Immute​:​Jackals (Disc 1)

by KUNVUK

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Recorded and mixed by the band's lead guitarist and vocalist David Hart, this album is the statement that the band have worked so long to make. Explosively coloured with wild bursts of energy the music writhes, singing and screaming through two discs of vividly unique compositions. Mastered by the legendary Rick O’Neil (FAITH NO MORE, GRINSPOON, BOB DYLAN) of Turtlerock Mastering this album is set to send shockwaves through the underground community.

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released September 16, 2010

Recorded at Shadow Mekanik Studios.

Engineered and Mixed by David Hart.
Mastered by Rick O’Neil at Turtlerock Mastering

KUNVUK is:
David Hart - Lead Guitars/Vocals
Luis Barra - Bass/Backing Vocals
Simon Edwards - Rhythm Guitar/Vocals
Trina Tuffy - Drums

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Track Name: Hypochondriac
HYPOCHONDRIAC

Unfounded

We seek an anthem for the weak, for the week
And yet the days don’t match
I feel quite dead today, in a way
I feel just like you
And I want you to relax
Sit the fuck back
Smile as you die inside
There are terms and conditions that you need to know
Do you want to grow? Do you want to grow?
Then reject yourself
Reject your children
I’m bored with this obese and cancerous world
I feel quite dead, hooray, but in a day
I will be something like you

I’ve found you

You are so fucking weak, so fucking weak
And who’s to say the days don’t match
I was buried today, in a cage
And all I want is to claw your throat
So I need you to relax
Sit the fuck back
Smile as you die inside
There are terms and conditions that I beg to know
Do you want to know? Do you want to know?
Then reject your life
Your stupid dreams
Your spine is bending and there’s nothing to catch you
I feel quite dead, hooray, but I will stay
And you will be something like me
Track Name: ...And No One Will Return My Calls
...And No One Will Return My Calls

Sickness: cut, cut, cut: depression: cut, cut:
helpless: cut, cut, cut: helpless: cut, cut:
Injections: isolation: helpless: helpless
I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT I AM NOT
The headaches are fuelled by my skin: buy my skin
My world convulsing out of control
The tumour crushing against my bones
Blackouts.Stake outs
Unending, pretending, pain, pain, pain
Waited. I’ve waited.
Hospitals: cut, cut, cut: sacks of pills: cut, cut:
hopeless: cut, cut, cut: hopeless: cut, cut:
I can’t begin to waste away. Why don’t you try.
I can’t even think to waste away. Why don’t you try.
Rejected: I’ve waited: infected: a sickness:
Selfless: I can’t wait: selfless: I won’t wait
The sky ringing over me: dreams|
...AND NO ONE WILL RETURN MY CALLS
The tumour shall inherit the earth.
Track Name: While You Wait
While You Wait

Prayer circles for the dying
Prayer circles try to buy me
Prayer circles for the dying
Prayer circles for the dying
I am the worst kind of lady
We do abortions while you wait
And we are paid very fucking handsomely for it
Why we only lost twelve patients this week
Up from thirteen the previous
Ahh but you do need to break some eggs, don’t you
Swings and roundabouts I hear you say,
Swings and roundabouts.
Prayer circles for the dying
Prayer circles try to buy me
Prayer circles for the dying
Prayer circles for the dying
Our moral worth, it has a price
It won’t pay for the prayer circles
But they are tagged and bagged
Like abortions that just won’t wait
And we’ve lost all our ticker
Damn you for thinking of me
The patients are still checking themselves out
Swings and roundabouts I hear you say
Swings and roundabouts
We do abortions all while you wait
Don’t try to cry now, don’t even wait
Wait
Track Name: We Are The Virus
We Are The Virus

Inside, outside, inside, take a number.
Inside, outside, inside, take a vote.
(gotta give it to me, give it to me).
We are the virus.
We are heavy handed. Destroy nothing but ourselves
Look for the new extinction. Coming soon to your area
Outside
We are the virus
We are the virus
We are the virus
We are sickening
Sick down to our stomachs. Sit down and masticate
Wait for the revolution. Wait for the great escape
Insane, outsourced, insane, self-divorced...
Go away, I’m asleep. Alone in silence, as you weep.
Go away, I’m asleep. Alone the silence, I will keep.
Insane, outsourced, insane, self-divorced…
The beast roam the plains of the Earth. Out of reach of the Sun…
Disciples before him reach out. For their share of the One…
Before you: came to rest: we thought: to self invest
In a secret : safe with us: our spread infects you: filled with pus
Body aching: twitching skin: eyelids: paper thin
Blood boils: sweat drench: writhing in your: fetid stench
Blood boils: sweat drench: writhing in your: fetid stench
We are the virus.
Go away, I’m asleep. Alone in silence, as you weep.
Go away, I’m asleep. Alone the silence, I will keep.
Track Name: Osiris
Osiris

Patch me in my sick friend. I think I’ll buy your shame.
I’m poorly conceived, forever bereaved and never believed. LEAVE YOU
I can make up your mind if you let me. I’ll let you buy our shame.
You cowardly fuck: patchwork: friend of God. GIVE UP
Patch me in Death Buddha: Buddha. Patch me in Death Buddha.
Cowardice comes but once in a lifetime. Patch me in death coward.
216: hell yeah: I got a fix. Patch me in.
Trick yourself in this life long. Patch me in Death Buddha.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
Waterboard me reject. Someone’s rising in me.
I know I can see, deafening me and always appeased. LEAVE YOU
I can rattle a cage if you let me. I’ll help you kill your name.
You cowardly fuck: knuckle-dragging: waste of carbon. MAKE UP YOUR MIND
Patch me in Death Buddha: Buddha. Patch me in Death Buddha.
Cowardice comes but TWICE in a lifetime. Patch me in death coward.
216: You ain’t ever going to be fixed. Patch me in.
Trick yourself in this life long. Patch me in Death Buddha.
(break the circuit - kill yourself)
Barcodes for the dead, eba heaving. Handbags for the living. LIVING
Impregnate me, impregnate me. Tagged by my toe-tags.
Dreaming of decay. Barcodes for the living. LIVING
Body-bags for the head, body-bags for the head. I’m innocent...
The body-bags will reek of coriander and pot-pourri
Patchwork: framework of cowards. Leads me to make up my mind.
I can patch me in if I want to. I can patch me in if I want to.
PICK ME. PICK ME. PICK ME.
I can be you. I can be you. I can be any of you: OSIRIS.
I can be anything you need me to be. Just patch me in.
Barcodes for the friends, eba heaving. Handbags for the living. LIVING
Drag me down. Drag me down. Tagged by my toe-tags.
Dreaming of disarray. Barcodes for the living. LIVING
Body-bags for the head, body-bags for the head. I’m always stupid...
Patch me in Death Buddha: Buddha. Patch me in Death Buddha.
Cowardice has come THRICE in your lifetime. Patch me in death coward.
216: Hell no! You ain’t fixed. Patch me in.
Trick yourself in this life long. Patch me in Death Buddha.
Patch me in Death Buddha
Track Name: Jackals Feeding Children Feeding Buildings
Jackals Feeding Children Feeding Buildings

A broken mattress, empty halls
Dreams are fused (with) hollow
Scenes of white
Obscenely white
Our jackals father prodigious spores
In the necks of our children
Hear me
Hear me
Shrill complaints I’m the wrong kind of human
Enrage my little life
Do you leave me?
Do you leave me with a choice
Oh well
Sick and tired of feeding when all I’m doing is sleeping
I can leave you and leave you with a parent and prescriptions
Obscenely white, sucked and drugged and out of luck
I’ll tell you why I’m alone
A small price to pay for my life is a day
Take the sink home and pray
Pray the jackals will leave you today, today
Please pray you’ll never leave : leave...
Sick and tired of feeding when all I’m doing is sleeping
I can leave you and leave you with a parent and prescriptions
Obscenely white, sucked and drugged and out of luck
I’ll tell you why you’re alone
A broken mattress (running), empty halls (running)
The stink of what we were and the herding of the dying
Scenes of white, sucked and drugged and out of luck
My spine has found a home
Jackals feeding children
Jackals feeding children
Children feeding jackals
Building spewing jackals
Track Name: Frustrations Of An Outsider
Frustrations Of An Outsider

I will not be placated
I will not be sedated
My views are so underrated
Makes me SO AGGRAVATED
Throat ripped apart by the toxins
you spew from your thoughtless gut - oh really?
You’ve been hiding
All is dying on you
Outsider
What, were you bored some day
and thought you knew a better way? - well didn’t I
I will not be placated
I will not BE RELATED
You stitch my face with your harness
But I will not be gestated - YES YOU WILL
You’ve been hiding
All is dying on you
Outsider
I will not let this go
I will not let this show
My views are so underrated
Makes me so aggravated
Para de llorar
Es hora de mamar
I will not be placated
I will not be related
You stitch my face with your harness
But I will not be gestated
I will not be gestated!
I can’t even gestate
Don’t you feel ripped off
Track Name: Disquiet
DISQUIET

A disquiet in the streets of your town
Mundane masses don’t make a sound
Anesthetised by prosperity
Looking out see this all around
Wake me when this war is done
Asleep under the threat of guns
Dust dirt and concrete stains
The faces of the unnamed – grey

Grey skyline pitched black
God fearing the attack
Poisoning the air that we breathe
The sickness that explains this hell
The sickness feeding on the cell
Light steals itself from the grave

Dusk in the mourning
As morning cannot be saved
Consciousness cornered frail
Chained by traditions
The compass is spinning
And magnetic fallout
Calls humanity out

Wake me when this war is over

Desolate landscapes of civility ruptured
Mechanical vision of real estate crumbling
Being laden with the weight of expectation
Feast your eyes on the sky painted cell scars of hell
Track Name: Kill Boss Kill
KILL BOSS KILL

Boss over me
Boss over me

I want to see you in a fucking casket

If we crack our skulls - TODAY
And we bleed and we dry
Pumped full of death on the pavement
Convulsing in panic and ecstasy - KNOW THIS
The next crack is starting to open

I will break your photocopier
I will take what is not mine
Out, out, out, out

How has the weather been?
How are you fitting in?
Why are your numbers down?
Where the hell are your fucking pants?

That’s not uniform, please put on your pants
That’s not uniform, wear your uniform

It must have been something that I said (and said and said and said)
That gave you the nerve to pretend (I’m falling apart)
That we were somehow more than just friends (and friends and friends and friends)
But in the end there are bullets on the brain and I can’t get the fuck out
OUT TO THE GARDEN

I will break your photocopier
I will take what is not mine
I will stand a desk a burning
I will make sure someone will be watching

IF WE CRACK

The weather’s been shit - I don’t fucking fit
Shut all your little black tongues - In a filing cabinet made of gold
In a goddamn shredding machine - A spreading deadly disease
You know what I mean? Life is leaving you for someone more attractive

Kill you boss

If we crack our fucking skulls : kill boss kill
And the blood we bleed pumps dry and ugly on the pavement : kill boss kill
You’ve seen my last Monday : kill boss kill boss kill
And the next crack has phoned in sick

You will live inside a recycling bin for never and a never and a never-ending
You will live inside a recycling bin for never and a never and a never-ending
Hey, another rotten day, so tell me something new
Or I will cut my tongue and steal and steal and steal
Hey, so kick this shit away and I will shoot my mouth off
So I can steal this day, what a wasted day

What a rotten day

I want to see you kill your fucking boss

We want you with us
We want your company
So come with us
And kill boss kill
Track Name: Where Orchidectomy And Mastitis St Meet Is Why I Will Die
WHERE ORCHIDECTOMY AND MASTITIS STREET MEET IS WHY I WILL DIE

I donated
My babies
Hooked and bended
My babies

I donated my babies
Hooked and bended, near the streets, I drowned
Smoked out, my girl called death
Hooked I bend

I donated my babies
Drained of teeth, I’m ashamed I drowned
Smoked out, my girl phoned death
These streets will meet

I drag down all my babies
Drained of thought, taught to heal, to heel
Sucking in teeth, my gutter
Hooked

(drained of teeth : mastitis : orchidectomy street)

I donated my babies
Drained of teeth I’m ashamed I drowned
Smoked out my sick girl died
And I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed and followed

These streets will be named after the drains I find


For baby

Give me back my baby back my give me back my baby back my baby
Will suicide, and my suicide will not be for a piece of plastic
these streets will be named - these streets will be named - these streets will be named

Will you crawl with me, I have something to irritate you with
See these lines of worry
It’s not even about the babies anymore
Remember those?
They were so warm and cumbersome and talked of nothing but themselves
And you said I would never amount to anything
You deplored me, I said you deplored me
Oh but I know where they gone
I know why you refused to take me
I’ve got the fingers and regret
And I know how to use them

Thief, stealer of babies
Thief, I am the problem

Tell me I’m wrong, tell me I’m wrong
Seen you so sad, so long, how wrong?
I am the problem so over this question
Fishhooks for children who will live in my arms