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Fourteen Fears
Fourteen Fears e albumul de debut al actului OMUL NEGRU — theatrical metal și dark pop despre fricile copilăriei românești, de la „nu te uita sub pat" până la teama de eșec și de a nu fi suficient. Cincisprezece piese care transformă bau-bau-ul în catharsis, în tradiția Ghost / Sleep Token: un nume de act exotic, versuri integral engleză, teatru întunecat purtat de refrene pop.
Track List
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- Close Your Eyes
"Sleep now, or the Black Man comes" —
That's how every night began.Ninth floor, a box of concrete and dust,
The radiator ticking like a slow bomb,
Her voice through the wall, half love, half threat:
"Close your eyes before he comes."And I closed them.
And he came anyway.
He always comes anyway.Close your eyes — I am already here,
I am the shape of everything you fear,
Close your eyes — don't look under the bed,
I'm the oldest lullaby you were ever fed.They dressed me in the dark to make you good,
A monster stitched from warnings and from love,
I lived inside the wardrobe, like they said,
I am whatever keeps a child in bed.Close your eyes — I am already here,
I am the shape of everything you fear,
Close your eyes — don't look under the bed,
I'm the oldest lullaby you were ever fed.Fourteen fears. I kept them all.
Come — I'll sing them to you, one by one.Close your eyes — I am already here,
I am the shape of everything you fear. - Lights Out
The switch is at the other end of the hall.
Run.A key on a string against my chest,
Five flights of stairs and a timer light,
It always dies before the door —
And the dark has teeth, and the dark knows my name.Count the steps, don't breathe, don't turn around,
The handrail's cold, the bulb burns down —Lights out — and the stairwell swallows me,
Lights out — I'm every step you cannot see,
Run, little heartbeat, run for the door,
The light was never coming back anymore.Grown men still sleep with a screen aglow,
They call it habit, I call it mine —
I moved from under the bed to behind the eyes,
I am the reason you check the locks twice.Lights out — and the stairwell swallows me,
Lights out — I'm every step you cannot see,
Run, little heartbeat, run for the door,
The light was never coming back anymore.Found you.
Lights out — and the stairwell swallows me,
Lights out — I'm every step you cannot see. - The Cellar
Mama sent you down for potatoes.
Leave the door open. It won't help.One bulb on a wire, and it swings,
Jars of pickles staring from the shelf,
Sacks in the corner shaped like sleeping men,
And the stairs behind me disappear.Ten steps down into the wet black air,
The door upstairs is a coin of light —Down here — where the winter keeps its food,
Down here — where the dark is thick as blood,
Grab what you came for, don't look at the wall,
The cellar remembers children, one and all.Every block of flats has a throat like this,
A cold stone stomach under the stairs,
They send the small ones down with a list —
That's how the dark first learns your name.Down here — where the winter keeps its food,
Down here — where the dark is thick as blood.The bulb goes out.
Don't look at the wall!
Don't look at the wall!Down here — the cellar remembers us all.
- Stranger's Candy
Hey. Kid.
Your mother sent me. Get in.Grey coat waiting by the school gate,
Sweets in wrappers from another world,
He knows your name, he knows your street,
He smiles the way a knife would smile.And everything they warned you about
Wears aftershave and speaks so soft —Take the candy — sweetest thing you'll ever hold,
Take the candy — sugar wrapped around a hook,
One hand opens and the other one takes,
Every kindness is a trap 'til it's not.You grew up and the coat changed cut,
Now it's contracts, now it's "trust me, sign",
The gate is gone but the gate is everywhere —
The candy only got more expensive.Take the candy — sweetest thing you'll ever hold,
Take the candy — sugar wrapped around a hook.I never needed to chase anyone.
You all come to me. Smiling.Take the candy — sweetest thing you'll ever hold,
One hand opens and the other one takes. - Thin Walls
Put your ear against the wallpaper.
Everything in this building can be heard.The walls are made of panels and of lies,
The neighbor's TV bleeds into my room,
And after ten, when they think I sleep,
The kitchen turns into a battlefield.Two voices grinding over money,
A number said like a curse —Thin walls — I heard what I was never meant to hear,
Thin walls — that rent is due and love is in arrears,
I pressed my hands against my ears and sang,
But walls this thin, they teach a child to fear.I learned the price of bread before my letters,
I learned that tired men slam doors,
I learned to read a silence at the table —
Some fears don't wear a monster's face at all.Thin walls — I heard what I was never meant to hear,
Thin walls — that rent is due and love is in arrears.This one I didn't have to invent.
This one you built yourselves.Thin walls — I pressed my hands against my ears and sang.
- Dog Teeth
Between you and the school
There are eleven of them. Walk.Winter dawn behind the dumpsters,
Eleven shadows, twenty-two eyes,
Schoolbag heavy as a gravestone,
Don't run — running makes you prey.Heel to toe, slow, slow,
They can smell the fear you swallow —Dog teeth — white as frost and twice as cold,
Dog teeth — the street belongs to them at dawn,
Walk, don't run, don't meet their eyes,
The pack decides who gets to grow old.Ha! Ha! Ha!
You grew and traded streets for hallways,
The pack wears suits and smells of smoke,
They circle slow around your desk —
Don't run. Running makes you prey.Dog teeth — white as frost and twice as cold,
Dog teeth — the pack decides who gets to grow old.Good boy. Keep walking.
Dog teeth! Dog teeth!
Dog teeth! Dog teeth!
Dog teeth! Dog teeth! Dog teeth!Dog teeth — the street belongs to them at dawn.
- The Report Card
It needs a parent's signature.
You've been standing at the door for an hour.Red ink in the grade book, page of shame,
The corridor home was seven years long,
I practiced the sentence a hundred times —
"I can explain" — I never could.Key in the lock. Shoes in the hall.
The question is coming. The question is small:"What did you bring me?" — a number, a knife,
"What did you bring me?" — the mark of my worth,
I learned that love can read like a ledger,
Graded and signed since the day of my birth.Now it's reviews and quarterly targets,
A manager's pen where the red ink was,
Same long corridor, same rehearsed excuse —
Some doors you stand at all your life."What did you bring me?" — a number, a knife,
"What did you bring me?" — the mark of my worth.Knock. Or I'll knock for you.
I learned that love can read like a ledger,
Graded and signed since the day of my birth. - Empty Chair
They set the table for three tonight.
Two of you will eat.His cup still hangs on the second hook,
His slippers face the door he took,
Mother says "eat", and eats nothing at all,
And the clock is so loud on the kitchen wall.Nobody told me what "for a while" means —
An empty chair can fill a whole apartment,
An empty chair outweighs the man who's gone,
I do my homework facing where he sat,
And I get older, and the chair stays young.Some fears don't chase you down the stairwell,
Some fears just sit there, patient, still,
Wearing his shape at every dinner —
The loudest thing that never made a sound.An empty chair can fill a whole apartment,
An empty chair outweighs the man who's gone.I didn't invent this one either.
I just sat in it. Someone had to.I do my homework facing where he sat,
And I get older, and the chair stays young. - Sirens
One. Two. Three. Four.
That's not thunder. Count with me.First Wednesday of the month, ten sharp,
The sirens sing their monthly scales,
"Just a drill", the teacher says,
And her hands are shaking on the chalk.And the news at night speaks of a border,
And the border is a day away by car —Sirens — the sky rehearsing how to fall,
Sirens — the oldest lullaby of all,
Down to the cellar, know your nearest door,
We taught our children where to hide before we taught them why.The cellar again — the jars, the sacks,
The same cold throat under the stairs,
Grandfather knew it as a shelter first,
Some rooms are waiting to be needed twice.Sirens — the sky rehearsing how to fall,
Sirens — the oldest lullaby of all.One. Two. Three. Four.
Still not thunder.Down to the cellar, know your nearest door,
We taught our children where to hide before we taught them why. - Not Enough
Your father counted bills on the kitchen table.
Now it's your turn. Count.Oilcloth table, envelope math,
Rent, then heat, then what is left,
I watched him shrink to fit the numbers —
A big man folded by a small sum.And I swore I'd never sit like that,
And here I sit. And here I sit.Not enough — however much, it's not enough,
Not enough — the ceiling's always one floor up,
I am the voice inside the paycheck,
Whispering "they'll find out what you're worth."New phone, new car, new debts to feed them,
The neighbors' windows always brighter,
I moved out of the wardrobe long ago —
I live inside the bank app now.Not enough — however much, it's not enough,
Not enough — the ceiling's always one floor up.You could stop running.
But then you'd have to look at me.I am the voice inside the paycheck,
Whispering "they'll find out what you're worth." - Everyone's Watching
Careful.
The curtains on the third floor just moved.The block has eyes on every landing,
The bench outside is a tribunal,
"Whose boy is that, and where's he going,
And why is he dressed like that, and why —"Ladies and gentlemen of the window,
The defendant walks to the corner shop —Everyone's watching — smile for the stairwell,
Everyone's watching — the verdict is out,
They measured your life through a gap in the curtains,
And nothing you do will acquit you now.You laughed at the aunties at the window —
Then you built the window into your hand,
Now the whole world is a third-floor curtain,
And you check the numbers every hour: who watched, who judged, who scrolled on by.Everyone's watching — smile for the timeline,
Everyone's watching — the verdict is out.I used to need a window.
Now you carry me in your pocket.They measured your life through a gap in the curtains,
And nothing you do will acquit you now. - The White Room
This is the one fear I never had to whisper.
You found this one all by yourself.A corridor the color of nothing,
Plastic chairs and burnt coffee at 3 AM,
Her hand in mine — when did it get so small,
When did I become the one who says "it's fine"?The doctor speaks in careful weather,
"We'll know more in the morning" —The white room — where the strongest man I knew wears paper,
The white room — where mothers shrink to birds,
I used to fear the dark under my bed —
Now I fear the light at the end of a hall.We trade our monsters in for waiting rooms,
For numbers on a screen that must not slow,
I'd give the wardrobe back, the cellar, the dogs —
Take them all, just make the beeping steady.The white room — where the strongest man I knew wears paper,
The white room — where mothers shrink to birds.Steady. Steady. Steady.
I used to fear the dark under my bed —
Now I fear the light at the end of a hall. - Mirror at Midnight
You remember the game.
Midnight. The mirror. Say my name three times.Thirty years I've been your tenant,
Rent-free in the back of your skull,
Tonight you're drunk enough or brave enough —
The bathroom light is on. Come in.One — your voice is steady,
Two — your hands are not,
Three —Look at me — I've worn your fears like Sunday clothes,
Look at me — every shadow that you fed,
Say my name into the silver,
And watch the silver answer back.The wardrobe boy, the stairwell runner,
The cellar list, the dog-bit dawn,
The thin-wall listener, the graded son —
They all grew up. They all grew into me.Look at me — I've worn your fears like Sunday clothes,
Look at me — every shadow that you fed.Closer.
Say it! Say it! Say it!
Say it! Say it! Say it!Say my name into the silver,
And watch the silver answer— - Nani, Nani
Nani, nani, puiul mamii,
Nani, nani...The mirror kept its word at midnight,
The mask came off without a sound,
And underneath — no teeth, no shadow,
A boy I'd left unheld for thirty years.Hello, little tenant. Hello, old friend.
It was you. It was always you.Nani, nani — sleep now, I will keep the watch,
Nani, nani — the dark was only mine,
I was the child who swallowed every warning,
And grew a monster just to feel less small.So sleep — the cellar's just potatoes,
The stairwell light comes on again,
The chair is only wood, the walls are walls,
And the sirens, God willing, stay rehearsals.Nani, nani — sleep now, I will keep the watch,
Nani, nani — the dark was only mine.Every bedtime story ends the same way:
The monster was the storyteller.
Sleep now. - The Fifteenth Fear
You called my name. Three times. A thousand voices.
Did you think I wouldn't hear?Fourteen fears and the lights came up,
You stood and clapped for the thing in the mask,
You paid for the dark, you sang every word,
And now you want more. You always want more.So here I am — raised from the floorboards,
Summoned by applause —The fifteenth fear has never had a name,
The fifteenth fear — you liked it, that's the shame,
Fourteen I gave you, one you gave to me:
The fear of never wanting to be free.I sang you cellars, dogs and sirens,
You filmed the scream and asked for more,
The mask came off, you saw the boy —
And still you chant the monster's name.The fifteenth fear has never had a name,
The fifteenth fear — you liked it, that's the shame,
Fourteen I gave you, one you gave to me:
The fear of never wanting to be free.Say it again.
Say it again.Again! Again! Again!
Fourteen I gave you, one you gave to me:
The fear of never wanting to be free.