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Manyatta
03:48
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Is there somewhere to breathe,
see untouched land
with no broken men
struggling to live on.
Are you still blinded
Have we all fallen
out of your arms
in seas of doubts
There will be no savior for the deeds we left behind.
There will be no betrayers for the ones who close their eyes.
Stray away from the rules and guides and drift…
are you still a fool
on this land
with no aim
marching in line
There will be no savior for the deeds we left behind.
There will be no betrayers for the ones who close their eyes.
Stray away from the rules and guides and drift…
Held out some pictures
You see how we have changed
Have we got dreams to share
I long to see you sleep
Help out I lie down
See how we have changed
This is a deep fall
This is a faint sigh, so cold,
for all I left far behind
For the wasted tears washed by time.
I long to see the world smile.
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2. |
Fake Liberty
02:30
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All I heard was just some whisper
And all I saw was just a common lie.
And all I lived was just on paper
And all they wrote was just out of reach.
All this pain in vain
only washed by the rain
left me puzzled.
All this broken youth
with no aim and no games
left me broken.
All I heard was just some whisper
And all I saw was just a common lie.
And all you lived was only written
And all those words were just out of reach.
All these gods in your head
all your prayers to the stars
left me puzzled
All this broken youth
all these faded years
left me puzzled.
Out of a blue stream,
where I could hear people sing
It lift my heart higher
out of this fake dull liberty.
Out of a blue stream,
where I could hear people sing
It lift my heart higher
out of this fake dull liberty.
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3. |
Winter Years
05:18
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Drowning into these deep waters, oblivion surrounding me.
My faint breath gets so much distance, struck by childhood fear.
A sheer gloom for an only vision, the cold now creeping in.
Glittering heart please keep beating, keep my memories.
A fake hero searching for nothing but stories to be told.
Remote old places, no more heard of, pictures fade away.
Losing grip on all beloved ones, conversing with the wind.
I had hoped they’d be no moonlight to see or behold.
No smiles, no arms to cling to.
Did you hide you wrinkled face between walls.
I choke on words and songs, they’re so vain.
I creep into my winter years, I see footstep behind,
slowly filled by snow gently in silence…
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4. |
Wells of Romance
03:29
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Put on my swaggest moves
tried to lure your charms,
then cracked some silly jokes
to finally make you smile.
Falling into a gravity well
In which you cannot breathe.
Is there something for us to feel
to give or share.
There was nothing beside you
We fooled the night.
Then shrouded in a calm silence
our lips filled by desire
Falling into a gravity well
In which you cannot breathe.
Is there something for us to feel
to give or share.
How could it all fall apart,
dust slowly covering my past.
our nights became so common,
our words so practical and lame.
Our days seemed the same, playing parts we didn’t live or see through,
I changed yes I changed,
disappeared and failed to keep it all alive.
Many words were said and yelled
to keep our love pristine.
Torn memories on the ground,
our life is out of tune.
Falling into a gravity well
In which you cannot breathe.
Is there something for us to feel
to give or share.
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5. |
Dunes
04:24
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Breaking the ties to your land
Roots are rotting in the sand
Sons are burning in front of gates.
You walk out to a new fate.
Trades will always recoup
the hopes of fallen souls
hiding, sharing some rancid soup
Out in the day you would only pray
to see a spark in your children’s eyes.
Stare at the foam drawing some forms
Trying to find some solution.
No cries no absolution
Just slaves in a dead end.
Sigh were lost in the moonlight.
Faint whispers drifting in the wind.
foreseeing some shades of hope
thru waves of broken dull seas.
Ploding roughly thru the desert
Your dreams are slowly fainting
Blinded by storms of sand
Out in the day you would only pray
to see a spark in your children’s eyes.
Stare at the foam drawing some forms
Trying to find some solution.
No cries no absolution
Just slaves in a dead end.
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6. |
Dead Waves
02:43
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I heard them sink their doubt
and linger upon their past.
I felt the dawn rays coming out
I saw the blast of the morning light,
the foam breaking the scenes, the rolls of desperation.
I heard the dead waves calling me,
felt my last breath set me free
Live out this day,
a glimpse of joy into this slave world cast upon us
and it’s social lies.
I saw them drink their pride
and bargain their last words.
Same dust surrounding me,
the moonlight upon the sea.
The world is breaking out
in rolls of desperation
I heard dead waves calling me,
felt my last breath set me free.
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7. |
Damask
05:20
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8. |
A.M
03:21
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Lately falling out of a stage I once stood upon.
And I just stood there drowning in her eyes.
First love words on a blank page.
And I was told there was no choice.
They kept on repeating there was no fate.
But I hoped someone would guide me thru this
And I longed for past sorrows to fail in her arms.
Fool living like a slave, y days all the same.
And I just lied there knowing it’s the last
Listening to a new dawn
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9. |
An Harp Man's Theory
07:48
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I heard some flawless theories where people gave their life.
I saw this abstract love burning in my woman’s heart.
I failed to live out a tale ; kept on changing the bitter end.
Forsee the twilight of my life ; regrets painted on my face.
Pictures of smiles in alleys where we used to wander.
Still see the ghosts of my past, rusted poets who lost their soul.
And they would shed no light.
No word no lies to feel alive and seize the day
Cold nights to fall apart.
They drift into a random maze to crawl away to die.
Breaking idols and muses to sense the life around me.
You’re still in placid contemplation ; with pearls sparkling in my eyes
And they would shed no light.
No word no lies to feel alive and seize the day
Cold nights to fall apart.
They drift into this random maze to crawl away to die.
Astray and forgotten
as so many before
Waiting for a new dawn to get a new part
Is there an oblivion
to hide away
The world is crumbling upon my head
No dice to roll this time
Why awake these days
Is there something new for me to see to live to feel to ponder.
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10. |
The Stroll
03:29
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11. |
Transwest
04:24
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Held out for a second chance
Moving sadly close behind
How would I ever take the lead
and find out some new direction.
Making these empty doll sway
Stabbed by all the passion and lost.
You spend your time between freight trains.
And the void you live behind.
The landscapes always take the aim
out of your soul and idle brain.
How would I ever pick up the time
Wasted years erased or just blurred.
Move on in the same repetition.
Chained to forgotten roads.
A straight man made out of straw
burning in a maze of sound.
Blinded by the flame
My begging starving heart.
Senses in a turmoil.
My eyes paralyzed.
Pry or beseech me
to put it to an end
No complains no sorrow at the cemetery gate.
Plodding down to the river....
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Maobi Angoulême, France
Maobi is a rock band with harp and live painting.
The cristal harmonies of the harp minggle with the profound vovals in intimistic composition on the border of post-rock and atmospheric sounds.
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