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released December 24, 2010

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HANGING BY A NAME Coimbra, Portugal

HANGING BY A NAME is first and foremost the result of the collaboration of the three musicians that make up the band. Duarte Feliciano (Guitar and Vocals), Adílio Sousa (Bass Guitar) and Renato Costa (Drums) are a trio by choice, not by accident. A complex alternative power rock framework, that aggregates music with literature, visual arts giving birth to something new and full of individuality. ... more

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Track Name: Gramattical Fiction
- You, squander off your unborn profits trampling over a century old cornerstone and in you absent is the notion of sacred nothing that you ever touched has ever grown.

Whilst all I can do is deny your practice choose a different take on life renounce your craft and not argue in any shape or form I know that it would make you glad and me look daft.

I wait, wait...

- Casting your doubts on our policies and means is precisely what made us believe you need corrective action. Enforcing our true core beliefs cleansing your mind from such nonsense you're babbling on about. There's no "you", it's grammatical fiction that you're clinging to. No! What we need is something far more drastic than your breakthrough.

- Call it what you will, there are countless to spin it but I'm looking straight at you and rest assured there's something that you haven't grasped.

- Casting your doubts on our policies and means is precisely what made us believe you need corrective action. Enforcing our true core beliefs cleansing your mind from such nonsense you're babbling on...

- But I'm looking straight at you and rest assured there's something that you don't quite grasp and I believe that nothing you can come up with will revert me to your state of grace.

- Casting your doubts on our policies and means is precisely what made us believe you need corrective action. Enforcing our true core beliefs cleansing your mind from such nonsense you're babbling on about. There's no "you", it's grammatical fiction that you're clinging to. No! What we need is something far more drastic than your breakthrough.
Track Name: The shape
-Is it set in stone? That there's no other way other than the one you chose to follow through? This one, that as led us right back to this cell and to this questioning?

And please tell me so, that one as apt as you have proven to be, comprehending plans, even those so cunning and that span through more than one age, that you know there's nothing that we won't say, nothing that we can't get out of our way. There's nothing that we won't do, nothing to keep us from getting to you. Nothing that...

-Nothing that you have ever done, in any way or shape to come can bring you close to what I am about to tell you. Now that I have lost all that I thought I was and what I thought I was... I thought I was something quite close to you. But now I've come to to see that...

-Pushing through? Quite like... I guess, when you just can't open your eyes and suddenly that inward rush of pure white light comes all in... all in... it comes...
Track Name: Ask
What the fuck I'm i listening to?
Do you really think you can pull this off? Or maybe you are testing me to see how far it leads.
One word of advice from someone that knows, that no matter how well you sell your woes, I'll have no regrets when I rip those nails from your feet.
Tell me does it help to ease the pain?
Knowing that your sacrifice is vain?
That the moral high ground you profess is nothing more than than a reflex we induce in you when your growing up so we can keep you under tabs and better managed? Tamed? And concealing from yourself your own true nature? That you now renounce in this epiphany you think that showed you what the righteous way should be and now you stand there, quite the martyr you wish to be and pointing fingers to my own supposed monstrosity and claiming to be the right answer to a question that so far no one's ever dared to...
Track Name: Manichaen paranoia
- In this high horse you yourself imagined in your twisted head, the self served arrogance you feel is justified by your id.

You are mistaken.

You are broken!

This is why you have fallen in our hands, undermined by your own zealotry and your dualist take on all affairs. There is a variable unknown to you.

Now, that all has been spoken and all has been laid out plain and clear, thus, the elaborate scam has come undone.

By judging us, you have judged yourself today!
Track Name: Till thou hast denied me thrice
-That I should now be traped by these feelings of remorse that cling on to the conditioning that's ravaging under my skin. The stepping stone of all my plans wavering in light of this new found comprehension of the inner workings of my own needs...

And it floats me away in the deluge that floods my mind and it keeps me at bay from all of these things that i've planned so long ago.

No! No! No!

I'd Lay down my head on this wood block that has seen so much laid out prescience of time and of essence.

Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame!
Track Name: Quo usque tandem
- Breathe in... Will you just stop moving please? Stay down, head between you knees.

- What is it that want out of me? Am I to forsake all I've known so far, bow down to your superiority and accept what's in store for me? Thou ought not to play these tricks on me.

-It is you that play the tricks and onto yourself. We planted the seed and you came to be, the forerunner of hell.
But you will figure it out I am sure and then all will stop being obscure. Plans within plans, within plans within...

-And where does free will come into place in all this deterministic play you now seem to have written in chalk.
Track Name: The Sleeper
-Buried in your sand I work my way onto the surface. The sleeper has awaken and it's time to drag you out and break you in.

I am your own step child and your own words were my release.

Today it's time to escape into the wild. This day even the deceased will have a something to say and it's not what you think. There's redemption even for your kind and it's yours to take and mine, away.

Break down your self interest score and let go of your detached mindscape. I am your own escape and what we both touch is the reckoning.

Today one of us will fall and it'll be the one that wins the prize you sought hard to loose.
Track Name: About the insurrection of the broke
Legions marching out in tight formation, stern, breaking our lines. Factions shipping out their nescient sons to burn brought on their lies.

Clash between yourself and your image drawn. A stalemate between your lust for power and all the karma you can buy...

And breathe some sense in your lungs and see you just can't be safe whilst all of us hurt. It's not your choice to remain untouched whilst all our neighbours hurt...

...and sleeping pills wil some day run out.
Track Name: At last
This sweet embrace that lingers on and caves me with grace and makes my grave sweeter, sweeter.

Since you've dealt the blow that had been asked I am free at last. I have found at last, freedom!

Every form of social order rests upon the weary shoulders of laziness and ignorance and now it's time for you to step up.

Best of luck, break them down and when your done I'll see you around.