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Rotten Routine
06:34
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2. |
Blades
12:07
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Warm room, dry shoes,
Cold eyes, blue skies,
Mountain climbers,
Blades hang a threat.
Mouth walked, eye locked,
Run to, run from,
Black lake, outbreak,
Blades fall on all.
I know that deep down below
I need the blades of survival,
I feel that this water's too shallow,
I need the winds of revival! (x2)
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3. |
September
11:21
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4. |
The Smell of Harmony
12:17
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The man on the room is looking at me,
I see the shallow but he’s looking at the deep of the sea,
on the verge of this void beyond the infinity,
I dig into the roots of the old tree. (x2)
And you could be waiting until a storm comes rushing your leaves,
and let yourself be dragged down by the breeze,
but she sets the rhythm and watches the beats I miss,
like whispering that my soul is the only one to please. (x2)
Oh please...
I’m watching my footsteps to see where I’ve been,
now that the mirror of Erised is finally clean,
I wanna know what my eyes have seen,
to strip my worries and admit there’s nothing to win.
And when the noise of my mind is erased,
I’ll be turning the page,
to see my notes become my sage,
and the smell of harmony will be embraced.
And you could be waiting until a storm comes rushing your leaves,
and let yourself be dragged down by the breeze,
but she sets the rhythm and watches the beats I miss,
like whispering that my soul is the only one to please.
Oh please...
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5. |
Chrysalis
10:46
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Sanctum
07:33
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Pulled from the abyss now
Met the unknown prayed too loud
Glimmers of dark left far behind
Consumed by the liquid sand
Pulled from the abyss now
Met the unknown prayed too loud
Glimmers of dark left far behind
Consumed by the liquid sand
Blossomed windows let the light through
Filled holes from the past
Ravenous gaze into unclaimed gates
Which will shelter who has the blades
Now the sanctum has a refugee
Who's highly aware there's more to live (x2)
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Ecotone
11:25
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Left these soft fields on my back,
And now my feet have walked through day and night,
I followed the wind to the light,
Now I can see what was behind.
I take my shoes off to feel the grass,
Different footprints than the past,
Same place but different eyes,
As the mist fades away in my mind,
The notes the wind used to sing
Now sound meaningful deep within,
And the drops they fall calmly way behind,
Whispering my steps will never be confined.
Cutting through paths I’ve seen,
But now my roots lie deep within,
The old voices keep echoing in my mind,
I’ve crossed the line too many times,
Only to realize that grows wider each time,
This ecotone gets bigger every step I take,
And teaches me how to float above this lake.
The wind will forever blow away
the clouds above my maze,
Yet no eternal sunshine will forever blaze,
But the trees, still rooted deep in the soil
will forever thrive and die.
…Will forever thrive and die!
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The Missing Watermelon Barcelona, Spain
The Missing Watermelon are a progressive rock band formed in Barcelona in late 2012. Far from being an obstacle, its
members' wide variety of styles and influences (spanning from funk and classic rock to metal and electronic music) has helped them look for their own style through improvisation.
Its members are:
Drums: Valeri Bombardó
Bass: Albert Pérez
Guitar and vocals: Dani Balcells
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