BLOODLESSY - Part I

by Lucy Loves Lenin

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Lucy Loves Lenin's second album, "BLOODLESSY", will be released in two parts. Part I features five songs written by the band from 2012 to 2014.

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released June 9, 2015

Lucy Loves Lenin is : Fred Gagnon (Guitar/Vocals), Alex Brassard (Drums/Percussions/Keyboards/Back Vocals), Guillaume Martel (Bass), and Fred Lagacé (Guitar Magician). Partner in crime : Mel Boivin (Back Vocals on "Monroe", "Crime", and "Centrist").

All songs by Lucy Loves Lenin. Recorded in Montreal in 2013-2014. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Alex "Butch Vig" Brassard. Album artwork : Alex "Picasso" Brassard.

Lucy Loves Lenin would like to thank : Sabrina "Kevin" Moffatt, Maud-Andrée "9 O'Clock" Lemieux, Jeanne "Black Treacle" Bernard-Brassard, Lucie Laurence "J'ai pas le goût" Gagnon, Mel "Serpent" Boivin, Simon-Pierre "Manager" Martel, Pascal "Cuirette" Turcotte, Charles "Liver" Laplante, Teen Seizure, and She Serpent.

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Track Name: Centrist
"The moderate creates her policy agenda by looking to her specific circumstances and seeing which things are being driven out of proportion at the current moment. This idea — that you base your agenda on your specific situation — may seem obvious, but immoderate people often know what their solutions are before they define the problems."

- David Brooks, 2012

They are on the right
You are on the left
I am in between
I am a centrist

I refuse to bow down
Put my hands here on the ground
I refuse to be a hack
Want my own personal track

They want more police
You say “fuck the pigs”
I am in between
I am a centrist

I refuse to bow down
Put my hands here on the ground
I refuse to be a hack
Want my own personal track
Track Name: Miniluv
You love her so much she could waterboard you
You kneel and pray for your Guantanamo Bay
You love her so much she could rat torture you
You break, confess to crimes you did not commit
She's the Ministry of Love

And WAR IS PEACE
And LOVE IS HATE
MONSTERS ARE SOULMATES

You love her so much she could dismember you
You kneel and pray that she will call you her slave
You love her so much you’d drink her bath water
You hope and wait for your next slap in the face
She's the Ministry of Love

And WAR IS PEACE
And LOVE IS HATE
MONSTERS ARE SOULMATES
Track Name: Crime
"[La collusion et la corruption], c’était mon pain et mon beurre, mais jamais personne ne m’a dit d’arrêter."

- Gilles Cloutier, former political organizer testifying before Québec's Charbonneau Commission, 2013

You live your life in crime
It makes me realize


That I wanna do this too


I’m sick of playing by the rules
I won’t do the same as you


But I’ll find my way
I won’t be Superman

I prefer General Zod

Yeah

Take me to the nasty side of town
To the shady parts
Where the crooks are king

I could sell fake IDs

Or spread a new disease
Thought I could be that villain


From ‘No Country for Old Men’


But I ain't sure that I like


The mushroom cut
I won’t be Rick Deckard
I prefer replicants
Yeah

Take me to the nasty side of town
To the shady parts
Where the crooks are king
Track Name: Old Orchard
"Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there’s little fun to be had in explanations."

- Stephen King, quoted in psychological survival horror video game Alan Wake

The kids are out
The sun is gray

It's raining salad fingers
On my atomic burger

You smile at me

And lose a lip

The carrousel is spinning

Too fast for you

Old Orchard does that to you

Tell me if what I see is true
Old Orchard does that to you

Tell me if what I see is true

Old Orchard does that to you
Old Orchard does that to you

Old Orchard

My skin is burning
Literally

Take a shot; Hipstamatic
It feels like ‘Wish you Were Here’

Your feet are lobsters

Literally

I wanna crack them open
And sip your juice
Track Name: Monroe
"Monroe’s premature death raised one haunting question for the men who were, in their own fantasy, her lovers, for the men who had masturbated over those pictures of exquisite female compliance: was it possible, could it be, that she hadn’t liked It all along – It – the It they had been doing to her, how many millions of times."

- Andrea Dworkin, 1983: 18

Just before she died
She wrote: “I must not be”
Now we know her perfect smiles had just been masks
Covering rage, despair; a sense of failure

When she closed her eyes
She thought: “It’s time to leave”
Now we know she had not liked our invasions
Suffering, trying to achieve perfection

As we define it for them
A male-defined woman ideal
“Exquisite” female compliance
A sexual commodity

Now today, we do the same
And they spread their legs for fame
And we click, masturbating over pictures
Giving up, forcing them to seek perfection

As we define it for them
A male-defined woman ideal
“Exquisite” female compliance
A sexual commodity