Apocalypse Kid

by Post Elvis

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mintsahara This is in my top 5 list of favorite albums and the unfortunate realization that Post Elvis isn't more popular is very disheartening. One of the few albums on this earth where every track is fantastic. Give this man your money. Favorite track: Post Samurai.
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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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Delaware 06:37
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.
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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.
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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
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Post Samurai 06:27
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]
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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
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Max Pills 06:22
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
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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
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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
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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…
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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

about

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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

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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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