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the darkest hour of the day
the night is me daydreaming
that the little ordinary death
be a feasible breath to insist again
on what the day does to me
does to me
i'm digging a tunnel with a spoon
in search of a light at the end
a light at the end
my eyes are me open to the dream
that sleeps under the dust accumulated
by the wasted days I insist again
on begging please: dust me
dust me
i'm digging a tunnel with a spoon
in search of a light at the end
reap the doubt they sow in me
wondering if i should give up the infinite
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Dead Sea
03:43
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dead sea
sea has always been for life
even when things get tough
brother of waters we had ever a bridge over us
there was never a rite to goodbye
at the time
at the time
old bro, i know you're gone
a dead sea it's something so sad
the missing is an expensive bill to pay
i did expect to deceive the tears
and i don’t know where the cronopios
go when the end comes
in the time
in the time
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Clouds
03:31
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clouds
take a deep breath
close the eyes and go
there is no better way
to do what should be done
a fulfully being
must to be
whole for the things
that no one sees
today
it was never so
full of now
but the days are not enough anymore
oh no it's nothing
it's just danger that life offers
and asks for known by heart
the next step and the after
that's why so much
in this ocean from within
make us swim
alone and desperately
today
it was never so
full of now
but the days are not enough anymore
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Hard Rains
03:58
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hard rains
not by chance i fell deep in the well
of muddy water
and i stopped watching the easy rhyme
that inhabits the world
in this shallow hour i wander in the desert
which is Time
indifferent to the lack induced by the emptiness
of our choices
will the sun shine again?
i feel an intense and unforgiving winter
frostbite
from the inside out in a torpor bordering
on death
i spend my days like the boredom of Sunday
afternoons
and i feel the weariness experienced of
a becoming past
will there be a sunbeam to relieve my mind?
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Scarcity Abounds
02:47
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scarcity abounds
i have no nor what i am
and i go as far as i can see
the age is a state of matter
my heart doesn't beat easily
time takes me away from
all the things
i left behind
and i can see clearly now
that the end begins
when scarcity abounds
the space i occupy
it's nothing but a place
as brief as a distraction
i go i go away
time takes me away from
all the things
I left behind
and i can see clearly now
that the end begins
when scarcity abounds
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Wax Routine
06:04
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wax routine
orange ripens on
the indigo horizon
scrawled in white chalk
blurred with hands
framed by the hollow cutout
above the sink faucet
during intermittent dripping
black-scented
that awakens the eyes
from darkness and delimits
what is inside
and what's out there
and points out what makes us broken
i go out just like
a silent Icarus
i'm sure
it's all about taking risks
again
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Smoking Fish
02:37
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smoking fish
orange ripens on
the indigo horizon
scrawled in white chalk
blurred with hands
framed by the hollow cutout
above the sink faucet
during intermittent dripping
black-scented
that awakens the eyes
from darkness and delimits
what is inside
and what's out there
and points out what makes us broken
i go out just like
a silent Icarus
i'm sure
it's all about taking risks
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Our Pale Faces
05:23
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our pale faces
that was a typical spring, full of storms and urges
all we wanted was to amplify our hearts
so much noise for nothing 'cause the silence could be worse
we met to fill our voids
we will never be again as we were
our pale faces under thousands of flowers
we will never be again as we were
just a simple portrait for the last hour
(we will never be again as we were)
we had our heart on shaky hands
(we will never be again as we were)
we were blindfolded youngmen at the shore
(we will never be again as we were)
it was the closest we got to the ether
(we will never be again as we were)
it was our riot in the eye that storm
there is no distance to spaces that overflow with memory
the days die right after their moment of brightness
maybe that's why we stop seeing each other easily
maybe that's why we're fading in time
we will never be again as we were
our pale faces under thousands of flowers
we will never be again as we were
just a simple portrait for the last hour
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Washed Mask
06:04
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washed mask
now i can just stare into your eyes like a fillable void
now i can just stay in your eyes like at a stopping point
now i can feel what you can offer as a fair deal
before you return to your belly button
before you don't do it anymore
and I can forget the vulgar matter that makes up your face
and I can forgive all the misery of your lack of grace
now i can feel what you can offer as a fair deal
before you return to your belly button
before you don't do it anymore
two long steps back
so you can move on
(the will is just a longing)
that distance is
what makes us closer
(the will is just a longing)
now i can just stare into your eyes like a fillable void
now i can just stay in your eyes like at a stopping point
now i can feel what you can offer as a fair deal
before you return to your belly button
before you don't do it anymore
two long steps back
so you can move on
(the will is just a longing)
that distance is
what makes us closer
(the will is just a longing)
as deadly as man
who dropped the mask
(the will is just a longing)
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Atlantic Goliath Grouper
03:58
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atlantic goliath grouper
i like to watch sad movies on tv
'cos I have an easy time with tears
the hard life as it goes, i know
it's a comfort that i can do something
uncomplicated for me
i wanna meet the old giant fish that
I never saw and i wanna look at him
right in the eyes to say and listen to
all the silence I can
i need to deepen this short and weak breath
in search of the missing rare oxygen
i need to get out of the shallows of life
jumpin' off that suspension bridge
to let my body sink
i wanna meet the old giant fish that
I never saw and i wanna look at him
right in the eyes to say and listen to
all the silence I can
i wanna go back to the surface
to swim towards the tired boat
that stranded ghost corroded by
the cutting rust of time
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O Bosque / Woodland recordings Bristol, UK
O Bosque / Woodland is a DIY label, dedicated to indiepop, lofi, electronic music, folk, experimental, shoegaze, rock and
pretty much everything in-between.
It was founded in Brazil in 1996 and put to sleep in 2004, from 2008 to 2011 it operated in Brighton, UK, then back in Brazil until 2016, then put to sleep again and now in Bristol, UK.
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