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Ciel Nouveau F​/​The Poet

from The Rough Sect Sessions by Black Ring

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The way you open up
gasping for oxides black tar
That taste so sweet and escaping you.
How it fills the morning night.
The lining rimmed with blues
of trite.
I can smell you all the way from here.
My ground shifting ever so...
as my eyes divert.
Charting up an invisible
rope ladder.
As a fact of the matter...
you are too antique and precious
Too "to me" in my questions.
I can see clearly now;
As if to have vanished in thin air
That rain is gone.
dat flag is waving 'pon 'bourhoods
Never new it before
But now I should...
I'm good.
I'm good.
I'm here.
She's here just in time
to gasp at it too
Our new*sky

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from The Rough Sect Sessions, released November 19, 2010

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Black Ring Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Taking influence from the punk-tinged EBM stylings of Assemblage 23, the excrutiating gentleness of later Gary Numan, and the pop sensabilities of Switchblade Symphony; Black Ring produces a blend of experimental EBM and darkwave that brandishes a brutal aural attack on the senses. ... more

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