released December 22, 2012

the drowned magicians are
nuño gomez : vocals, bass, guitars
günther-pierre montgomery : guitars, vocals
hiroyasu beckins : guitars, vocals
billy nawrowky : vocals, drums

1 with a z
[3:13 words by navrovski, montgomery]

nuño : vocals, guitar
billy : vocals, drums, bass
gp : vocals
camille : vocals

expensive trains & lots of tubes
eating irregular
drinking enough
reading the warnings on the streets

lots of walking, lots of burgers & fries
no place called home
drinking even more
finding places that are not on our map

two towns & a city they saw
travelling lamely
enjoying the smell of shisha
during one of the hasty meals

an exploration to the house of a lost heroine
meeting twenty seven new people
or more, or less
the common minds
of travelling spirits
dancing
during
discussions about immigration with immigrants
and deviating to quotations
concerning dry abstraxion
to be concretized [with a z] in words

in wisdom in words in london in theory
in thoughts in writing in streets interior

feeling welcome in a house full of cypriots
drinking wine that
had been saved for the occasion
with a taste that's as deep as the thoughts we discuss

in wisdom in words in london in theory
in thoughts in riding in streets integrity

discussions about being privileged
and deviating to quotations
that are taken for granted by the speaker
& questioned by the listener

in wisdom in words in london in theory
in thoughts in writing in streets interior



2 through the evening
[2:04 words by navrovski]

gp bass, vocals
billy drums, vocals
hiroyasuguitar
ibrahim percussion

walking down the stairsways
putting my shirt out of my jeans
passing by the bamboo
getting outside
passing by immense buildings
seeing a spectacle
or making a cinema
a bar afterwards
having a beer and having another one

walking down the stairsways
putting my shirt out of my jeans
passing by the bamboo
getting outside
passing by immense buildings
red lights
being ignored
getting home
getting home
eating thai
or eating turkish
belgian or italian
smoking tobacco
comfortable

i've got weekend every night



3 qui nous fait retourner vers nous-mêmes, quand nous nous efforçons de nous en éloigner?
[5:58 words by cioran, montgomery & navrovski]

nuño : bass, voice
billy : drums, vocals
gp : guitar, voice
hiroyasu : voice

avez-vous regardé la mer à ses moments d’ennui? il semble qu’elle agite ses vagues, comme dégoûtée d’elle-même. elles les chasse pour qu’elles reviennent plus. mais elles reviennent, sans cesse. il en va ainsi avec nous. qui nous fait retourner vers nous-même, quand nous nous efforçons de nous en éloigner?
le besoin secret de s’abandonner à la mer, de se dissiper dans l’agitation vaine de toutes les mers, ne serait-il pas le goût de l’ennui infini, avec une sensation d’évanescence plus vaste que les lointains? ni le vin, ni la musique, ni les étreintes ne savent rapprocher de la douceur du déchi-rement (sic.), comme les vagues qui montent vers notre vide et notre insignifiance, et nous consolent par des promesses de disparation! la mer – commentaire sans fin de l’ecclésiaste...
un homme heureuse déchiffre-t-il quelque chose dans les étendues marines? comme si la mer était faite pour les <i>hommes</b>! pour eux, il y a la terre, cette pauvre terre... mais les accords du malheur s’unissent à ceux de la mer, en une voluptueuse et déchirante harmonie, qui nous jette en dehors du destin des mortels.
la tonalité de la mer est celle d’une mort éternelle, d’une fin qui n’en finit plus, d’une agonie. nul besoin d’un cœur malade de nuances, ni d’une sensibilité atteinte des subtilités de l’extase, pour surprendre le frisson mortel des mélodies marines, mais seulement d’un penchant pour les secrets et les voix de la mélancolie. alors on n’est plus sûr de son identité, et il faut en quelque sorte rassembler ses esprits, se repêcher sans cesse, pour ne pas se laisser engloutir par les mers qui s’étendent en soi et au-dehors. on ne peut se maîtriser qu’entre quatre murs. car les appels des lointains poussent plus loin que le calcul de l’existence...
la mer n’est une tentation de disparition que pour ceux qui l’ont déjà découverte durant des jours et des d’introspection... a la voir devant soi, l’on ne fait que vérifier le précipice de ces jours et de ces nuits... [...] le sang ne palpite-t-il pas ensuite au rythme marin, son orgueil mélancolique ne s’acccorde-t-il pas à la blessure bleue, mouvante et infinie? cette vaste et liquide souffrance, puisse-t-elle combler mon goût pour les douleurs démesurées, et assouvir ma soif de malheurs sans pareils? que les mers se mettent en colère et brisent leurs vagues contre le cœur humain.

[cioran, le crépuscule des pensées 101 102]



4 zoomed in on the left
[1:39 words by nawrowsky & montgommory]

gp : bass, vocals
nuño : guitar
billy : drums, vocals

london seemed to be wide
she seemed to hurry a lot
she seemed to be quite old

london seemed to be proud
she seemed to like the rain
she seemed to be suited up

combination of brix & grey & glass
combining roughness, sexy & class

camden seemed to be chill
she seemed to party a lot
she seemed to be multiculti

camden seemed to be calm
she seemed to be classy
she seemed to be gentle



5 square four
[3:01 words by navrovski]

hiroyasu : guitar
gp : bass
billy : drums, vocals
josé : guitar

outside some ordinary town
there's a lake on the hill
concrete buildings around it
thousand students around it

outside some ordinary town
there's a lack of empathy
not enough imagination
due to the weather

outside some ordinary town
there's a lake on the hill
concrete buildings around it
thousand students around it

outside some ordinary town
remote compound
including some lonely strangers
whom i dare not approach

was it the hat
the colour of her cigarettes
the colour of her hair

i close my eyes and i experience it as red
red, as the colour of extreme emotions

it felt as to inhale
& never exhale again
wearing gloves
that are too thin,
watching passers by
and then talking about the time
when
there used to be a state
of mind we shared
i shared with the people
with whom i shared my time

used to be
that is - how it was -
now - how it is

there used to be interests
our minds shared
i didn't mind the peoples
pasts prejudices privileges preferences



6 nomads homads
[4:53 words by montgomery]

gp : vocals
billy : drums, choir
ibrahim : guitar, choir
nuño : choir
hiroyasu : choir

lay your head on my shoulder
come down
in my arm your hairs

lay in my arms
lady, lay down



7 noabuchodonozobulbulezar
[2:35 words by navrovski]

gp : vocals
nuño : guitar
billy : drums, backing vocals

she is making a beard with her hair
decorating her chin with her hair
she is changing her shirt out of sight
decorating her face with her hats

she is watching me now elaborately
and brightening up my inner mood
she is making me smile with her moves
decorating the image picturesque




with thanks to our family, bayar ilhan menzat, l.r. vis, lola kite, camille wren, fauve peirelink, q, mr. cavello, cresconio delarosa, wéronika, joel huggins, whitmore, kvdh, augustinus, lieve daens, clara, michelle, katrin hens, loulou l'ixelloise, lisa aerts, carinak tobak, sabrina king, loes & maaike, ranquil, nina dejong, francis