(a lament for​.​.​.​) THE ADDICTS

by HANGMAN'S CHAIR

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HANGMAN'S CHAIR Paris, France

Hangman's Chair is a french sludge doom rock combo created in 2005. 4 full length album and 3 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: Sad But Drunk
SAD BUT DRUNK

Reach the bottom once again.
Enemy inside, I just can’t hide from myself.

There’s a ghost of a smile deep inside.
Come and meet me, come in the vice.
Sitting right next to you, alone at my lovely counter,
I am sad, I am drunk, I am the sad man sinking.
I am sinking.
I swear to god I am, so let me take a drop.

Reach the bottom once again.
Enemy inside, I just can’t hide from myself.
Track Name: Dancing Under The Noose
DANCING UNDER THE NOOSE

Take my hand, I’m standing right here,
I’ve got pills against spleen.
Say yes to fucking dope.
Here is some medicine for a tormented soul.
Burn your wings to the last feather.
All I did was sniffing a bit too much.

Nothing is more beautiful.

Take my hand, I’m standing right here,
I’ve got pills against spleen.
Say yes to fucking dope.
Home made cure, deep dead sky.
Burn your wings to the last feather.
All I did was sniffing a bit too much.

Smoke is blacking out the sun,
Give me my medicine.
Corpse dancing under the noose,
Close your eyes…
Smoke is blacking out the sun, it’s blacking out the sun…

Nothing is more beautiful.
Track Name: No Rest I've Found
NO REST I’VE FOUND.

This pain wants to break me.
Time won’t save me.

Prayer for the dying, ‘cause I’m nothing.

This frustration will never leave me.
Can’t you see this man? This whom I am.

Prayer for the dying, ‘cause I’m nothing.
I say I’m leaving this world behind.
A prayer for the living.
I’m leaving this world behind.

No rest I’ve found.

No rest I’ve found, I’m leaving now.
Track Name: Deep In The Bottle
DEEP IN THE BOTTLE.

Every morning is the same,
Running aground a desperate bed.

A bitter taste of vice,
An epileptic thirst.

Liquor is my savior and in the bottle I go deeper and deeper.

Going down the drain.
The need I feel is like a slow death.

A bitter taste of vice,
An epileptic thirst.

Liquor is my savior and in the bottle I go deeper and deeper.

A whiskey suicide, this bitter taste of vice.
Track Name: I Am Proud To Destroy Myself
I AM PROUD TO DESTROY MYSELF.

Hot whiskey, ice cocaine.
I’m sorry for what I’ve said,
I say I’m sorry for what I’ve said.
I’m drunk again, again and again,
Don’t worry baby, you only know me when I’m loaded.

May I be damned.
May I be damned for what I take, for when I pray
And I don’t care.
For what I write, for what I praise,
I don’t give a fucking damn.

I’m high again, again and again.
No, don’t worry baby, you only know me when I’m loaded.

May I be damned.
May I be damned for what I thought for a moment when I was down.
For I am proud to destroy myself,
I don’t give a damn.

May I be damned.
Track Name: Maybe The Snow Is Back In Town
MAYBE THE SNOW IS BACK IN TOWN.

There’s a shadow in the clouds,
This old black sun hides the sky.
Tears of my mother in my mind,
Take my bag, take a ride.

Maybe the snow is back in town.

Open window, close my eyes.
No tomorrow in my lies.

Maybe the snow is back in town.
When the pond is low, they’ll find my bones.

I have to let it go,
I’ll never leave the road,
How it’s gonna end, I know.
I’ll never be alone.
Track Name: White Fits Me Well
WHITE FITS ME WELL.

I have never been so close to my end
And it’s alright.
I’m walking with my sore
Reaching november’s core.

I’m so tired inside, can’t you see it in my eyes?

White fits me well.

I have never been so close to my end
And it’s alright.
Tell him that I have tried.
Can’t wait to overdose.

White fits me well.
White line.

I won’t save you this time,
‘cause I’m the next in line.