This is his mission, this is his music, and this is the man, Buddhuza.
Born and raised in the musical-nest of Zugdidi, Georgia; Buddhuza, with only two broken guitars, a tape recorder, and a single bedroom, formed his very first band with his brother at the age of 13. The songs were merely written and performed as entertainment for neighbors and friends; however, these experiences would serve a more important unseen purpose for him - these moments provided him with hands on experience in song-writing, arranging, and performing. Previously, at the age of 6, he and his brother attended Georgian-folk choir classes which allowed him to witness, first hand, the importance of spontaneity in music. To him, music has been a soundtrack through every phase of his existence; however, once he searched in his father's vinyl collection and heard the progressive-rock of the late '60s, it gave him shivers and sent blood to veins that he didn't even know that he had! It was then, at that moment, that he realized what he was going to write and play music for life.
His forthcoming album, Zer0, is an elaborate meeting point of end and start, as reincarnate as a musician, offering fresh looks at our uncanny environment in coming releases. A collection of 14 songs recorded by Buddhuza himself through 2008-2010, these tracks, previously, were scattered among his projects, New Demos and NowHere. The title, spelled with the number '0' instead of the letter 'o', reflects the idea of "point zero" - how every moment is an ultimate here and now, and a fresh start to our present. He states himself, "this is a project with many doors." The songs vary in sound but are all attached with a single thread that connects them like a bead; he calls this an "incurable joy," as he enjoys the process one hundred percent.
His music is a result of positive emotion-filled charges released to his listeners. This particular attribute, or niche, is reserved for those seeking melodious alternative-music with an emphasis on lyrics. And after receiving an honorable mention in the prestigious International Songwriting Competition, he has his eyes set on a much greater prize - your ears. Simply put, Buddhuza is the real deal.
Sick Vampire
Buddhuza Lyrics
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When everything he wants is you!
And the only light
That he can stand is freaking blue,
And when the blinds are rustled down,
He really feels alright,
So let me tell you about the sick vampire.
Though he will tell he starves for news,
Let him byte,
And you can tell that's an excuse,
He feeds on every teardrop
That's ever touched the ground,
Did I tell you he's a sick vampire?
Slayers out of prison,
Millions die without reason,
Hunger and extinction,
Explotions, demolition,
Prayers raised by vicious,
Mayors, politicians,
Infections and pollution,
Games and revolutions,
Violence and injustice fill his veins,
And if that should stop he'd be in terrible pain.
He trades his time
For what he calls his legal shot,
And then he finds
He's gonna want some more of those,
I'm sure it sounds pathetic
And really not your style,
But if you're still here, then who's the sick vampire?
Slayers out of prison,
Millions die without reason,
Hunger and extinction,
Explotions, demolition,
Prayers raised by vicious,
Mayors, politicians,
Infections and pollution,
Games and revolutions,
Violence and injustice fill his veins,
And if that should stop he'd be in terrible pain.
He wakes at night,
When everything he wants is you!
And the only light
That he can stand is freaking blue,
And when the blinds are rustled down,
He really feels alright,
So that's the story of the sick vampire,
That's the story of the sick vampire,
If I still sing this, who's the sick vampire?
In Buddhuza's song "Sick Vampire," the lyrics describe a character who wakes up at night and craves the presence of someone, but only in the blue light. This character is a "sick vampire," meaning that he feeds on the pain and suffering of others. He claims to be hungry for news, but it is really the fear and misery in the news that he desires. He feeds on teardrops that have touched the ground and is sustained by the violence and injustice in the world.
The song also touches on the idea that our society is sick, with slayers out of prison, millions dying for no reason, and hunger and extinction. The sick vampire is a metaphor for this sick society that is fueled by violence and injustice. Even the character's desire for a legal shot could be a commentary on the way that we rely on substances and vices to cope with the pain and suffering in our world.
Overall, Buddhuza's "Sick Vampire" is a haunting commentary on the way that we are all affected by the pain and suffering in our world. We are all vampires in our own way, feeding on the misery and making ourselves sick in the process.
Line by Line Meaning
He wakes at night,
He only comes alive in the night-time.
When everything he wants is you!
You are the only thing he desires.
And the only light
He can only tolerate a particular kind of light.
That he can stand is freaking blue,
He only enjoys the blue light.
And when the blinds are rustled down,
When the blinds are shut, he feels comfortable.
He really feels alright,
He finally feels content.
So let me tell you about the sick vampire.
Let me inform you of this peculiar creature.
He thirsts the fright,
He desires fear and terror.
Though he will tell he starves for news,
He will claim he wants information, but he truly wants chaos.
Let him byte,
Let him take a quick bite.
And you can tell that's an excuse,
That's just a justification for his actions.
He feeds on every teardrop
He feeds on the sorrow and pain of others.
That's ever touched the ground,
He seeks to consume all the pain that has ever existed.
Did I tell you he's a sick vampire?
Have I mentioned how twisted and distorted he really is?
Slayers out of prison,
The slayers have been set free.
Millions die without reason,
Countless individuals pass without justification.
Hunger and extinction,
Famine and extinction are rampant.
Explotions, demolition,
Explosions and destruction abound.
Prayers raised by vicious,
Prayers raised by the wicked.
Mayors, politicians,
Corrupt political figures.
Infections and pollution,
Disease and environmental degradation.
Games and revolutions,
Revolution and upheaval.
Violence and injustice fill his veins,
He is consumed by violence and injustice.
And if that should stop he'd be in terrible pain.
If the violence and injustice ceased, he would suffer immensely.
He trades his time
He invests his time.
For what he calls his legal shot,
For his perceived right to act as he pleases.
And then he finds
And subsequently he realizes.
He's gonna want some more of those,
He craves more of these perceived entitlements.
I'm sure it sounds pathetic
This may sound pitiful.
And really not your style,
And certainly not something you would condone.
But if you're still here, then who's the sick vampire?
But if you're still listening to this song, then aren't you also at least somewhat twisted?
So that's the story of the sick vampire,
That's the tale of the ghastly being.
If I still sing this, who's the sick vampire?
If I continue to perform this song, who is the truly sick one?
Contributed by Miles H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.