Disagree!

by Somnambulist/KOYT!

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Only digitally released.

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released July 6, 2005

Musicians KOYT! (2002-2005):
Mark Burghgraeve author/composer
(vocals, electronic percusssion, computers, visuals)
Greggory Geerts (electronic drums)
Tino Geerts (electric 5-string bass)
Gregg Grandon (electric guitar)
Hans Daens (Trombone)
Dirk De Laet (electric bass, fretless bass, FX)

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Somnambulist Belgium

M.Bryo & D.M.T., Somnambulist, KOYT!, The Thepaphone.

M.Bryo is the soloproject of Mark Burghgraeve, of whom in May 2007 a split 7" was released on the American Minimal Wave label. In 2011, "the Withered Land" was released on Vinyl on Walhala.

M.Bryo and Somnambulist are projects from the early 80’s, KOYT! Was formed & deformed in 2005.

Recently, M.performs as a solo artist on rare occasions.
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Track Name: The Cold Wash
The Cold Wash


Little blue clouds
escape from the car
changing to angels for fire and gas

I feel the cold wash
of it's independance
and drive cross the river
with vision and sound

See us wild children
hide between trees
crossing the roads of metal and speed

Diamonds and pearls,
When the cold wash returns,
Bursting in silence, whiter than light
Bridges are burning,
the old world is turning around
Round, round, Round.

Then I discover
that all must be payed for
and I lost my talents to survive on this Side

a row of red bikers cycle away
away from the shore, away from the shore...

See us wild children
escape from the car
changing to angels for fire and gas...

© 2005 Mark Burghgraeve
Track Name: I came to Disagree
I came to disagree

I came to disagree
It's all too wild you see
there's allmost nothing left of me

I came to disagree
It's not my way, you see
you've lost your faith in me

I came to disagree
with the foreign coins you put in me,
believe me...

nothing is forever (nothingness forever)
nothing is for free (nothingness for free)

nothing is forever (nothingness forever)
nothing is for free (nothingness for free)

I feel like a fish on a wire
out of the water,
hooked on desire.

I feel like a fish on a wire
out of the water,
into your fire...

nothing is forever (nothingness forever)
nothing is for free (nothingness for free)

nothing is forever (nothingness forever)
nothing is for free (nothingness for free)

I feel like a fish on a wire
out of the water,
hooked on desire.

I feel like a fish on a wire
out of the water,
into your fire...

© Mark Burghgraeve
Track Name: Nude Girl
Nude Girl


Nude girl in a bathroom
Feeling just the water
Dreaming of a jet-plane
Nude girl in a bathroom

It gets so hot now
my world is melting
It gets so hot now
Nothing but a sick mind...

How can I run on water?
How can I run on water?
How?

How can I run on water?
How can I run on water?
How?

My world is melting

Girl in a bathroom
Feeling just the water
Electric on my screen
Looping over and over and over and over...

© Mark Burghgraeve
Track Name: Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better left unsaid


Is it me, or is it you, this screaming in my head
I just don’t know where to crawl, I guess I go to bed.
Once down and alone with the pillows
Surprise, surprise, what do I get?
Another day of disbelief and things better left unsaid.

Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better left unsaid

You talk to me about liberty,
while all you want to do is rule.
Awake me from this insanity
and take me from my point of view

Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better left unsaid

Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better left unsaid

So I shut down and covered up
my hungry heart for years
It’s all these little things unsaid
that made it so unclear

So is it me, or is it you, this hunger in my chest
I just don’t know where to crawl, I guess I go to bed.
Down and alone with the pillows
Surprise, surprise, what do I get?
My conscience kicks me in the head
with things better left unsaid.

Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better left unsaid.


© Mark Burghgraeve/Jan Van den Eynden
Track Name: Sleepless in the City
SLEEPLESS IN THE CITY


Sleepless in the city,
making to much noise!
Sleepless in the city
I need another joint...

Peeking on the big web,
see what freaks out there?
Kittenporn or rotten.com
I'm not realLy able to be seeming to care!

Shoot some foreign people
on my console of warfare...
I'm really a big hero,
I nuke the duke or dungeon dare

maybe I should get me some money
and flash it around in town
buy me some beer and a pizza
and rearrange them on the ground.

Sleepless in the city,
making to much noise...
Sleepless in the city
I need another joint!


© Mark Burghgraeve
Track Name: (UN)Holy American
(UN)Holy American


Roaring through the trees,
riding a foul wind
A midnight summer’s breeze
Cutting through the flint

Screaming songs of pain and steel
Speeding on a beam of light.
Tonight baby, tonight.
Tonight baby, tonight.

Up the mountains, over seas
then again a sea of leaves
Cliché-pop on rear seat screens
Cliché-pop on rear seat screens

In a black cloud of sound
with the white smile of death
It crosses over tables
Into the coldness of your bed

Across the wires
and over phones
in the so-called safety
of domotic homes

The cutting edge of flint and coal
The cutting edge of flint and coal

Bare and Unholy,
Everywhere you come,
You jinx the place into oblivion.

(UN)holy American
(UN)holy American

Everywhere you go,
God is nowhere near.
Everywhere you go,
God is nowhere near.

© Mark Burghgraeve
Track Name: Broken Man
BROKEN MAN

Broken Man.
Broken Boy.
Broken Heart.
Broken Toys.

Every Day:
a Day of Joy!
For the Broken Man and the Broken Boy.
Every Day.
They can Enjoy!
a Broken Promise,
a Broken Toy.

Broken Man.
Broken Boy.
Broken Will.
Broken Noise.

Broken Man.
Broken Boy.
Broken Body.
Broken Joys.

Credits falling.
Through the windows,
From the stairs.
On the streets.
When you loose,
They come for more,
beyond where there's... nothing left to eat.

Broken Man.
Broken Boy.
Broken Heart.
Broken Choice.

Broken Man.
Broken Boy.
Broken Man.
Broken Boy.

© Mark Burghgraeve
Track Name: The Room
The Room

There's a boy in the room
it's a room with a view
There are toys in the room
every day something new.

(There must be a door somewhere)

There's a window in the room
it used to be with a view
There's a lock on the door
To keep Mum from the room

There's a boy in the room
There's a voice down the stairs
There's a lock on the door
Boy's alone, no one cares ...

© Mark Burghgraeve
Track Name: Hold me
HOLD ME


I don't want your Blood
I don't want your Bones
I don't want your Mind
I don't want your Soul

I crossed the Ice
to melt your Snow
Now that I came Here
You say you have to Go

Hold me

Hold me

I melt the Ice
to cross the Snow
Don't want your Number
on my Telephone

Hold me

Hold me

Don't want your Mind
Don't want your Soul
Don't want your Body
Don't want your Home


© Mark Burghgraeve
Track Name: Ecosophy
Ecosophy

Let wars be fought by weaponry
no humans involved, ok for me.
And if you want to die, don’t do it here.

Atomic clocks to zero time,
As I tried hard to make this rhyme.
The time you take from me is very dear.

From a sun that doesn’t shine,
To the blackness of your skies
You know that I can find the soft spots in your mind.

But the sun will shine again
As the dawn comes crawling in
And you’ll get the love I have to give.

It’s the lead you make me swallow,
That makes me feel so hallow
So tired and so lazy and so down.

‘Cause the air outside you see is poisonous to me
and it seems by law we are not allowed to breathe.

Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!
Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!

Sometimes I wonder why there is this goldness in your sky,
Shining so brightly, each and every day
Can I claim the gold up there,
As you claim it here on earth.
And if I can,
I wonder what it’s worth.

Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!
Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!

It’s a crying shame to me,
After seen what I have seen
That no one in this place uses solar energy.
You’re all dying by the clock instead of living by the day.
We’re telling you there is another way.

Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!
Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!

The leaders of our wars shall be shown out of the door
From the moment they ask us to kill a fellow man.
‘Cause I like to fight you see,
but there is something else with me
I rather fight myself than a so called enemy.

Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!
Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!

© Mark Burghgraeve
Track Name: Warm Leatherette
Warm leatherette

See the breaking glass
In the underpass
See the breaking glass
In the underpass
Warm leatherette

Hear the crushing steel
Feel the steering wheel
Hear the crushing steel
Feel the steering wheel

Warm leatherette

Warm leatherette

Warm leatherette
Melts on your burning flesh
You can see your reflection
In the luminescent dash

Warm leatherette

A tear of petrol
Is in your eye
The hand brake
Penetrates your thigh
Quick - Let's make love
Before you die

On warm leatherette
Warm leatherette

Warm leatherette
Warm leatherette
Warm leatherette

Join the car crash set

© David Miller (The Normal)