES FOR MY OWN SAKE ANOTHER IDOL I CAN’T LOOK UP TO AND ALL THE WHILE AN OVER-FUCKED VIEW I’VE BEEN DRINKING LATELY BEEN THINKING TOO FAINLTY PINK CLOUDS HAVE TURNED TO GREY THE COLOUR FADES AWAY I THINK A GLASS OF WINE COULD EASE A BROKEN MIND NOW YOU’RE JUST A MAN IN A BOX I THOUGHT UP SOMETHIN’ THAT SCARED ME YESTERDAY BUT I REALIZED WE COULD MAKE IT THERE SOMEDAY LOOKED INTO MY EYES IN THAT TV SCREEN PALE FACED AND SLIGHTLY SPACED AS I’D ALWAYS BE ANOTHER IDOL I CAN’T LOOK UP TO AND ALL THE WHILE AN OVER-FUCKED VIEW I’VE BEEN DRINKING LATELY BEEN THINKING TOO FAINLTY PINK CLOUDS HAVE TURNED TO GREY THE COLOUR FADES AWAY I THINK A GLASS OF WINE COULD EASE A BROKEN MIND NOW YOU’RE JUST A MAN IN A BOX PINK CLOUDS HAVE TURNED TO GREY THE COLOUR FADES AWAY I THINK A GLASS OF WINE COULD EASE A BROKEN MIND NOW YOU’RE JUST A MAN IN A BOX

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Cruda Affectu.
Raw Feeling.
The debut album of Real Gone.
Bringing together two years of songwriting and a year of recording, the hard work pays off and we present something we're truly proud of.

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released October 12, 2013

Recorded with "Dibs" at Raptor Studios.
Vocals: Micheal Gulliver
Rhythm Guitar: Michael Gulliver
Lead Guitar: James McNaught
Bass: David Scott
Drums: Patrick Dowse

All songwriting by Real Gone

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Real Gone Sunderland, UK

An Alternative band with a passion and goal to awaken an amazing Genre from the 90's. Otherwise just a bunch of ordinary lads with mutual interest, who love to have a laugh, write and share their music with anyone willing to listen.

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