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Outlanders
05:44
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The sea is brother and land.
The father is river, is change.
It goes from the snows to the dark blue waters where the ancient phare enlightened.
I dream you Alexandria.
I sailed without a waving hand exiled from my own land
y'all call me by a different name: I am the seeker now.
There are different greens for everyone's eyes.
Is anyone like me?
I'm the river into the see
I am the seeker now.
Oh I fly away from home!
I never had nothing at all.
My empty hands only.
Oh I fly away from home!
One day I'll come back, yes I know Come back where I belong.
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The bullet and the sound
03:12
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Underwater there is no music no silence either.
Where do sirens sing? ...
Where beauty meets desperate souls.
I struggle to choose,
stick to the plans.
A vision like this makes me turn around. Are we really akin to the gods?
Underwater there is no music no silence either.
You know the order:
first the bullet, second the sound. Can you hear the siren song? because it's over.
It has already gone inside of you.
For me it's different.
I see her suffering.
I try to heal you joining to your song. You know the order:
first bullet, second sound
the lighting and the thorn.
The siren song.
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Oracle
03:52
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I don't wanna know what's said about the oracle. This are days for heroes.
Am I chosen?
Hope will hold while I see snow on the mountains.
The world is under natural laws aren't we?
I'm special,
you're special.
Our unique souls are captured by numbers?
Future lays in order and chaos
accept your destiny or let it go.
Open arms you can't see both hands
« to love what I do or to do all I want»
Talking trembling voices and empty looks.
I've got my words.
The virgins standing up, there in the cold room. Shadows on the walls.
Alone I go again,
I'd like to thank someone.
Our unique souls are captured by numbers?
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Last burning candle
03:13
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As I wonder what is worth? what is real? I lit the candle I should keep.
Well it's never too late
to wish happy birthday.
All the questions are coming blowing in the cold wind.
The treasure that I should keep ashtrays in the black sea.
Will the name remain unknown? The comeback story is untold.
When all the sunsets are charming
red warning lights.
That's when I feel I am not like everybody else It kind of feels alone
but it's ok, I'm not like everybody else.
As I'm going back to the city I live Images and memories
but it really doesn't seems like coming home at all
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The tower of the sun
05:50
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There is grassland at the beach barefoot I would like to cross. Close my eyes and feel the breeze and with my hand
I'll stroke your hair.
I woke up spiral stairway
light and dust cast mysteries.
I stand in the shoulders of common people to reach the tower of the Sun.
Now my comb is the wind
and my mirror is the sea.
I empty my pockets of wet sand I'll never saw this city so alive.
I woke up spiral stairway
light and dust cast mysteries.
I stand in the shoulders of common people to reach the tower of the Sun.
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FOO Lleida, Spain
Young dreamers lifes. Exciting echos of 90's rhythm. Overflow of fresh air and a wide variety of colours in a cavern
world.
Originally born prematurely in the city of the mist. FOO are two brothers and their friends. They met in old times, between musical empathy and lack of oniric experiences.
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