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NEWS
04:12
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A row of bodies are crossing over the hill
Feeding the horizon, the son is trapped behind them
I can smell their sweet sweat from the far distance
The silence is penetrating, penetrating, deep, deep, deeper in my ears
A row of dead trees standing in the horizon
Feeding the darkness, shaking their branches slowly
I can smell their corrupted fruits lying beneath their stems
The wind moans through their naked bodies
There is a way crossing the lines
There is a road hidden beneath the thorns
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2. |
Black Bird
03:56
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When the birds are tired of the power cables
They choose the balcony to rest
There is a look in their eyes
There is a mirror
There is a man
And a thousand of people
But a man
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3. |
-0-
04:36
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Masses walking around themselves
They're waiting for the lunch hour
No more treasure gained with digging more
Something has eaten them all
Waiting for the lunch hour
The brown thing is pouring from its hands
Masses walking around themselves
It's getting more starving again
No more roots even with digging more
Got to make it another way
Something has eaten them all
Got to make it through their own shit
The circle is getting deeper on and on
There is nothing to gain ever again
The walls are getting more unstable
They're reaching to bones, shifting to bones
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4. |
Sleeping Dog
03:46
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Felt a thousand tones on his eyelids
Tired of the sunlight, of the noises around
There were a thousand bugs cloning inside his head
Sucking out his blood until he goes pale
Felt a thousand tones on his chest
Tired of the darkness, the voices around
There were a thousand flies flying around his head
Scratching his skin until he goes mad
Felt something couldn't be alright
Tired to be, tired to breathe
There is nothing out there to move around
Smells light death, around
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5. |
Falling Figures
04:16
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There could be a way, for each of the cells to become a man
There could be a chance, which all of them could have the occasion to dig through
But there are no more wombs, to carry the dreamers any more
When the colonies start to grow
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6. |
Standing Stone
07:06
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There was a needle, flowing on the skin
There was a flame coming out of the dark
The tower was burning every moment went by
And the flesh was sucking its heat within'
The dumb shadows were lingering around my stomach
Swimming along the sea of corrupted oil
There's no way out of this cell even the end
There's a call which is boiling inside the sea, spreading the ash
The worms are crawling among the bones
Melting down what's left in the core
There's a hot night which sounds sweet to its residents
Chasing a light which has been here before
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7. |
Uprising
03:22
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A brand new day, A brand new hope
From thousand of new fishes
A few could dare to dream about the ocean
The night felt it
The stream was helping
And the moon lit it up
The way was getting brighter
There was a shark waiting for the newbies
There was a bird hunting across the waves
From a thousand of trapped fishes
She got the power, She got the guts
To tear apart their stomach
To make them free, with her sharp lips
A brand new day, A brand new hope
From all those few tough fishes
A few could feel the warm light of the sun on their skin
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8. |
Nostos
05:04
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9. |
Icy Stalagmite
03:06
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The black clouds
The frozen trees
The ripped sky
Falling sharp nails
The dead wind
Tears drop within'
A humiliated stone
The death horn
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10. |
A)B(
03:26
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One plus two
In a row of the objects
There is a rail which leads the train straight ahead
One minus two
In a row of the subjects
There are some seats which make it more comfortable
There is a big hole circling around itself
The train screams its way out among the wrecked rails
The wine fills the ears to wash them away
And the sky is tired of falling down, on and on and on and on and on
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11. |
Smoke Alarm
03:32
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Turnin' on the TV, listenin' to the news
It says it's gonna rain tomorrow
After a while getting wet and nasty
People got used to it, forgot about their shelters
Colors are washed up by the drops
Bringin' a seed back to the nest
Each one is rolling on the stones
And the will to smell the colors is gone
Turnin' down the TV, listenin' to the whispers singin' a lullaby
It says it's gonna rain tomorrow
Got to open the arms and hug the sky
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12. |
Diabetes
05:30
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The taller one is running faster than it used to run
The shorter one is following it
But the thinnest is stopped, and the battery, sounds it has been dead for a while
Oil up the gears, push it again
There might be a chance to break the ice
Power it up, wind it again
There might be a way for it to leave them behind
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13. |
Babelians
02:46
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Sweet light shines on my skin
I feel the pressure on my balls
Tryin' to find a way out of this dream
Swallow a bunch of candies to make it real
The spines are bending again
Put an arrow in it, and pull the thread
The thread twisted around the peds
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14. |
Clonazepam
02:52
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Surplus Iran
"Surplus", is a narration by Sepehr Haghighi, based in Norway. It has been active since 2011. It covers various genres and
styles, with an experimental approach. At the moment its focus is on post-progressive rock genre.
Logo design by Masoud Alireza
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