1. |
Dazzling Icterus Angel
06:00
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I'm paralyzed
Blinded by your eyes
Frozen by your smile
Then you touch my hand
Contradiction personified
Dim me with your light
I'd travel at your speed
Just to go back in time
Dazzling
Our souls won't need
Death to
Meet again
Always trying to fit
With people you don't like
Hiding under a shell
Of mediocrity
You wanted to evolve
Left us all at home
Your mind went to a place
Where no rockets go
Maybe life
Left me alone
But you're not
Much above
On each side of the door
All I could see was the wood
Your silhouette on the floor
Knocking on and on
You'd open then close with no words
A reason is all I want
Trying to tear it down
Like you did with the price you got
For being the one to whom I
Would have given all
As I gained strength
Things progressed yet they'd not be the best
In dreams you were still in silence
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2. |
Long Indecision
04:45
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Walking backwards
Looking at the stars and clouds
Thinking
If it would've been better not to
I kept looking
For so long I stayed like that forever
I kept looking for so long
And I was blue, yet happy, for then on
Precious one, you will never be wrong
That night looked like the morning
Precious one, I will not land your soul
Now I'm looking from the other side
Walking backwards
Unconsciously stepping the crushed stone
Ironic, as you used to be
Pure indifference
Always dreaming with the day we might see each other's faces
Precious one, I will not land your soul
This night seems endless
You deserve more, but not more of the same
You're always the last word
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3. |
Pure Bliss
07:03
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Pure bliss
On your mother's lap, then a kiss
Your blanket is a tent
Where no problems exist
Pure joy
A sandcastle to destroy
Play with everything, freely, unconsciously
No one can find you here
And I am well
Just as we are
Walking on the sand in the beginning of July
Don't you see that what I need is time with me and my mind?
And I should've started
From the end
First you live
Then try and justify it
And I am well
Just as we are
Walking on the sand in the beginning of July
Don't you see that what I need is time with me and my mind?
Teach me to read poetry
So I understand you
And that's worth it
Teach me to read poetry
So I understand you
And that's worth it
Teach me to read poetry
So I understand you
And that's worth it
Teach me to read poetry
So I understand you
And that's worth it
And I am well
Just as we are
Walking on the sand in the beginning of July
Don't you see that what I need is time with me and my mind?
And we are well
Just as we are
Walking on the sand in the beginning of July
Don't you see that what I need is time with me and my mind?
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4. |
Big Nose
06:24
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Big Nose smells big things
Big Nose snorts your family
Big Nose smells tragedy
But Big Nose doesn't need cocaine
Split Lip, untouchable mouth
Split Lip knows the remedy
In every street those names ring
Big nose, Split Lip: arch enemies
Split Lip from a death punch
Could've killed him, but it wasn't much
Big Nose fought Split Lip
Would not be the first one in history
Big Nose on the boxing ring
Split Lip ready to bite him
Licking and sniffing, ingenuity
The homeopathic fight of the century
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5. |
Mountain, Lake
03:12
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Feel your body
Close your eyes
Leave all physical form
And your mind
I am life
I am life
I am life
I am...
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6. |
Presence
09:54
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Why do I feel an
Evil form of myself is
Constantly judging me when
There's only one of me?
Let the beauty make you cry
May the tears clear your eyes
And let you see well
What nature hides
Pay attention
Not to what you see
But to the fact
That you see
I'm a wanderer
I'm a witness
Of the thoughts that
Blind my own presence
Motion, motion
Am I the only unlucky one that feels this way
Or am I the only one
Trying to pinch the fucking bubble?
I want to stop wondering if
All of this is real
And just feel the motion
Dive into the sea
All this happening
Finding peace
And space
Is my paradoxical will
I'm a wanderer
I'm a witness
Of the thoughts that
Blind my own presence
I'm a wanderer
I'm a witness
Of the thoughts that
Blind my own presence
You know, it's sometimes hard to even start
Talking about these things
#BRIDGE
People usually just look at you, (God is discovering itself)
And say things like
"Come back to reality"
I'm a wanderer
I'm a witness
Of the thoughts that
Blind my own presence
I'm a wanderer
I'm a witness
Of the thoughts that
Blind my own presence
In my mind
In my soul
There's a place
I will go
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7. |
S.J.W.
04:59
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Are six months enough for you?
Is your bio-clock broken too?
Cause we fell in love even before
I knew what to expect from you
I was really surprised
By your initiative
For once it finally seemed
It was the so-called "destiny"
But I did I not see
All those kind words
Were rococo to say
"You're nice, go fuck yourself"
She just walked away
With nothing more to say!
And if I try to choose
I'm always gonna lose!
She just walked away
Not. even. a complaint!
And if I try to think
I drown in gasoline!
Some may call it envying
My ego calls it phobia
I know it's a dystrophy
For my story, it's not glorious
Now I tell myself
I'm going to transcend
Sit down and watch the train
Leave the station once again
She just walked away
With nothing more to say!
And if I try to choose
I'm always gonna lose!
She just walked away
Not. even. a complaint!
And if I try to think
I drown in gasoline!
A CEO
With a vape
Yeah, that's me, now listen
A CEO
Dancing with a vape
Can't you see
That's the new me
A CEO
Dancing with a vape
Can't you see
That's the new me
A CEO
Dancing with a vape
Can't you see
That's the new me
Did I stutter
Hear me being free!
Did I stutter
Hear me being free!
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Cubic Greyhound AN, Spain
Cubic Greyhound is Marco Hurtado's (me) alternative rock project, which will be the place for his most solid track ideas.
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