Apocalypse Kid

by Post Elvis

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demonclaus One hell of an atmospheric ride. Each song feels purposeful within the narrative of the album. I highly recommend kicking back, putting on some headphones, and listening to this album from start to finish. Something about that last track just left me satisfied at the end of the journey. Favorite track: Man Has Arrived.
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When you live your life like a loser, and you start to go crazy from the stress, and the loneliness, and the fears that this world brings, you eventually start analyzing parts of your life

It's not unlike analyzing an apocalypse, A bomb drops, the Sun explodes, the government collapses, the planes fall out of the sky and everyone just screams. You have to wonder.

Why? Where did this come from? How did this happen?

The Apocalypse Kid grew up in this world, and he's still alive, you really have to ask yourself:
How does he survive?
How does he remain happy?
What does he fear?

Questions that will never be answered, mostly because the Apocalypse Kid isn't a man or woman, It's the entire feeling of uneasiness and teeth clenching anxiety.

I implore you to look at yourself in this moment and ask yourself.
"Where was my apocalypse, Where did it come from?"
and you too will become the Apocalypse Kid

-Post Elvis
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A year ago, I released a Self Titled Album that was my first step into making the music that I've been hearing in my head for a while now.
It sounds cliche' and dumb, but it's honestly the truth.

I've always been fascinated by noise music, industrial sounds and ambient music. I've also always been interested in the Post Apocalypse, even the name "POST ELVIS" is derived from the same.

So I kindly ask that if you were a fan of the first release, please keep an open mind.

Thank you so much, and enjoy my latest and in my opinion one of most finest releases "Apocalypse Kid"
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released April 21, 2018

Album art by Austin Jorgenson (Creator of the LISA the RPG series)
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Written, composed, played, recorded, mixed, mastered and samples cut up by:
Thomas Torres (Post Elvis)*

*Track 12 lyrics written by Christian Barroso
*track 6 hook lyrics sampled from Nujabes and Shing02

All samples belong to their respective owners.
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Full list of Samples used:
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Special Thanks to: Christian Barroso, Connor Williams and Max Lopez, Megan Kraft, Joshua Jackson, Brian De Vera, Ava Anderson, Brett Micheal, Ahmad Dixon, Ty Strong, Alicia Hoole, Sarah Anderson, Chris Warren, and everyone who has supported me over the years.

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Track Name: Delaware
Mechanical Code Inside a four line program
CIA knocking on the door ready to slam
SEGA dreamcast as if we're playing around
one bad look and then your screen is down
a big brained freakazoid, a face like a sweater
pushed around so much, his mind's black like kettle
data hive-mind in a green comb metal, finding someone else to push it down: full Death Pedal.

Angel dust graffiti on the side of the road
it read saying "are you not dead, or just dead opposed?"
silver screens in the sky reading words "I'm Alive"
the cyberpunk is there, there's no need to apply the rules or regulations or the need to try.
to fuse yourself like "Akira" or "The Fly"
just sit back and relax and watch it all go wide

I drift away to the open.

as my skin flays off I become the ghoul
like the one's in saturday morning breakfast cartoons
I feel all pain and my head starts swelling,
gruesome death machine that flash death propelling.
Nothing left, unholy death around me, the sight in massive droves, skeletons and bodies.
I don't feel your presence, fuck your mind, but this is what I wanted from space and time.

The ending of the story is that we all don't survive.
You had a good run on the red line of life, but the time has come and message is clear, there's no sense in holding back your tears.
So let your mass take you in, your insides open, not the carcass but the feelings that you and I were hoping, to manifest into greater sin and dilute the part of our lives that were not absolute.

I drift away to the open.

Delaware.
Please take me away from here
It's why they made you.
it's what they made you.
It's what they named you.
Track Name: Into Circuits
The humble year is now 209X
Buildings made tall, turning cities into apex
Neon signs tell me things are alright
But the nation I live in just can’t see the light

I go to work sleep 3 hours a day
they got a pill for that ail, so I guess it’s okay
Aesthetics are correct, but I’m broke as shit
those tall buildings make me sadder than I’m willing to admit

I walk around and I feel no pain
throw my dead life away for real low gain
I write my death poems right here in this city
eating raw noodles and Feeling no pity

Into Circuits, Into Circles ,Into Circuits, Into Surrogates
Into Circuits, Into Circuits, Into circuits, there goes my life
Into Circuits, Into Circles, Into Circuits, Into Surrogates
Into Circuits, into Circuits, into Circuits, there goes my life
Into Circuits, Into Circuits, Into Circuits, Into Circuits, Into Surrogates,
Into Circuits, Into Circuits, Into Circuits.

There goes my life.

The Wires hang from beneath the light post
The cameras that they got, watching me like ghosts
holograms tell me that there’s nothing to hear
just upload my self and delete my fears

I walk home, I’m feeling death on my back
while shots ring out, a new terrorist attack
There’s more yearning for something more pure
The voices all melt and turn to vapor

The sun sets and rises in the east
Artificial men watching me from beneath
It’s one eye, Its pupil is Red
whole thing symbolizes communistic dread


Into Circuits, Into Circles ,Into Circuits, Into Surrogates
Into Circuits, Into Circuits, Into circuits, there goes my life
Into Circuits, Into Circles, Into Circuits, Into Surrogates
Into Circuits, into Circuits, into Circuits, there goes my life
Into Circuits, Into Circuits, Into Circuits, Into Circuits, Into Surrogates,
Into Circuits, Into Circuits, Into Circuits.

There goes my life.
Track Name: Wasteland Man
Lights, camera, The sounds of life
I see the highway rife with
oh

Let's look, towards the sun

what are you waiting for?
The man with the gun in his drawer?

nothing seems to be right
nothing seems to go right

Ghosts cry in harmony
"Oh God, Will you end me?"

and I just stand

I look towards the sun

ash reigns from up above
the skyline is bleeding on and on

nothing seems to go right
nothing seems to go right

nothing seems to be right
nothing seems to go right
Track Name: Post Samurai
Draw your weapon upon no blind sessions
Freak the fourth man and forget mild impressions
The guns they pull out are like god’s own hand
pull the trigger and turn a mans soul to sand

Red eyes dart over to the shooter full flexing
reflecting the shine of a curse the he’s hexing
No more right arm, his gash keeps spillin'
some say that his spine then turns chillin'

One flick of the sword and the other his sash
making bones melt, turning them to mash
Madness releases with chaos ensued
"Oh no" said one “there goes the neighborhood”

[Some days, some nights, some live, some die, in the way of the samurai]

[Post Samurai]

Strike a sword slash
counter with a gun flash
legends never die
only save for the whiplash

take out your whole crew with a sword match
leave em dusted hot ash and make the record scratch

Walk away with no sound emotions
wind howling loud, no cause for commotion
Metal click of his sheath and then
A God comes in a reaps his soul again

I’m telling you now So I wont tell you later
take a gun out and become Darth Vader
there's a saying among the samurai
live like a fool or die by the fire

[Some days, some nights, some live, some die, in the way of the samurai]

[Post Samurai]
Track Name: Know Equals Love
So far my life has turned out empty
with no regrets and made my whole world feel like overstated

if I could tell you that I know you
it wouldn't be so bad
but I can't, I won't
I'm living over your body

Tears fall from my eyes, look at the way I am
the earth is cold once again

let no beginning have an end
why bother trying in the end?
if I'm living over your body
Track Name: Max Pills
Take apart your lungs and brains and make yourself feel like
Brad, Rando and Lisa, when they figured out they hate life
Understand the notion that when feeling all emotion there is no cause for commotion over forward locomotion and
no epileptic seizures, no nightmare fuel or fevers, just super heavy breathers. and techno disco teasers,
just like nintendo, Segata Sanshiro.
hey, man don't you wanna know? Your life's gotta go.

Maybe I feel so down because the earth is fucking drowned
The music scene has got me down
my hands are weapons made of frowns and

MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS
MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS

There is no moon above the hill, and I am waiting to make my kill and

MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS
MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS

I know punk rock is dead, I know I feel the dread, I know you aren't aware I know you feel the fear and

MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS
MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS

Kill the lights, kill the band, I don't think you understand,
If you have no empathy, if you don't know what to think then

MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS
MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS

take out a chainsaw and fuck your brain up, and make yourself dumb and take a lot of

MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS
MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS

the medication taking over lives are cold and shaking asking non existing shapes to make co existing matrix

MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS

just so you understand how I see, the momentary lapses in reality are

MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS, MAX PILLS

Rip apart your understanding

rob a bank, rob your future, of which you didn't mean to do or
theorize quantum lines, of which you cannot summarize
speak the truth from the prophets, apocalyptic suns are coffins
in the nail of the eye of bleeding souls insides the side of
Jesus Christ, Mary died about the sunset televised
I can't believe that being fascist is like part of being sadness
vertigo sound sensation, tape it on my eye then phase me
let me fall to the floor, my brain is null from up above
my heart is stopped from being loved, and nothing changes so it goes
and nothing changes so it goes
and nothing changes so it goes
and nothing changes so it goes
Track Name: Man Has Arrived
The suns arising and beams are fighting to reach my face
there is no feelings in the air, there have been better days
let's keep an eye out for a change or better yet a noose to hang
If I thought about today, will it come my way?

come my way?

The man has arrived with his darkened robe
and he'll bring me away from this old globe.

and if I tell you that I am just a loser, I've been living all my life like a nihilistic bruiser, I'd be lying to myself, because I'm deathly afraid of the things of this world and I am dismayed

I am dismayed.

The man has arrived with his darkened robe
and he'll bring me away from this old globe.

The man has arrived
The man has arrived
The time has arrived to take me away
The man has arrived
The man has arrived
Track Name: The Great Filter
Nightmares from atomic age drift away like a serenade
I'd like to go from my blood
I'd like to go

Robot's from emotion engines creep up and start getting visions
low vector lines from arcades form the cycle of death decay
grids and neon bloom are okay
I'll make sure that you've come a long way
I know that you're getting lonely
I know that you're
oh

Goodbye to the world above
I know I am getting old enough
and if my conscious too
no one will be seeing you soon

fill my lungs with pixelated
dust from pipes of elongated
gas and memory is filled with
brim with toxic bloom and sadness
lets forget the past together
lets hold hands with merry laughter
why are you so many plastic
hands un-wired
ah

Television static onset
take your pills when you are upset
press a button to reply
your thoughts are rapidly going by and

cyber hack your life together
transcend love in merry after
human lives are just like movies
slowly reaching, slowly moving
take that gun and shoot the starman
medicating fields of violence
see these CRT of hopeless
please don't let the future die
Track Name: Black Box (Final Transmission)
Mr president, I have found it

Found what?

The little black box. This is… this is where we’re going mr. president.
Or no.. maybe…
Th-this plane, I can’t tell if its going into the black box or if it’s just come out
The same with the country
And this moment… will be an eroding memory, minute by minute coming undone
Our flesh will come undone too, disintegrating into near infinite half lives, globs of stuff going into dirt, the bellies of maggots, into wind
The memory, it’s own glob of stuff, will merge with time and repetition into perhaps history, perhaps folklore, perhaps crazy conspiracy
All through the mechanism of the black box


I’m not sure I follow
This black box
What is it?

How does a plane work, Mr president?
How did we last this long?
How did the sun last this long?
How are we still falling?
Where do our agonizing screams go?
What makes a good leader?
What about vitamin d?
The stuff of life, it all goes into the black box, and here we are
How did this happen?
The world, it’s gone to shit
People, gone to shit
I have gone to shit
(period of silence)
Here, Mr. President. hold the little black box in your hand
Hold it tight. It’ll be the last time you’ll be able to, before we hit the ground.

It’s… heavier than I thought…
Track Name: A Boy and His Dog
In the rotting days
I looked for the blood
and you were bones

and in the final days
I took the dog
and hugged him real slow

and in the final days
I stopped and I saw the sky on fire

and in the final days
I wept and I wept for you

A boy and his dog,
had curled up next to each other
and cried, they cried
and wept for mother
they wept for mother

oh no

and in the bloody days
I walked and I walked
to nowhere

and in the final moments
my blood drips out
and I am empty
oh I am empty
there's nothing left but me and my dog.

A boy and his dog,
had curled up next to each other
and cried, they cried
and wept for mother
they wept for mother

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