STILL LIFE DECAY recorded The Drown EP at their self-owned Endless Trauma Studios in NYC. The EP sold well, with fans anxiously waiting for a full-length release. Storm & Stress was recorded and self-released in late 2004 with distribution by Metropolis Records and Spent Decibel.
Storm & Stress has a wide spectrum of song writing, with a unique styling of harsh electronics, driving beats, heavy and melodic guitars under dispiriting vocals. The album features guest vocals by Burton C. Bell of FEAR FACTORY and includes remixes by TERRORFAKT and SIDE 3.
STILL LIFE DECAY has gained a strong fan base, consistently touring the United States and playing with such bands as FEAR FACTORY, DIR EN GREY, DÉSPAIRS RAY, CRUX SHADOWS, BELLA MORTE, EGO LIKENESS and many others.
Signal
Still Life Decay Lyrics
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Woven together by circumstance
Stung with a static sting
Floating down over everything
Sore waves of bitter lips
Salted to preserve distress
False drama weakens the grip
As all consciousness begins to slip
I'll lead you inside to see the workings of a frail device
Constructed with no use
One hand on the door
One cracks a whip
I feel nothing
I still feel nothing
I feel nothing...
You can't give it to me it's something i must retreive
You can't show it to me it's something i have to see
I can't hear it calling me
I can't hear it call
Grown into a suit of scars
But i'll inflict one more
If i can't feel the pain
I can't feel anything
I mirror a reflection vile
A disgust so jekyll and hyde
Like a monster that holds me and takes over inside
I need a slap to wake me
But soon the sting will subside
I need some death to feel alive
Gimme some death to feel alive
I need some death to feel alive
One hand on the door
One cracks a whip
I feel nothing
I still feel nothing
I feel nothing...
You can't give it to me it's something i must retreive
You can't show it to me it's something i have to see
I can't hear it calling me
I can't hear it call
Can't...
Feel...
No more...
Nothing...
I'm...
Destroyed...
I feel nothing
I still feel nothing
You can't give it to me it's something i must retreive
You can't show it to me it's something i have to see
The lyrics of "Signal" by Still Life Decay express a sense of numbness and emotional detachment. The singer's skeletons "dance with broken limbs," suggesting a sense of internal chaos and disarray. The skeletons are "woven together by circumstance," indicating that the singer's emotional state is the product of past experiences and events that have shaped them. The singer also mentions feeling a "static sting," which may symbolize a feeling of constant discomfort or unease.
There is a sense of bitterness and distress in the lyrics, as the singer describes waves of bitter words and a desire for death to make them feel alive again. The singer is aware of their own trickery and the fact that they are constructing a "frail device" to protect themselves from feeling or experiencing anything. The verse "One hand on the door, one cracks a whip, I still feel nothing" suggests that the singer is trying to break free from this emotional numbness but is struggling to do so.
The chorus "You can't give it to me it's something I must retrieve, You can't show it to me it's something I have to see, I can't hear it calling me, I can't hear it call" suggests that the singer is aware that they need to find a way to connect with their emotions but that this is something they need to do on their own. Overall, the lyrics of "Signal" by Still Life Decay are a powerful commentary on the struggle to connect with one's emotions, and the difficulty of breaking free from patterns of emotional detachment.
Line by Line Meaning
My skeletons still dance with broken limbs
The remnants of my past haunt me and continue to affect my present
Woven together by circumstance
My struggles and hardships have created a web that entangles me
Stung with a static sting
I am numb to pain and the world around me due to repeated experiences of hurt
Floating down over everything
My detachment from life allows me to observe it all without really experiencing any of it
Sore waves of bitter lips
Constant negativity and resentment flow through my words and actions
Salted to preserve distress
My sorrow and sadness are artificially preserved and unchanging
False drama weakens the grip
Artificial conflicts and issues weaken the hold that reality has on me
As all consciousness begins to slip
I am slowly losing touch with reality and becoming more detached from the world
Amnesia assists my trickery
My forgetfulness helps me deceive others for my own purposes
I'll lead you inside to see the workings of a frail device
I will show you how my broken mind and emotions work, revealing my own weaknesses
Constructed with no use
My mind and emotions are broken and useless, unable to function properly
One hand on the door
I am always looking for an escape from reality
One cracks a whip
The other side of me is cruel and oppressive
You can't give it to me it's something i must retreive
I must find meaning and purpose on my own, it cannot be given to me
You can't show it to me it's something i have to see
I need to see it for myself to truly understand
I can't hear it calling me
I am too lost and disconnected to hear the call of purpose or meaning
Grown into a suit of scars
My past experiences and hurts have shaped me into who I am now
But i'll inflict one more
I am willing to hurt others to try and feel something
If i can't feel the pain
I am so numb that the only thing that can help me feel something is pain
I mirror a reflection vile
My actions and attitude are a reflection of the darkness and negativity inside me
A disgust so jekyll and hyde
My behavior is so contradictory and unstable that it disgusts me
Like a monster that holds me and takes over inside
My inner darkness is like a monster that controls me from within
I need a slap to wake me
I need something drastic to bring me back to reality
But soon the sting will subside
The pain will eventually fade, and I will return to my numbness
I need some death to feel alive
I need extreme experiences, such as the experience of death, to help me feel anything
Gimme some death to feel alive
I am so desperate that I am willing to risk death to try and feel something
Can't...
Feel...
No more...
Nothing...
I am completely disconnected from my emotions and the world around me
I'm...
Destroyed...
I am broken beyond repair
Contributed by Jacob O. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@lilamjazeefa9466
Another point not mentioned here: still lifes are also crucial for art students training to gain technical skill in draughtsmanship, sculpture, painting, etc.
@lewis8843
I have to watch this for school😤
@dremndishot2695
I painted an unethical amount of these in art school. Great video!
@joanholland3438
I love this and have to kinda laugh when yu say Art 101 which I remember well and still have my Still-life hanging on my wall! “ Sienna “
@piek-tv
This is great 😊
@dietwine
"I still don't like you, Picasso."
Bless.
@SketchPals
I guess my space art would be futurism XD love stuff that doesn't exist
@CosmosGwelf
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@jeroenkraaijeveld3700
hello mis clark
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