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The Perception Of Beauty Is A Moral Test

by I Had Plans

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motormoruc Simply awsome. Fantastiscious.One of my absolute favorite songs.(about "animal man") Favorite track: Animal Man.
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Portraits 05:58
Greeting on a new day, again with new friends. one after the other, smiles built upon solid foundations. last minute hope. it couldnt be any other way and it couldnt be any other. ill take all the help i can get, to get through every other morning. handle with the same gut as we did that day. warm words, secret codes, encryptions for the soul. and maybe some dangerous reviving, purpose and reason to keep going on. forget about what we learned and just move backwards in time.
Guidelines 04:45
thank you for holding on, on to lame stories with blood spilling and for not sharing so i could feel better. like you always do. like i always do. baring all the endeavours, carrying the weight holding shit together, taking the fall and keeping my walls standing nevermind the sacrifices, truthful no matter what the chances cause it never ends with the last time i gaze into old habits and ghosts who take me back on to being part of the plot to overtrow fiction so thank you for the guidelines.
Bartholomew 03:48
the situation going inside my head,taking out, wearing out taking all thats good and something else. an agravation to the wrongs that were small but now eat everything thats good and worth something. its not the first time warnings took place and you've choosen to ignore them. it beats me the real sense of consequence after all,actions driven by choices, most times i just look at the landscape, altrough i must confess another thought crosses my mind so often, persistant signs that im not drifting. but fading away beetween dimensions.
i wish i could say more, more often than i really do. i wish i could go further than i ever been to. to help and carry you if you need, with my hands. but my will gets drained away in this sad city. that my feelings and understanding would be more tangible, actions meaningful porpuse reachable to my hands but my will gets drained away in this sad city.
Animal Man 04:48
sold out of excuses finaly aiming to do the right thing its all staged and recorded on camera, tape is the best sponsor you can have. pass the denial, and doing it right, so how come i feel like im faking, its so hard to keep this seeds from growing into something less deadly, honest. its never been so clean in clouded days, im not any closer from making sense out of this crossroads, id rather depart into some journey of self discovery, you could keep my impression and hold it back i'd do the same and call it a scar from another life to wear proudly as a reminder of whats been forgotten put it behind my back instead of the warm place in my chest some lessons have been learned im not shouting wolf again
This Thing 03:37
of all the things that you have, the things you wish you would have how many of those things made you who you are now taking it all, giving all that could've been given facing it all, one way cant stop believing. out of the things that you own, that've cut jugulars and broken bones acomplishments that turned you inside out after the math is done, have you become the man you wanted to become slowly turning into this thing.
Molekind 03:42
we've been chasing some kind of natural born sugestion, branded behond interpretation and we've also been learning how to slow it down at the expense of cheap entertainment and commodity im a sucker for good novelism and emotional violence we become hopeless in every choice we turn into an obsession constantly re-considering, re-evaluating, re-assuring ourselfs; so far so good.
sore eyes, been a few nights since i turned off my light and gave into sleep peacefuly. all times feel wasted when im not spilling my guts in some new place, in some new way. ends would come soon, if we'd stop wishing for them, working for them. natural born suckers, here to make it right. little by little, we will forget, the few choices we could regret, the times take over what ticks inside, erase the things that we left behind.


This is straight from the Portuguese sun, breaking into a winter scenery.
This record is built on the familiar awareness of subversive spirit and positive activism trough art or social intervention criticizing the contemporany ways with a very personal approach. It's a package containing more than eruptive guitars that are played against each other in a change of emotions (melody and beat). It's also a documented narrative, a portrait translated in songs with impeling and intricate sound design.

It´s a hug, a kiss, an open conversation. I do not remember the last time Post-Rock/Post-Hardcore had such a warm sound although it´s critical mind.


released January 7, 2011

unterm durchschnitt / Zebralution Digital Media Distribution - 2011.


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I Had Plans Lisbon, Portugal

unterm durchschnitt was a record label in Cologne, Germany. 1999 - 2012.
"Küsse sterben auf Lippen"
(engl. Kisses are dying on lips)

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