Eskimo

by Mockbirth

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Eskimo EP is the third music release by Mockbirth.
Produced by Bookies for _Underscore Productions
Mixed and edited by Kostis Filippopoulos
Recorded at Wenter Studios, Athens, Greece
Mixed at Blue Moon Studios, Patras, Greece

Mockbirth are:
* Ted Reglis - Vocals, Keyboards
* Jim Ver - Acoustic & Electric Guitars

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released June 10, 2013

Words and music by Mockbirth
Artwork by Mockbirth

©2013 Ralenteer Records, New York City, NY

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Mockbirth Αθήνα, Greece

Mockbirth is a DownTempo - TripHop trio, from Athens, Greece, formed in 2010 by Ted Regklis (Vocals, Keyboards) and Jim Ver (Electric & Acoustic Guitars). In 2014, producer and multi-instrumentalist Stratos Chousos (aka Resonent) joined the group.

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Track Name: Thrall
Mockbirth - Thrall

To my bonds, wrapped to dark.
To my deep lynching marks.

To the face to rust.
To our last.

To my faux make-up.
To my wrong behind the mask.

To the face to rust.
To our last.
Track Name: Eskimo
Mockbirth - Eskimo

Listen brother,
in the aether,
where you float in midair.
Caws a raven,
up to heaven,
will you let him in.

And in the valley,
cuts through silence,
the searing pain I keep.
Listen brother,
to keep you happy
I would shed my skin.
Track Name: Lust
Mockbirth - Lust

Answer to my prayers, I’m up here on my knees.
Standing at the crossroads, at the seams.
Answer to my prayers, I’m up here on my knees.

Ten years more in light and I am on your right.
Calling you in flesh to flag a ride.
Ten years more in light and I am on your right.

Answer to my prayers, I’m up here on my knees.
Standing at the crossroads, at the seams.
Answer to my prayers, I’m up here on my knees.
Track Name: Tristan
Mockbirth - Tristan

Look pa, so many stars above us.
Take a closer look, do they keep all our fortunes?
Took so long for you to see but at last you know sir;
Raised a girl and a boy to make a pretty good pair.

Children raised by the book in a tiny bedroom.
Pressing every hope to be under a low headroom.
A lovely shade tried to be but I bet he'd rather,
shit 'em out, sit and talk to his beloved mother.

He would say ma, thanks for everything you gave me.
Thanks for being there caring thanks for trying to form me.
But I'm missing life ma, every hour on duty.
Life is good sad happy angry, that's the beauty.

And what about love? Sex? Sex, you kiddin'?
You made a sin out of every picture I was dreaming.
I lost my years and flair for a “good enough”.
I locked my urges to prove you I was tough.


All the things you see, all the things you see,
they belong to you.
I swear if I could change I’d change the things you do.


Where are my friends? Fuck 'em, nothing to say.
I have whoever I need just a knob away.
I can live on my own, right? I can make it.
I can breathe, eat, sleep, dance, jerk off naked.

Oh, the air's so common, it's a pity.
If I could I would buy it off of this fucking city.
I'd improvidently breathe and then establish a fine,
to the punks who'd dare to breathe an exhalation of mine.

Lets go from scratch now, fuck I drift away.
I have to go ma, there are some things I have to say.
What a mess, from this angle everything seems skew.
I would change the lens I look through if only I knew.

But now I'm here just another misery commoner.
Your dream to be, life to live, weekend summoner.
Walking dead, growling son of the living.
That's all, I've had enough, fuck this I'm leaving.


All the things you see, all the things you see,
they belong to you.
I swear if I could change I’d change the things you do.