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The Cycle

by Brassmaster Flash

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1.
Deceived 02:33
Oh surprise, surprise Honey you‘re not funny tryna to fool me, telling lies, desguising your own tendencies to fantasize, but guess what you‘re the one, who needs to realize what‘s real life and what is not. spinning such a fucked up little plot and we‘re supposed to be living in it? But even humor got its limits, ain‘t it? Check your own brain if you’re propagating tumors on it? I nomore know who to believe Are you wrong or am I naive? My mind is dull I can not receive This ain’t my life I am being deceived What’s the point of lying to me Let me live my reality, Check the facts, before spilling the te How did you get your masters degree? what do you even mean by he is gone, Doctor where should he go? He was sitting at our table, eating lunch, I was frying up some bacon, we dis glow life was in flow a couple of hours ago. So you must be mistaken, whos life you are shakingsomebody elses corps must be lying on your table and you’re not able to tell them apart, he’s the most handsome creature, so it can’t be that hard to identify, my boy would never leave me without saying goodbye. It’s 4'29 so he should be working on a client or standing in line to buy the wine for us to dine. So I am not going to whine because of your immense incompetence telling nonesense, using past tense on my lover, your gonna discover that you pulled the cover over another brother. I nomore know who to believe Are you wrong or am I naive? My mind is dull I can not receive This ain’t my life I am being deceived What’s the point of lying to me Let me live my reality, Check the facts, before spilling the te How did you get your masters degree? I am equipped with enough grip to get that denial ain’t only a river in Egypt, in fact that is probably the case, my boy must have taken off on a trip to take off some time of our relationship, but will be back in a sec, cause we are a pack. We don’t come as single tracks on the rack, we’re not only snacks for each other we are soul food. How rude that would be, to leave me like a single pea on a plate, he’s my soul mate, since our first date in the back seat of that limousine when we still were teens, falling for each other in a heart beat, now you’re telling me straight to my face, that fate has taken another path and I should not wait for my babe to return, but to learn how to stop yearning for his touch On my weak spots. Why the fuck do want me to feel lost?
2.
Rage 02:11
For anger to turn to rage, you need to loose the „n“ N for no When you snatched my match, this reptile hatched, in the nest of my chest out this egg I caressed and incubated, Since we dated and became related. A scaled lil worm, but hungry as a hole Pushing down, opressing all the anger in my soul and sice you‘re gone there‘s a lot of it, I accumulate all the hate, that was created when you stepped through the heavenly gate I keep my rage in my skull cage Every day it ages, more furrows in my face About to break the bars, gotta be let loose I keep my rage in my skull cage I Feed my little pet, give it all my juice Fire in my head, ready for abuse Blood is boiling in my custom prressure cooker, A scorching stew of hate is bubbling since they took her, need to feed my greedy pet a three course meal for it to shed Breaking up its skin from Tail to chin for it to level up my little anger got so fucking big, funny how time flies, only yesterday it was a spark in my eyes, but I took real good care, pourred all the oil I could spare, drip drop down your throat, in the hope I could bring up this beast, to release, When I‘m in need for a bulldozer, running over all the living creatures, that always take the best of me, In a sec you gonna see, my rage banging on your roof, poof poof. Anger is my ruler a 6 foot 8 preschooler, mowing all the land like Alexander the great Fuled by hate, it swallows its prey with the plate. You stripped me off my mate, you about to feel my hate I keep my rage in my skull cage Every day it ages, more furrows in my face About to break the bars, gotta be let loose I keep my rage in my skull cage I Feed my little pet, give it all my juice Fire in my head, ready for abuse
3.
Interlude I 00:51
4.
Bargaining 03:48
5.
Interlude II 01:12
6.
Dump 02:40
Dumped like a chewing gum I am wandring from shoe to shoe, no clue, how i got here or who took me home. Only By sticking to others I am able to roam about. The oder of sweat and cheap beer fills the sphere. And every thought takes a year to appear clear. All your clothes gather to cover the floor so even when somebody tries to reach, they wouldn’t manage to open the door. I leak, my dam broke, I could swallow gallons, but what for, the only thing it hydrates is my lacrimal gland. Suddenly my legs are not supposed to stand, but to wobble, they no more carry, every pebble under the sole, makes them tremble, like fucking twizzlers. Though The asphalt sizzles my limbs, they shiver. I want to chug that bottle of vodka and jump into the river. Darkness comes upon me, lets me faint so I can’t fight, it claiming every bone Making my brain its newest home. Darkness dwells within me Steers my life and dims the light It takes my hands Bresks my legs snd Drags me to its mother land It blossoms in the warmth of my existence It feists on my richness and shits out its babies. They themselve consume my substance Till every fiber, every cell is black. They devour my power From head to toe, from front to back They ravage my courage Till I am a wreck, till I’m just a lack A lack of human It’s just black. Inside and surrounding me! Just black. I lost the track of time inside this ditch or did I lose time all together! The big freeze of galaxies.? We used to seize the day and It didn‘t matter how many times we lost our ways, we always found each other, but this time is different, I should have been with you, should have listened to the alarm, when the halt of it all hit us we were supposed to compost arm in arm Darkness dwells within me Steers my life and dims the light It takes my hands Bresks my legs snd Drags me to its mother land Darkness comes upon me, lets me faint so I can’t fight, it claiming every bone Making my brain its newest home.
7.
Peace 03:10
Letting go was never an option, Moving on is a lie too A part of me will forever yearn, but it‘s not on fire, it no more burns We are far more worth than destruction! I would much rather build on our memories Plant some seeds in our ground, so we can grow for evermore and are not only found in history books, rather living on. I am not saying my fear of missing out isn‘t triggered daily. I still ask myself what fathers we would have been, where life would have taken us and these vivid pictures are beautiful but damn do they hurt. I would have loved to act them out, digging in the dirt to build a house for us alone, forrest all around, hear your sounds, but no they won’t play my eardrum, only tap dance around my synapsis, but they are there, you still exist and I don‘t want to be ungrateful. I need to accept the fact, that you now caress my brain cells, instead of the back of my neck Peace the balance between tension and release Peace coming home, feeling home Peace to have the courage to be truly free Peace feeling good together and alone Peace the balance between tension and release Peace feeling warm without your arms Peace being full after a feist Peace and still falling deeper for your charm
8.
Outro 01:58

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"The Cycle" is based on the psychological model of the "Five Stages of Grief". Created by the Swiss-American psychiatrist Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, it describes five emotional phases that each person goes through in succession when exposed to the experience of loss: the death of a loved one, the end of a relationship, the loss of a job, a change in family situation, etc...

We drew freely on this model to write our album, seeing these stages as a natural 'path' to acceptance. Each track represents one of these emotional states, bringing a different musical state of mind.

The name 'The Cycle' refers to the journey we take as humans with each new loss. Our aim is to talk about a theme that concerns everyone through our own language.


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"The Cycle" s’appuie sur le modèle psychologique des “cinq phases du deuil” (Five Stages of Grief). Créé par la psychiatre helvético-américaine Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, il décrit cinq phases émotionnelles que chacun et chacune traverse de manière successive lorsqu’il ou elle est exposé-e à expérience de la perte : que ce soit la mort d’un être cher, la fin d’une relation, la perte d’un travail, la modification d’une situation familiale, etc...

Nous nous sommes librement inspirés de ce modèle pour écrire notre album voyant ces étapes comme un “chemin” d’acceptation naturel. Chaque morceau représente un des états émotionnels en apportant un état d’esprit musical différent.

Le nom “The Cycle” désigne ce chemin de vie qu’on parcourt en tant qu’humain à chaque nouvelle perte. Notre but est de parler d’un thème qui concerne tout le monde à travers notre langage propre.


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The Cycle ist ein Konzept-Albums, welches das psychologischen Modell der Trauerphasen nach Elisabeth Kübler-Ross zum Inhalt hat. Die Schweizerisch-Amerikanische Psychologin entwickelte dieses Modell, um die verschiedenen Stadien zu beschreiben, die ein Mensch in Extremsituationen durchläuft, egal ob dies der Tod eines Angehörigen ist, der Trennungsschmerz einer Beziehung oder das eigene Sterben. Im Gespräch mit Todkranken, Leidenden oder anders Trauernden entwickelte Sie ein fünfstufiges Modell.

Wir haben uns von diesen Abschnitten inspirieren lassen und auch unser Album beschreitet diesen „Trauerpfad“ in unterschiedlichen Etappen des Akzeptierens. Jedes Stück repräsentiert eine dieser Phasen in einem eigenen, passenden musikalischen Gewand.

Der Name "The Cycle" steht für diesen Lebensweg, den man als Mensch mit jedem neuen Verlust zurücklegt. Unser Ziel ist es, über ein Thema, das jeden betrifft, mit unserer eigenen Sprache zu sprechen.

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released January 26, 2024

Mixed by Grégoire Pasquier at La Fonderie, Fribourg
Mastered by Dan Suter at Echochamber, Zürich

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Brassmaster Flash Fribourg, Switzerland

Energetic, innovative and daring, the hip-hop brass band Brassmaster Flash has been touring the stages and streets of Switzerland and abroad since 2017. Between original compositions and covers of the great classics of the style, the band gets an ever-growing audience moving. Brassmaster Flash is formed by professional musicians from all over Switzerland and beyond united by their love of hip-hop. ... more

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