HOPE​/​/​/​DOPE​/​/​/​ROPE

by HANGMAN'S CHAIR

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released 25 July 2012

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HANGMAN'S CHAIR Paris

Hangman's Chair is a french sludge doom rock combo created in 2005. 3 full length album and 2 split albums made them tour, from Hellfest in France to Iceland, Russia, Benelux, Germany, Switzerland ... with Eyehategod, High On Fire, Crowbar, Corrections House, The Devil’s Blood, The Sword, Redemption 13...
HOPE//DOPE//ROPE is stil available and the band is currently working on a new stuff.
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Track Name: The Saddest Call
As dirty as my hands, she woke up and left this sleeping body she used last night. Behind the window, it seems to shine. Walking around with tombstone in her eyes. She's searching in the mirror, her reflection's gone. I wish she'd die here, screaming some more, gazing into the vaccum, this shore... It's just a train of thought deep in my soul. I hear this saddest call so low. Her reflection's gone. Her reflection's gone. I walk the line, I follow the steps. Her footprints lead me to my end. Dancing insect around her lips, she's crawling with worms. She's searching in the mirror, her reflection's gone. I wish she'd die here, bleeding some more, gazing into the vaccum, this shore... It's just a train of thought deep in my soul. I hear this saddest call so low. It's just a train of thought, it’s only sorrow deep in my soul, deep in my soul. I hear this saddest call so low. I wish she'd die here, bleeding some more. I hear this saddest call so low.
Track Name: Open Veins
OPEN VEINS.

Blood is dripping on a tile, I need to rest. Open hands,open veins. Broken cross upon my chest. And my life fades away.Release the fiend that lies within me, straight like that,no half step. Rolling up my left sleeve. Rolling up, Baby I'm comming. Sleep against this breathing hollow, I need to rest. Broken cross falls from my neck. A waltz with a shadow, sad and low, sad and low. And my life fades away.Release the fiend that lies within me, straight like that,no half step. Rolling up my left sleeve, rolling up, Baby I'm leaving. Blood is dripping on a tile, I need to rest. A waltz with a shadow
sad and low. Broken cross upon my chest. And my life fades away. Release the fiend that lies within me. I give up the wounds that never heal.
Track Name: Ain't Living Long Like That
PARANOIA REIGNS FOREVER
MANKIND IS OUR CANCER

AIN’T LIVING LONG LIKE THAT
NEVERMIND...
 
I’M PLAYING WITH DRUGS ALL NIGHT LONG
THEY SAY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG
I’M PRAYING ON TOMORROW
TO WALK ALONE
 
TONS OF PILLS, RAZOR BLADE
I’M SURPRISED I’M STILL ALIVE TODAY

DO YOU FEEL ALRIGHT BABY
NEVERMIND...
 
I’M PRAYING ON TOMORROW
TO WALK ALONE
 
I'VE NEVER SEEN THE NEEDLE GLOWING LIKE THIS BEFORE
BORN TO BE CURSED AND DAMNED I KNOW THERE IS NO SAVIOR
 
THERE'S NO SAVIOR, CAN YOU HEAR THEM LAUGHING
 
I KNOW I CAN'T WIN
THE TIDE IS NOW DESTRUCTION
THIS BROKEN SKULL SPIES ON ME
AND PLAYS A FORGOTTEN MELODY

SILENCE, THE LAST GREAT WAVE IT ROLLS
 
THERE IS NOTHING IN BLOOM
BABY WE’RE ALL DOOMED
Track Name: December
DECEMBER
Sitting on my chair, I watch the world and try to find another one like you, waiting between a million puppets full of emptiness and doubt. Mother of grace, the mask on my face is made of dirt, falling on my chest. I’m trying to remember the colors of December but the sail on my mind is as black as the coal. The raindrops streaming down the window are shining like diamonds and gold. A melancholic melody is playing inside my head all along. Mother of grace, I mark on my flesh, words of sorrow never been told. I’m trying to remember the colors of December but the sail on my mind is as black as the coal.
Track Name: A Scar To Remember
A SCAR TO REMEMBER
Fix this moment in my flesh and send a question to God, Why am I so weak, why am I so far from grace? I need to confess, the most painful of my burns is in my soul. A never-ending defeat, always this cross to bear and on my knees…I will close my heart, no need to be sharpened. Follow the stream, another mark on my skin. Just a scar to remember for this weight on my shoulders. Gold and red glowing fire. This is just a scar to remember…all…I feel it growing deep inside my guts it’s still burning. Over and over the pain, this need to scream. I know how it tastes to kiss the blackness. A dead drunk soul sleeps under my chest. Just a scar to remember for this weight on my shoulders. Gold and red glowing fire. This is just a scar to remember.
Track Name: Alley's End
ALLEY’S END
I could leave it all and go, where the pushers waiting for me, far from all the things I know, where the corpses disappear. Over the stream line, I’ve heard someone , after this night I’m coming home. I crawl down the alley until the end, drifting my body into the shade. I crawl down this alley to the end, leaving no trace of what I am. No more lies, no more ties but these empty eyes. A last trip to nowhere and far away to prove it doesn’t matter anyway. My tongue will bleed until the end of the feast. Drunken by tears from my hidden beast. To let myself go and let it flow, I’ll be patient, walking below. I crawl down this alley, feeling so hollow, watching the ghost until it glows. No more lies, no more ties but this empty eyes. No more blame, no more shame but this pure brown line…
Track Name: HOPE///DOPE///ROPE
Look around,
the Hunter virus is waiting for you, Ebola and the Tropical Rainforest is cooking up all kinds of brews to make sure that the population is kept into control. All these things are necessary.
Why is there an increase in sexual deviation right now? Because it goes against procreative sex.
Mother Nature does not want more children. No. This is not a time of birth. It's not a time to give birth!
It's a time to die.
The Bible says all things under heaven, and that includes death as well as life.
You out there, you comfortable ones, you point the finger. You say the junky's the problem, you say the sexual deviant is the problem, you say the serial killer is the problem, you say the racist is the problem. You say the man that hates his fellow man is the problem; but they ain't the problem.
You're the problem!
The sexual deviant, the murderer, the serial killer, the taker of human life is the cure!
You're the problem!
JOE COLEMAN