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Catoptric
04:00
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He could fake the secrets
In blue portraits believing
it would cause such wonder
they trusted cruel deceivers
When he comes how could he lose?
His charade, his smoke is quiet
He would lie to play the fool
for parades we know he despises
Cunning crow shows us everything in his underworld
with a mouth of crescendo crimes and (oddly) teenage rhymes marching on june
(The month of all the secrets, drops of blue and yellow villains)
That sagacious sinner could light up non believers
When he comes how could he lose?
If he's met with shame and sobbers
Would he lie or play it cool
to carve any fate desired?
Someday I should lie so I too can play with fire
When he comes how could he lose?
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In Perfect Melody
04:36
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The ever-smitten ringmaster is bleeding on his painful throne
for somewhere in this silver moon a creature weeps her lonely songs
She sings so well
he wants her to share those nights of gloom and pain
He feels so inspired
He swears he hears a perfect melody with her
As he coughs his heart out and cuts his wings down
He never questions if it was all make believe
So she gives him the smile lowly demons would know
of serpent tongue and crimson bones
She goes for his feathers, his soul
as intended all along
Without any pity shade
retreating in soothe serene
her prey - so low
throbbing in a melodious moan
He screams so well
he goes and asks the night, of gloom and pain, if she felt desire
For he swore in perfect melody, with her
He picks his dusty coat up
brings a numbered drink out
and fears the moment he might hear her again
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He's quiet
and robes misery
Ragged from every suitors stream
His honest sleeves a little bit dirty
Too bloody from the dark
He often wonders how he speaks
with gods and queens
So certain with promise
when he does not belong in this room
for no one believes in him
She's distant
and spits tragedy
Quiet from all attempts to sleep
Her careful fingers a little bit sticky
Too crooked for a heart
She often wonders how she speaks
with dreams and the youth
So certain with promise
when she does not belong in this tomb
for no one believes in her
No one believes in them
They often wonder how they speak
with gods and dreams
So certain with promise
They are certainly bold
but no one believes in them
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For my chords deceives - like friends
Suffered notes to pretend to be absorbed with myself
beneath the hate of everyone
And I'm scared it will let you down
For your eyes of grace should never lose faith
through tears of disrespect and forms of regret
by a false god weeping on the stage
spitting from his own prayers
And I'm scared it will let you down
Though my soul of wicked spells,
fear, disease, and awful smell
sings in silver tongue
In its heart, there is a story
Yet I'm scared it will let you down
For your years of grace should never lose faith
through screams of my wounds and rebellious tune
What's worse it's something I sustain
It's not made to help anyone
/* Isa part */
Invisible in fading light
The scars betray our great disguise
I too speak in silver tongue
Barely what's expected
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5. |
Modeus
03:44
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All souls long for something greater
only for it to spill for some pattern
absolutely worth waiting for
Oh beloved, to hear a familiar tone
I have stood here pliant and remain unmoved
For you, the fruit of all my affections
blending into my drink of curious obsession
Oh my beloved, show me what I waited for
Oh to devour your familiar tones
How could you even decide to fly out
Why'd it take so long to fly back home?
Why would you ever bring all your friends crowns?
How could I ever ignore them now?
*Ignore them now*
Why do you prefer to bring yourself down?
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6. |
Before The Dawn
03:55
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And you cried
by yourself
it's not too late
don't be someone else
In your nights you felt so alone
You knew it all along
it's the hatred within you
That quiet roar will get much stronger
act your age or it might too loud
Don't ever surrender
It will surely take everything
the wound sets
behind your eyes
into moments
for someone else
Oh that's despair of a lovers resolve
when those whispers are all gone
along with the sorrow in you
You will surely make everything
perfect
Perfect this time
Perfect everywhere you go
That quiet roar will get much stronger
find a way and may you get so proud
Don't ever surrender
It will surely take everything
So perfect this time
Perfect everywhere you go
Don't ever surrender
It will surely take everything
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Curegut
03:30
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I was a god once but I found it to be beneath me
Now I wither at clocks and roll up my sleeves
Here I leave news through imperfect signals
To drop clues of a suffering servant
Though I am still undoubtedly clever
the defeat in my bones, undeniable
One more for me bartender
Honey for my saliva
Temper me adequate agitators!
Conquer, feed, and disturb this torture
and make me worthy of my name again!
Say i'm worthy of my name again
Just drop the clues
Though I remain undoubtedly clever
the defeat in my soul, undeniable
Five more for me bartender
One more for me bartender
Honey for my saliva
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Litter (feat Aleph)
03:58
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Met a child who lived in a cove
She had more shelves than she had clothes
Every morning she'd wander the stretch of the shore
Picking up pieces of litter and taking it home
Maybe they'll come back one day, she'd say
Finally tire from the waves
But these bottles grow dustier everyday
There was once I walked with her one dawn
Counting the footprints that led to the ocean
She piled up my arms with once-loved broken things
To fill up the shelves that she tries to keep clean
Maybe they'll come back someday, she'd say
Finally rise from the waves
But these bottles grow...
They just keep growing.
They just keep growing.
They just keep getting dustier and dustier and dustier...
I've stood here before, at the edge of the world
Ready to surrender myself to the water
But then, a fragile hand slipped into mine, looked inside
And in her eyes, saw despair of a thousand lives
These belong to just their dreamers
Their light grows weak, they wait
For the day that they come take them home
Don't be impatient, dreamer
The sea might make you fly
but these'll take you to stars and beyond
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Captiver (with Bijou)
04:30
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You're not supposed to reach out
not with those hands of heartaches
and glimmers of goodbyes
You're not supposed to take anything
not with that coat of thursdays
so filthy from disguise
Oh you thief of always
pretending to have nothing to say
If you don't captivate
it's the way your body shakes
I am sorry
If you don't captivate
Then I am sorry
You're not supposed to move anymore
not from your throne of pity and splendid broken bones
And I loathe the taste of any tears from such ghosts
And I loathe the taste of any tears
If you don't captivate with the way your body shakes
Then I am sorry
You don't captivate!
It's the way you do your body shakes
"huhuhu, I am sorry"
I am sorry
If you don't captivate
with the way your body shakes
then I am sorry
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Three times today
horseflies were swallowed in her moria
Their sibilance fades in fables intended to fool them all
A quiver for the words they couldn't say
That waited for the truths rougher than lies
Quiet on the quelling of it's play
Yet still you showed such care
Oh Sylvia I tried to move you in ways
you had deemed unnatural
In shame I claimed that I was not at fault
In hopes you would stop me Sylvia
and it torments me
oh god it torments me
guilty laced seeds
grown with consumption
encouraged by a scream
"You should never show you care!"
"You should never show you care!"
Oh what a shame
to claim it was your fault
Oh Sylvia I tried to move in the ways
you had deemed unnatural
In shame I claimed that I was not at fault
In hopes you would stop me Sylvia
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Mistpouffer
04:05
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Oh the youth
never gave away the end
it kept her in the dark
it asked her to wait with pain
For his touch felt too good
and it shortened her days
still she understood
why he had to yield in this place
He left his marks
both gold and the greys
in crumpled reason
a chance to explain
grinning words for a love filled home
and cherished ways
She's alright, even if the night won't let her sing
She still hears his breath of devotion
She still feels his waves in the ocean
Oh it flows back to her
she thought she wasn't important
He had asked to live on as a tune
the rain for a grave
the final jewel
She's alright, even if the night won't let her speak
She still sees his face, his emotion
She still feels his waves in the ocean
the way it flows back to her
she thought she wasn't important
"Don't worry... please"
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Here she comes
my old friend
wraps her hands around my throat and I can't make a sound
Go on
cause even I'm afraid of what could come out of my mouth
if I could just see you
no longer
She wants to keep you a prisoner and put you down
Where should you go and what should you do
when you're homesick for a place you've never been
where should you go and what should you do to find salvation
Where should you go and what should you do
when you're homesick for someone you've never seen
where should you go and what should you do to find salvation
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Toska (feat LadyTwish)
04:30
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When you left, I found myself looking down, looking down
I confess, I've come undone by the lack of love
Pure pearl, it didn't surprise me
Filthy memories aren't meant for friendly waves
For a booze boy gets old quickly
So we're now enemies on rainy days
When you left, I found myself deep down, deep down
In despair, i've come undone by the lack of love
When you left, I found myself looking down, looking down
Bah. I have come undone
I screamed on near-empty streets
debating solitude
behind my own machines and the poisoned few
That's why I thought of you
Yes, still I thought of you
Cold and exhausted
I retreated to the back
haunting some throne like an old chap
it didn't feel so good
it didn't feel so good
Bah, i've come undone
When you left, I found myself looking down, looking down
I confess, i've come undone by the lack of love
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TheRingmaster (Francissistic) Philippines
"Francis keeps things mellowed down and a little feminine, basking in heart-stabbing, downtempo pop that goes to as far as conquering all hell and mud in pursuit of love. This time, he’s restless not with himself, but with his art, his woman, and the need to express himself. " - Vandals On The Wall ... more
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