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Real
04:21
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I’ve been so unreal.
I’ve been so unreal.
I know I’m messed up.
I know I’m messed up.
I know I’m real.
I won’t let this fall apart again.
I’ve hanged my own pain.
I’ve hanged my own pain
I know I’ve come crazy.
I know I’ve come crazy.
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Kind
04:41
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I won’t play the role of the fool.
I’ll tear my breast.
I will dig a recess in there,
Where the sun will set.
You know that I’m running away,
I’ve been so blind.
But if you should see how I’ve felt,
You’ll feel my way.
You’ll feel my way...
You’ll feel my way...
You’ll feel my way...
You know, now I’m feeling so kind.
I’ve left your trails.
‘Cause everything seemed so unreal,
I nearly lost myself.
I can’t keep on following you,
I can’t keep that long.
I can’t keep on searching your trails,
I feel so kind.
I feel so kind...
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3. |
Overcome
06:36
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And the sleep has overcome us as the rain has overcome you.
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Things I've done
04:19
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Now please tell me how,
I should react to all the things I’ve done.
She has told me to
Reflect on the things I’ve done
In those years of madness.
She has blessed my blind eyes,
But I can’t reflect on all the things I’ve done today,
You see, I don’t dare.
She has told me again that I can’t pretend,
That all the things I’ll do will cleanse those old years of madness.
I can’t reflect on the things that I’ve done.
Things that I’ve done.
Things that I’ve done.
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5. |
Running from demons
04:08
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I’m falling through this void, I’ve reached with my deaf wit.
But now I can see that this void has been filled with
Pale dancers in black clothes, they wear my mischief strained eyes.
I’m crawling downward to and endless repentance.
I’m running from demons,
I’m hiding my despair in this
Cloudy air that’s dawning
Into this artless croaking song.
I’m running out of with, that’s sure I’m just fading.
This dead moon, purple red she wears my feeble heart.
I fear I’m involved in a process of dispersion.
My own shape is going to dissolve in my lamenting song.
I’m running from demons,
I’m hiding my despair in this
Cloudy air that’s dawning
Into this artless croaking song.
I’m falling through this void, I’ve reached with my deaf wit.
But now I can see that this void is just loss of knowledge.
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Tunnels Brescia, Italy
Tunnels is just the last incarnation of our previous project, My kind regards to mr Bakunin. Since then we wrote new songs (still writing new ones) and found new ways and sounds through which express ourselves. The outcome of our efforts is 'Sharps and Flats'. Recording and mixing this album has been a great experience. Each song found its way naturally. In a way, we just let them flow. Feedback! ... more
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