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The Filter

from MEDUSA (LP) by The Shell Collector

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The Filter
music & lyrics by E. Tiberi

Sitting on a bench, outside,
The cold became more tolerable,
With a cigarette in hand
It made that background noise perfect
We felt like we were
Awaiting to see the end of all
The turning machinery's no end
It marks its time
Expecting an alien sun to rise
Overhead
Oddly enough
We became deaf
The noise of nothingness
Our ears had burned
Awhile we huddled together
Against the cold apocalypse
While smoke it blurred bewildered us
The placard slowly whirled
The rusty friction iron rattling,
Without ceasing, deeply, echoing
The turning machinery's no end
It marks its time
Expecting an alien sun to rise
Overhead
And smiling and kidding
We coped with ourselves
Between the puffs
And the green sun ahead
Our emotions, our revolutions
In the time of a last cigarette
The turning machinery's no end
It marks its time
Expecting an alien sun to rise
Overhead
This is not what I craved
The filter rings a bell
Tell me this is not the end of everything

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from MEDUSA (LP), released May 26, 2014
vocals, gtrs, programming by Enrico Tiberi

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The Shell Collector Berlin, Germany

[Enrico Tiberi]
[Jean-Luc Tsc]
[Kay Ketting]
[Marco Gennaro]

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