Giants Of DeSign

Giants Of DeSign

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It's about picking yourself up off the floor dusting off your knees focusing on the distant horizon and running for your life It's about standing at the crossroads between what you can take from the world and what you can give to it It's about love It's about fear It's about destiny

Biography

/..Here begin the constitutions of the art/.. of Geometry according to Euclid./../../.. Whoever will both well read and look/.. He may find written in old book/.. Of great lords and also ladies,/.. That had many children together, certainly;/.. And had no income to keep them with,/.. Neither in town nor field nor enclosed wood;/.. A council together they could them take,/.. To ordain for these children's sake,/.. How they might best lead their life/.. Without great disease, care and strife;/.. And most for the multitude that was coming/.. Of their children after great clerks,/.. To teach them then good works;/..

Lyrics

Your Grace

Written By: Anschul Von Brandenburg

We throw our hearts to the regions
Because the Regents are deaf deaf deaf deaf deaf

The painted birds of the season
Choking on cherries as they fly their souls to rest

The feathered flux of allegiance
Palpitating as we dance our final step

We say
Hej, hej, hej
You say
Wait, wait, wait
We say
Hey! No Way!
Must be some kind of mistake

We say
Hej, hej, hej
You say
Wait, wait, wait
We say
Hey! No Way!
Must be some kind of mistake

You’d better cross your fingers and say Your Grace
‘Cos there’s a storm wind coming to slap your face
You’d better cross your fingers and say Your Grace

Bedevilled dusts of delusion
Stripping at senses as they masticate our flesh
Pustulent crust of collusion
Terror forming as it’s falling from our breasts
Free G design an illusion
Program the people and we’ll step the G.I. Ant 2free-want-to step, step, step

We say
Hej, hej, hej
You say
Wait, wait, wait
We say
Hey! No Way!
Must be some kind of mistake

We say
Hej, hej, hej
You say
Wait, wait, wait
We say
Hey! No Way!
Must be some kind of mistake

You’d better cross your fingers and say Your Grace
‘Cos there’s a storm wind coming to slap your face
You’d better cross your fingers and say Your Grace
‘Cos there’s a storm wind coming to smack your face
You’d better cross your fingers and say Your Grace
‘Cos there’s a storm wind coming to slash your face
You’d better cross your fingers and say Your Grace

Discography

Debut Single 'Your Grace' coming in October on Trewetha Records of Stockholm, Sweden

Set List

we usually play between 6 and 9 songs regularly rotated from our repertoire of original compositions;

We’re Dead

This is the era of the weak handshake
And it’s getting weaker by the day
All our addictions were learnt at the breast
So forget what your parents say

The constant concrete underneath your feet
Means we’ve got nowhere left to go
So if you want a piece of sound advice
Just turn on your radio

The seas are getting higher
And the desert’s getting drier
While the poor are getting hungry
All the rich are getting plastic surgery
This is the last century

Your wars are mass-produced
And all your kids are self-abused
Dying to get on TV
Tell me now
Is this the way your GOD intended life to be?
This is the last century

So let down your hair
Take off your underwear
There’s nothing left to fear anymore
‘Cos we’re dead

Six billion monkeys made a scorpion
And it’s stinging itself to death
You’d better find a place the air is pure
‘Cos it could be